While we’re celebrating moms, think back to the books that you associate most with your mothers and grandmothers. Here are a few of my favorites:
Pat the Bunny, by Dorothy Kunhardt
I swear my Nonna read this to me every time I visited her house when I was little. I remember sitting side-by-side with her on her green couch and poking my finger through the ring page.
Kristin Lavrensdatter, by Sigrid Undset
Once I grew up, this was the novel Nonna urged me to read as one she loved herself. She promised it would change with me over time, so I should read it while I was young. The historical epic of a Norwegian girl who defies her loving father and marries for passion gave Nonna and me plenty to talk about. I’m due for another read, and I have an old, used copy of it standing by.
A Girl of the Limberlost, by Gene Stratton-Porter
Summer nights, up at the cabin, my mom read this out loud to me and my siblings when I was a tween. The story of a girl exploring the beauty and latent power of the limberlost was perfect for my own time in the woods. Mom was reading it a chapter a night to us, but I would steal the book to read ahead. I reread Elnora’s story every June.
Seventeenth Summer, by Maureen Daly
I throw this in because my mom routinely tells me I have to read this novel, but for some reason, I never can get into it. Since Mom has now given a copy to my daughter, I can borrow hers. Maybe. Moms love us even when we don’t do what they tell us to do.
These Old Shades, by Georgette Heyer
Really, just the name Georgette Heyer summons the image of paperbacks piled beside my mother’s bed. Mom was always reading them when I was growing up, and as my sisters and I hit our teens, she passed the romances along to us. Who can resist a girl in disguise as a page?
Nowadays, Mom and I share Julia Quinns with similar gusto.
At Home in Mitford, by Jan Karon
My mother-in-law and I have consumed this series of the inimitable Fr. Tim and his parish in fictional Mitford, NC. How the stories can be both light and tear-jerking mystifies me, but they make me want to slow down, sit back, and be a kinder person.
What are some of the books you connect with your mothers and grandmothers? I’d love to hear. Special hugs to you, Mom! Mmuah!