30 Day Book Challenge: Day Thirteen

Day Thirteen: Your favourite childhood book.

On The Way Home by Jill Murphy.

Contrary to what my family believes, I did NOT memorise this book when I read it out loud. I read it. I just read it so often, they thought I did. But at age 5 I really wasn’t smart enough to learn an entire book.

This picture book is the earliest favourite I can remember. It follows the adventures of a little girl (whose name I can’t remember) as she walks home, passing all her friends who ask her why her leg has a plaster on it. So she tells them each a different story, each one more fantastic and adventurous than the last (like getting kidnapped by a gorilla? And being chased by a giant?).

My dad recorded me reading this book once, and on the title page, he told me to say, “Read by Alissa.” But I was under the impression that I was reading what was written in the book, so I spent about ten minutes trying to explain to him that when the book was printed, it couldn’t have known I was going to read it, so it didn’t actually say “Read by Alissa” anywhere on the title page…

I may have been a smart kid, but I was also pretty dumb.

Jill Murphy as wrote the Worst Witch series, among other popular children’s books.

30 Day Book Challenge: Day Twelve

Day Twelve: A book so emotionally draining you couldn’t complete it or had to set aside for a bit.

The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.

After watching the film adaptation on my long-haul flight from Australia to England in 2010, I told my partner that I thought the movie was great in concept but kind of a let down in execution. It was visually amazing, but I didn’t really ‘get’ it. Something was missing. I told him I wanted to read the book in hopes that it was simply an adaptation oversight.

It was.

The book is absolutely incredible.


After the very first chapter (detailing Susie’s rape and murder, which is NOT a spoiler because it’s all about Susie watching her family from ‘Heaven’) I put it down and had a cry. I was so touched by the very powerful yet subtle writing, and the horrendous act Susie endures, that I needed lots of cuddles and a good few days before I could pick it up again.

I do love this book, but I approached the movie as a sort of ‘when is the bad guy going to die’ kind of thing. So I was disappointed by it. But i had faith in the book. By the time I’d read the book, I’d realised that ‘the lovely bones’ were in fact not Susie’s, but the bones her family grows to stay together, grow, and move on after her murder.

No other book has brought me to tears within the very first chapter.

30 Day Book Challenge: Day Eleven

Day Eleven: The book that made you fall in love with reading
Brer Rabbit series by Enid Blyton (The Brer Rabbit Book, Brer Rabbit Again, and Brer Rabbit’s a Rascal)

Brer Rabbit is an American folktale character (the contraction Br’oth’er Rabbit). He’s a typical trickster, able to use wit and wile to get what he wants, or to escape from those trying to catch and eat him (Brer Wolf, Brer Fox, and Brer Bear). Brer Rabbit was probably the inspiration for Bugs Bunny.

Enid Blyton retold a bunch of the traditional Brer Rabbit stories including the Tar Baby (where Brer Rabbit passes a doll made of tar, says “How do,” gets no response so he punches the Tar Baby for his impudence. Then gets stuck. And keeps attacking. And gets more stuck) and my personal favourite, when Brer Rabbit was stealing something from a community shed each night, and the other Brers (including Brer Turkey-Buzzard and Brer Terrapin) smother the floor in oil to track the thief, and Brer Rabbit realises and takes his shoes off to trick them all).


My dad used to read me these short stories at bedtime when I was too small to read myself. We had three books of Brer Rabbit stories and I loved them all. Brer Rabbit wasn’t a particularly likeable character because he was a thief and a liar, and I often felt sorry for the other characters he outwitted. But often they deserved it because they wanted to eat him, so I was always happy that he ended up getting away with it.

This is the earliest book I remember my dad reading to me – I think the books belonged to him from his own childhood. When I spoke to my dad about the earliest stories I listened to, he told me it was the Brer Rabbit stories. He’d even recorded himself reading some to me (he was GREAT at reading stories), and I used to listen to his retellings when he was away overnight. I’m certain that the Brer Rabbit books was my introduction to reading, and made me fall in love and keep reading to this day.

30 Day Book Challenge: Day Ten

Day Ten: The first novel you remember reading.

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell.

Why the hell did a relative give me a gigantic novel when I was six years old? I have no idea. Honestly, it’s not that big. My version is only 208 pages. But as a small child, the novel looked daunting.

However, I was slightly obsessed with horses when I was a child, and everyone knew this. So I tackled it one day when I was sick of looking at it and wondering what went on inside. It seemed to take forever to read it. I think I took several days.

Of course, as soon as I finished, I immediately re-read it, and went through it quite quickly.

This is not the first book I read by myself – I’d read children’s books and the little Beatrix Potter tiny books, but this was the very first adult novel I read. I received it at the same time I received the Animals of Farthing Wood (see previous post) and this was the lesser of two evils (my version of AOFW was 300 or so pages, so it was also a large book for my tiny six year old hands).
Black Beauty is subtitled The Autobiography of a Horse for a reason – it was the first book told from the 1st person point of view of an animal. Even with my own writing, I find I infinity prefer writing 1st person to 3rd person. This book solidified my love affair with animals, and horses in particular. It taught me all about animals cruelty and the ignorance of men.

It’s a simple book. It follows the life of Black Beauty from foal to retired stallion (actually I’m not sure if he’s a gelding, because although he never fathers another horse in the book, someone wrote a bunch of sequels about his offspring). Black Beauty is a beautiful, good-natured, hard-working, loyal horse and unfortunately, he gets handed around a bit after his initial owners have to leave England for warmer weather. He goes through good owners and bad owners. My favourite section is probably when his friend Ginger, an ill-tempered, abused chestnut mare, rebels against the bearing rein (which is a cruel invention!), and also probably when Beauty is a London cab horse.

The chapters are short and to the point. Sewell was certainly writing a book to educate, and each chapter has a lesson to learn at the end, often a moral one. The short chapters make it approachable for children, and a quick read for adults. My own copy travels everywhere with me – it’s always in my carry-on luggage when I fly. I simply adore it.

When You Give Up Something You Love

I’m rewriting some third person point of view chapters into first person for Darkwalker.

I’ve come across my first omniscient “little did he know” type sentence.

Stranger Than Fiction

I can’t fix it in the suitable point of view. Exactly halfway into the book, I give the first hint at the ending, and unfortunately, I have to let it go.

I’m quite sad to see it disappear into nothing. It’s one of my favourite sentences, but it just doesn’t fit no matter how much I tweak it.

It’s also a spoiler, so I can’t post it here. But be guaranteed that it’s the first problem I’ve come across turning my high fantasy from sometimes-third-person-POV to completely-first-person-POV.