This month we are delighted to have Wendy Meddour as our guest blogger. Wendy spent many years teaching English Literature at Oxford University but took a little break so she could concentrate on writing children's books. Only (thankfully for us readers) that little break turned into a big break and, though she's back teaching at university, she still loves writing for children and really can't stop.
I wrote 'How the Library (Not the Prince) Saved Rapunzel' before they started shutting them all down! I hadn’t planned to write a book ‘with a message’. I was just writing a love letter to the places I loved:
I wrote 'How the Library (Not the Prince) Saved Rapunzel' before they started shutting them all down! I hadn’t planned to write a book ‘with a message’. I was just writing a love letter to the places I loved:
The library was always a magical place for
me. And on occasion, it was also my
child-minder. I hated going into the city centre when I
was little. All those stuffy shops, shopping bags and legs. So when Mum needed to go and wrestle with the crowds, I would ask her to leave me in the children’s section, cross-legged on the floor
reading books. (What can I say? Things were different then). It was one of the highlights of my week. Shelves
upon shelves of colour and thought – just waiting for me to jump in and get lost.
The library was my ‘Faraway Tree’: I’d
climb its branches and know that it would always take me somewhere new. It was my passport and the place of my
dreams. And I was allowed to take some of those journeys home. For free! Those childhood years, in which I sat cross-legged
on the floor reading books (instead of being bruised by shopping bags) led me to where I am now ...
I took my paper pockets of thought home and read them in the top of the airing cupboard. Don’t get me wrong: I’m a sociable soul and my outside-of-the-airing-cupboard childhood was a very happy place. But whilst I was curled up on the top shelf behind the towels, reading book upon book upon book, I
learnt empathy, humour, compassion & escape! For a child in a fairly cramped space, my world became extraordinarily large. This undoubtedly helped me on my way. I did pretty well at school. I travelled.
I married someone from completely somewhere else. I got a doctorate and taught
English at Oxford University. I made a living out of reading and writing books! Libraries led to lots of good stuff. In fact, I hold libraries
and their contents largely responsible for the shape and colour of my
life! And my life to date has been rather colourful. So thank-you libraries - you were my Mrs Doubtfire. My Faraway Tree. My very own Nanny McFee.
To conclude a post about libraries, it seems appropriate to end with 'Story Time'. So here's a little snippet from the end of my picture book. Beautifully illustrated by the very brilliant Rebecca Ashdown, it says all I want to say:
Now
Rapunzel has changed and it makes her wince,
to think
that she used to just wait for a prince!
That she
used to just sit.
That she
didn’t move –
with nowhere to go and nothing to prove!
For now she
reads three books every night
Under the
beam of her bedside light:
She can tell
you the distance to the moon,
she can do Scottish dancing & play the bassoon.
She can
speak in four languages, skip and play chess,
she can
knit tiny egg cups and cross stitch a dress,
She knows
the difference between crows and rooks –
And all
because of ...
... LIBRARY BOOKS!
So don’t
just wait for a prince to show,
He might
turn up, but you never know.
Just pop to
your library and borrow a book –
There’s so
much to find out if only you look:
But don’t
just sit and wait and stare . . .
When
there’s more to life than growing your hair!
To keep up to date with The Bookseller’s campaign on
Twitter, follow: @fight4libraries
To keep up with me (now I'm out of the airing cupboard), click here
To read a great article about libraries by Neil
Gaiman, click here
And to see a jolly photo of Einstein, don't go anywhere!