Some seem to think that at nineteen years old I should already have a healthily developed sense of maturity and responsibility. And with this, I am certainly in accord. But….but…does this ‘maturity’ extend so far as mean that Santa Claus no longer exists? It cannot be! As a writer and a reader and therefore an accomplished imaginer, I declare that I am forever entitled to believe in whomever I like…And so to the grand point of this blog article: my Christmas Wish List. You may scoff at the fact that I still write one but I dub it as a ‘Cheers!’ to my eternal youth.
As every word addict comes to realise at one point or another, reading can be expensive. Sure you can go to the library and read books for free but if you’re a special breed of addict, the kind who adores owning books as much as actually reading them, then you’ll appreciate the significant financial impact of this literary addiction. It is for this reason that I use every opportunity, inclusive of Christmas, birthdays and congratulatory occasions, to drop hints about the deepest desires of my nerdy heart. And this year, I have so far compiled a list that reads as such:
- The Portable Dorothy Parker – Dorothy Parker
- A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole
- A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – Betty Smith
- Who’s Afraid of Virginia Wolfe – Edward Albee
- It – Stephen King
Have you read these books? Do you think they’re worthy of a place on my Christmas Wish List (the last on my adolescence!)? Do you have any books that you’d love for Santa to bring you this year?