There’s something about these books, and all its avid readers should look into revisiting them as an adult.īecause they’re really good. Everyone had Booky memories to share, the vivid scenes still resonant.
Grown men professing their love for the Booky books and memories of Hunter visiting their school libraries in the 1980s. One Saturday night though, so happy to be rereading the book and impressed to find that it was such a strong and powerful literary work (which is a thing you discover quickly when you’re reading out loud) I posted a photo of the cover on Instagram. And you don’t hear writers talking about Booky, the same way they talk about Anne or Emily, or Alice or even Harriet and Ramona- although a few years back Carrie Snyder included the Booky books on a list of titles that inspired her as a young writer. The series is not exactly unsung-a Booky film was made starring Meaghan Follows about ten years ago, titles are still in print-but there were no copies for sale in the bookstore I was in the other day. Hunter’s Booky series and her Margaret books had been huge for me growing up, as both a reader and a writer, although until I picked the novel up again and realized how much the stories were now built into my literary DNA, I hadn’t given them that much credit.
And then we came home and picked up another chapter of That Scatterbrain Booky, by Bernice Thurman Hunter, a novel we’d been reading together over the past few weeks. Though of course it was the baby’s table everyone wanted to serve at, but even the people who weren’t babies were really nice and everyone was friendly and polite. None of the girls could quite get over that-that there had been a baby. Harriet and her Brownie group served dinner to a group of homeless and impoverished young people at a local church a few weeks ago, which taught us an essential truth about the face of poverty, which is that it has many faces, people with all kinds of different stories, and people with children and babies.
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