So last week, I told you how much I loved to read as a kid, & how Madame Mommy Dearest would bring Nancy Drew books home for me from her junior high library when I was in only 3rd or 4th grade when my school librarian refused to let me check them out of her library on my own. (I even remember which Nancy Drew book I desperately wanted to check out that day…Mystery of Crocodile Island.)
From that point on, I desperately wanted to own the entire Nancy Drew collection. I couldn’t wait until MMD retired so I could have the collection from her library. (For the record, they were old; really early versions that had been through the wringer. By the time she retired, students weren’t reading Nancy Drew anymore & she’d already begun weeding/updating the collection, so I knew she would be discarding them & bringing them home to me! )
Well, she didn’t bring them home to me. Oh, she discarded them from the collection, all right, but she gave them to another teacher for her niece. She claims she didn’t know I wanted them. I say she wasn’t listening very closely.
So ever since then, there’s been a bit of a hole in my heart where my Nancy Drew books should have been.
And then, last week, a miracle occurred!
I walked into a local Goodwill store & an entire shelf was filled with Nancy Drew books. I was so excited, I nearly yipped & did a little dance as I loaded them into my cart.
Oh, I won’t delude myself into believe it’s a complete collection, but there were 43 of them there & I bought every one! They’re in really good shape, too. I expected them to be ex-library copies or previously owned by some kid who felt the need to write her name in every one like I used to do. But instead, they’re almost perfect. And instead of sharing the exact same binding/cover art the way the ones in MMD‘s library did (seriously, they were all this salmon pink with the exact same picture on the front instead of having different artwork that depicted something from the individual stories ), they do have different covers that depict something from the storylines.
Weeeeee! I’m so excited!
MMD pooh-poohed me a little, scoffing at my purchase, asking what I needed with those when I was an adult & would never actually read any of them again. But I covered my ears & lalalalalalalaed her. I was too happy to let her bring me down. And really, she should be glad I found these; it erases a tiny bit of childhood resentment I’m sure I was harboring toward her for giving away MY books in the first place.
Who’s with me? Who used to love Nancy Drew & would have grabbed them all up, too?