I can remember very clearly some of the defining books of my childhood. One was Watership Down, another was Candy Come Home. The Talking Parcel by Gerald Durrell and The Lone Pine Club series also stand out. And so does My Side of the Mountain. I clearly recalled so much of that book, and recently bought a copy for my daughter and son online. It arrived yesterday, and as I took it out its packaging, I decided just to dip into it, see if it was as good as I remembered.
Before I knew it, I was deep into the story. As captivating and enthralling as it was when I read it back when I was ten years old. The adventures of Sam Gibbley and his struggle to survive on his own with his falcon Frightful were just as mesmerizing to me now as they were then. My kids are in for such a treat!
In the foreword, the author, Jean Craighead George, says that plenty of people have been so convinced My Side of the Mountain was based on a real person, they’ve travelled to Delhi, New York to try and find Sam through the years. She assures everyone that he only lives inside her head. And because of her wonderful writing and amazing story, he lives in my head, too.
There are books I’ve read as an adult that I enjoy re-reading, too, one being The Danger by Dick Francis, which I think I’ve mentioned before. The Hobbit is another. I’ve re-read the Lord of the Rings trilogy many times, as well as all of Jane Austen’s works.
Part of it is the comfort of visiting an old friend, part of it is just revelling in the wonderful language again.
What about you? Do you ever re-read books, and which ones do you find yourself going back to most often?