International Book Day has had me thinking about my lifetime with books. I was very fortunate to have been born into a family of avid readers and being the youngest of us three kids, there were always loads of books for me to read.
I was also fortunate to have had a book published in 1996 based on my PhD thesis which was about the life histories of people with physical disabilities in Ireland. I guess one of my proudest moments was at the launch of the book and having all the people who mattered to me most, both personally and professionally, either physically present or there in spirit. Having my parents there was brilliant and I remember thinking how well they both looked. As a parent now, I have a greater sense of how they probably felt.
Even though I can derive satisfaction from knowing that my book made at least some impact on the world, I tend to think about other people’s books in terms of whether I would love to have written them or not.
The following are among the books I would adore to have written:
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (1925)
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf (1927)
Death of a Naturalist by Seamus Heaney (1966)
The Shell Seekers by Rosamunde Pilcher (1987)
The Camomile Lawn by Mary Wesley (1984)
The Butterfly Lion by Michael Morpurgo (1996)
What would YOUR choices be? I’d love to know.