Bethers wrote:Then there was a point that because my Dad did business with Bantam books, they decided to put us on their monthly mailing and we received a box of new releases every month! You never knew what it included, but I read most everything it included.
Wow! Beth! I would have been in heaven!!
Bethers wrote:And, Anne, my mother didn't believe in censoring anything I read. But I had to be willing to discuss it.
LOL. My parents didn't censor anything I ever read, either. They just never paid any attention to what I was reading,
at all, so I could - and did - read just about anything I could get my hands on.
My parents, themselves, did not read for pleasure.
I think one time they asked me what I was reading, and after heming and hawing a bit I replied "Dr. No" (couldn't deny it, it was on my bedside table). I guess they thought this was some kid's story, maybe akin to "Dr. Doolittle", (which I also read), the charming children's book where the protagonist has the ability to talk to animals.
LOL. Little did they guess. "Dr. No" was one of Ian Fleming's famous "James Bond" novels. Lots of implied sex, and lots of pretty straightforward violence. I guess I was kind of subversive as a kid. I
loved the Ian Fleming books.
[ps. The "Bond" films are all pretty much cartoons. The books themselves had a very gritty realism to them.]
Anne