This is a late blog post that I drafted back in May but never got round to publishing. So here it is, when my romance with A.J Fikry began …
THURSDAY 15th MAY 2014
As I sit in my kitchen in my pj’s, the door propped open by an awful green chair, and the dregs of the day’s sun tickling my skin – I realise it’s the happiest I’ve felt in a while.
A few contributors to this are the lovely spell of sunny weather combined with a south-facing garden, and a kitchen I can sunbathe in while still wearing pyjamas.
The main contributor is the book.
The Collected Works of A.J Fikry.
It’s the one book I’ve read since The Hunger Games that has made an impression. It’s opened up a side of me I thought I’d lost. It’s wonderfully clever, thought-provoking and a must read for an avid reader and budding writer.
The flame’s always been there – from picture books to the likes of Peter Rabbit, Caterpillar and other children’s books – particularly a book about a cat and Egypt. The name of that book escapes me as it was so long ago (which later inspired The Ruby of Egypt.)
I’m so content reading this book. It stirs in me that passion for reading and writing that’s been burning since childhood; ignited by Enid Blyton’s Famous Five.
I’m a believer in things happen for a reason and, at a time in my life where I’m feeling lost, A.J Fikry has found me. Although I’m not a mother, my own mother’s intuition (a possible reaction to a recent pitiful/sorrowful blog post) handed me a copy of Psychologies magazine. The timing couldn’t have been better.
The self-help and uplifting mantra articles aside, it also recommends books. The first copy I read recommended A.J. So I downloaded it. I spent all night shift week reading it in between catnaps and sunbathing.
I’ve learnt so much in this book, not only about myself, but about how to write. I’ve also come across a few other books to read among the narrative itself.
I relate to Maya – my back story differs from her – quite the opposite in fact – but nose in books and a love of reading and writing.
It’s struck deep and you always remember a book that affected you and made you think.
I will always remember A.J.
Love Missuswolf xxx