The book of my childhood that fired my imagination was WIND IN THE WILLOWS. I still have a copy with the Shepard illustrations. I can see some on my inner screen even as I type.
I loved the Heinlein juveniles, though I noticed the lack of girls and women. Also THE BOY'S BOOK OF KING ARTHUR -- yes, notice the gender right in the title. Can't have girls wanting adventures. But I read it anyway, somewhat defiantly.
The adult book that absolutely blew me away, however, or I should say, the series of books, was Proust's RECHERCHE. Honestly. The interweaving of past and present, the time and place it's set, the intense details of consciousness, even the asthma, which is about the only thing I share with Marcel, and the weird fantasies of the two Albertine books -- it set my mind racing when I stumbled into his Paris almost by accident.
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I loved the Heinlein juveniles, though I noticed the lack of girls and women. Also THE BOY'S BOOK OF KING ARTHUR -- yes, notice the gender right in the title. Can't have girls wanting adventures. But I read it anyway, somewhat defiantly.
The adult book that absolutely blew me away, however, or I should say, the series of books, was Proust's RECHERCHE. Honestly. The interweaving of past and present, the time and place it's set, the intense details of consciousness, even the asthma, which is about the only thing I share with Marcel, and the weird fantasies of the two Albertine books -- it set my mind racing when I stumbled into his Paris almost by accident.