I found it! My first little pink and white, floral book of books. It was in the bookcase of my childhood bedroom at my parents’ house. Last night, I leafed through it and felt parentally proud of my teenager-self. Interestingly enough, some genres appear as red threads through the book with a few red herrings along the way.
There are novels about budding love in the mix, ranging from Danish social dramas over Beverly Hills 90210 and West Side Story to Victoria Holt and Danielle Steel. Oh, how I loved them. They made me feel so adult and the appropriate romantic sigh of any adolescent girl.
I definitely discovered historical fiction during this period. I remember reading everything I could get my hands on by the Danish author Herta J. Enevoldsen, who brought famous historical characters to life, from my own great x 3 grandfather Peter Sabroe, the circus princess Elvira Madigan to a string to Danish kings and queens. I gulped them down.
I remember reading Annemarie Selinko’s “Désirée” one summer and finding it a revolutionary good combination of history (Désirée Bernadotte became the queen of Norway and Sweden) and romance. I read Jean M. Auel, “The Color Purple” by Alice Walker, and “Anne of Green Gables” by L.M. Montgomery and was in seventh heaven. There were novels about pioneers, leaving their old homes behind and journeying to Kansas, Oregon, and New Zealand. Journeys and travels are central elements of a number of the books.
I’ve never read much fantasy, but this was the time when I read the Narnia books by C.S. Lewis in rapid succession, the adventure palpable. And thrillers! “The Pelican Brief” by John Grisham was my introduction and I have delved into that genre from time to time ever since.
There was 120 books mentioned in my first book of books and amazingly enough I can remember many of them even though I read them more than 20 years ago.