It’s all her fault you know. Nancy Drew is the one that got me hooked on reading mysteries.
Growing up in a small town in Wisconsin, we lived within walking distance of the public library and the local movie theatre. Let’s just say that I spent a lot of time in both places. The movie theatre would run just one movie and the matinees just cost $1.00. My friends and I especially loved when the Elvis Presley movies were playing and my all time favorite movie growing up was “Oliver.” I’m not sure exactly how many times I saw that movie, but it was a LOT.
But I digress…… for as much time as I spent at the movie theatre, I spent 10 times that at the library. It was a place to escape to that was even more powerful than the fantasy at the movie theatre. Powerful, yet peaceful and calm.
I remember when I read my first Nancy Drew book, “The Secret of the Old Clock.” I admired her. She was so brave and smart and could figure out problems on her own. I was intrigued and loved trying to solve the puzzle before Nancy did.
I was hooked.
When laying on the couch with one of her books, it would be hard to get my attention. I even have a picture that my mom took of me laying in that prone position with my nose buried in a book. I imagine it was pretty frustrating for my mom because it seemed that if I was reading Nancy Drew, my chores, homework and even playing outside all slipped out of my mind as I read and read and read.
I remember making a goal to read every one of her books. Much to my mother’s chagrin, I did it! After her books, I began to make other challenges for myself. We had a collie growing up and I loved collie’s so began reading Albert Payson Terhune, who wrote “Lad, a Dog” and many other great books.
However, my first love is still a good mystery book. And it’s all your fault Nancy Drew.