The other day, a coworker asked me to tell my favorite memory from the 90's.
I said I didn't have any.
(This was a lie).
I asked him his. He told me.
He asked about TV that was playing at the time, but I told him I didn't watch TV in the 90's, and have no frame of reference for most of the stuff that people my age were talking about.
(This was the truth).
I read books instead. Saying this, I remembered, very fondly, the books that I read in that time of my life.
Oh! So I must have had a good memory of the 90's.
No. I love those books, but the reason I was reading them was to distract from the fact that I was very, very unhappy.
(This was a partial truth).
The real story is this: The 90's were pretty damn good to me. I had a lot of anxieties, very few friends, and no understanding of the real nature of the bigger world. I read a lot, for fun. Always for fun. I had a pretty good time. I had a good life. I was pretty happy. At the end of the 90's, my life changed, and I spent the early 2000's, until I graduated high school, with my head buried in a book. For a while, I buried my head in some guy's face, but the books were better. Always better.
I didn't bury the 90's because they were no happy memories. I choose not to remember them because they were good, and it's often painful to remember them. I talked about being unhappy as if it were a thing I got
over, but actually, it's just been a part of my life that I've gone
through for the last 15 years.
Sometimes I look back, and talk about my childhood with a smile on my face, because it truly makes me happy to think about. And sometimes I think about it quietly and get furious and wish I lived in a parallel universe where things weren't so damn broken.
Anyway, here is a very retro Things I Love
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Oh my gosh you guys. Look at these books (just look at them!). These are my buddies. My besties. You can see Brian Jacques's Redwall series (the 9 good books, although I'm always on the fence about Outcast of Redwall), Patricia C Wrede's Enchanted Forest Chronicles, and Tamora Pierce's The Song of the Lioness quartet (I also own The Immortals quartet, and the Protector of the Small quartet, because of course I do). You can also see Michael Crichton's The Lost World (same copy that I first read in the 6th grade, battered but holding on) and Mercedes Lackey and Andre Norton's Elvenbane, which opened the floodgates for everything that Mercedes Lackey has ever written oh my god don't even get me started.
♥ I love these books. Without reserve. These are, without a doubt, the books that informed and began the avalanche that is my current collection.
♥ I love these authors. They all have extremely strong feminist themes in their books (Ok maybe Crichton not so much in his other stuff, but in The Lost World the ladies kick some ass and challenge some ideas about women and math and stuff) and that really inspired me as a kid. I'm re-reading The Immortals right now, and as soon as Alanna showed up and I remembered Oh yeah, Alanna married George and they both remained amazing individuals and I got a huge grin on my face because I love Alanna and I love that she became a knight and had piles of adventures and chose her own father figure and chose her own lovers and went and got the Dominion Jewel from the ancient gods themselves even though the Dragon forbade her from doing it, and everyone told her not to, she did it because she loved her country and her king, and how she got Jon to marry someone else because she knew what was best and Jon would have done the wrong thing for all the "right" reasons if she let him have his way. She was true to herself all the way to the end and she never stopped with just herself, she always made everyone else shape up and stop being idiots stuck in a limiting mindset. Oh my god I love Alanna so much I could explode.
♥ I love the characters. See above.
♥ Redwall feasts!! Brian Jacques wrote for blind kids, so his text is always super-dense with descriptive imagery, especially when he talked about food, and those damn mice and rabbits and squirrels and hedgehogs were always throwing super elaborate feasts for whatever reason. All I wanted to do when I was 13 was run away, join an abbey (whatever that meant), and cook pies and cheeses and salads and tarts until I died. Who wants to have a Redwall picnic with me??
Here is a page of reader-created recipes. I am going to put Meadowcream on EVERYTHING, hot damn.
Slightly off-topic, but OK GO is coming to town and I'm about to walk out the door to go buy tickets and ♥ I LOVE THAT!! ♥