I LOVE Nancy Drew. I loved her when I was a kid. I secretly loved her as a teenager (comfort books, you know? Nancy Drew, Little Women and The Secret Garden) and I unabashedly love her now (the old Nancy Drew, not the modern Barbi-ized version).
Andy and I have been spending an inordinate amount of time at the library lately. (GAH! How much do I hate teaching research papers?). And, we never fail to visit our little library without a stop at the Friends of the Library bookstore near the exit. I could spend days in that tiny space – so many crazy, great books.
I was specifically looking for historical fiction and biographies for Andy when I chanced upon some “old” Nancy Drew books. One was the textured blue cover that I remember reading and knowing those books had been my mom’s Nancy Drews. Others had the old-fashioned covers (circa 1964) that I remember receiving for every birthday and Christmas (early-mid 1970’s). I cannot even explain how much I loved Nancy Drew – the pumps, the clothes, the formal way they talked – everything. :::::sigh::::: No girls here. The Nancy Drew books went, rightfully, to my niece. I flipped and fondled the books on a recent visit to my sister’s house. 😉 (Nothing creepy about Aunt Amy, really.)
So, there I stood, paralyzed by the Nancy Drew books. Andy approached, sucking on a mint from the “free mint” bowl on the counter at the entrance. I wanted to buy them all. Andy rolled his eyes at me. “Really, Mom? Didn’t you already read them? Those books will take you about two hours to read again.” I knew he was right, but wahhhhh. Finally, I bought the oldest one. The Clue in the Jewel Box. I read it. I still love Nancy Drew. I almost feel like I will wake up in the morning and put on a pair of pumps, a crisp linen skirt and a shirt waist and go have someone dye my hair Titian. 😉
The picture above shows all the books I found that day. Nancy Drew, of course, is on the very top.