Love Letter to my First Fantasy (Book)

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If you’re signed up to receive Monthly Missives, you already know what this is about. Each month I set a challenge, and this month’s was to write a love letter to one of your favorite books.

The Book

Pawn of Prophecy (The Belgariad, No 1)

by David Eddings

The Letter

Dearest One,

It is hard to imagine that it’s been over 20 years since we met. Yet not a day goes by that I don’t feel your touch in some way. I had been a book lover for a few years already, but you opened me up to a passion that has seen me through the best and worst of times.

It began innocently enough. One day in the middle of my fifth grade year, I wandered into the school library looking for something to read. It didn’t take me long to zero in on you. Something about your colors, your name, your shapes caught my eye and I was irresistibly drawn to you. I checked you out and took you home, not knowing just what a treasure I held in my hands.

It was love at first word. I greedily ate up page after page, at times laughing, at times holding my breath, but always completely enthralled. I don’t remember how long I spent with you, but I do remember the disappointment which accompanied the end of the story and relinquishing you back to the library shelves. I mooned around for days, weeks, months. I relived the magic and heard the characters’ voices in my head everywhere I went. One of the best presents I have ever been blessed with was the boxed set that you belonged to. I delighted in continuing with the world you opened up for me, but as far as my fantasy travels have taken me, there is nothing like the First Time.

Fantasy remains my favorite genre. I owe it all to you, my love. Everything I read is held up to our time together. Your presence is always felt.

Recently I had the opportunity to share you with another young reader. I cannot tell you how excited I was that another generation would get to know you like I had. Sharing you the best way of saying “I love you” that I could think of. It was the bouquet of roses and the box of chocolates, a small way to show you how much you mean to me. She didn’t quite grasp you, which only makes me feel more special for being able to see your greatness.

So I thank you, for the hours of pleasure you brought me when I was a schoolgirl, and for the lifetime of good reading you set me up for. I hope you are not jealous that I moved on. Nothing can ever take your place. You will forever hold a place of honor on my bookshelves.

All my love,

Your Turn

Want to join the lovefest? Here’s how:

  • Write a post on your blog and leave a comment here with the link.
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  • Share my post and as many others as you can find on the social media site of your choice.
  • Walk around with a goofy smile on your face as you recall your favorite book and everything it means to you (bonus points for posting a picture of this).
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Love to all who directly or indirectly support my love of books.

Heck yes, I shake my affie-taffy for this book!

1 Comment

  1. Yes, there is just something about being drawn into a book that way-nothing like it.


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