I don't remember very many books from school, but one teacher, Mr, Grassfield, who always challenged us and taught us, in 7th grade, from the same book being used in college, really hooked me on The Bad Seed as published in a special young adults version of the Atlantic Monthly which we each subscribed to that year.

Everything else I was reading at home, constantly, anything to hand, of interest, from before kindergarten. I was an "early" reader. We had good literature at home, but Kipling, Twain, Scott, and a few other were esp. favs. I was drawn, time and again, to M.R. James ghost stories, James Whitcomb Riley's stories, and A. Conan Doyle, as well as Harper Lee's To Kill A Mockingbird.

From my brother's books, I read a lot of Faulkner and, my oldest sister had a book of short stories by Kafka, for a college course, which I sneaked out of her room and read. There was also a lot of poetry read and recited. My Latin and English teacher of three years, Mrs. Worcester, was a dragon to be feared, BUT an excellent teacher who made sure we read a lot of old Latin authors.

In younger years, I have very fond memories of Mrs. Harris(?) who read us Little House on the Prairie, then related her own experiences growing up in Baton Rouge.

And, like Sins, I devoured Nancy Drew mysteries and the stories of Poe.