Memories of Books.

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I didn't go for the horsey books - I read some because they were around, but the tales about stables, riding competitions and wild stallions didn't capture my interest as much as other books.

And anyway, there were enough horses in the books about Indians Native Americans I read. I doubt that much of what I read was in any way authentic, except for perhaps Laughing Boy. I didn't go for famous German author Karl May whose books about a very very fictional Wild West featured noble Winnetou. I saw the films on tv, of course, but the books were dull as dishwater, or so I thought after starting one and abandoning it half-way through a lengthy definition of the word greenhorn. I must add that this was unusual, because I read everything I could get my hands on and I wasn't particularly choosy.
I think what I was interested in were tales of survival in the great outdoors - somewhere 'exotic' preferably - and of course stories about the underdogs. Federica de Cesco's books were perfect - romances basically, but the girls wanted to be strong and independent and the settings were far away from home. My favourite couple was Ann and 'half-Indian' Chee - I was a shipper then - and I also loved the books set in the desert among the Tuareg. For some reason, the description of the silver jewellery has stayed with me - and of course, the portrayals of the male leads whose skin was always copper-coloured.

Another 'nature' book - but not a romance - I loved was Jean Craighead George's Julie of the Wolves - the ending moves me to tears even on every re-reading.

This is my third post about my favourite books from way back when and there have been no comments. So, now I'm asking, what about you? What did you read?

Here are links to post II and post I. More memories to come.