I’m also a fantasy reader, for even longer than I have been a writer (and that’s a looong time). This blog is dedicated to the fantasy genre and the books I love. I’ve called it Flight of the Dragon because… well, because I love dragons. Dragons are intrinsically fantastical. Oh and I want klout in dragons, but I decided that after I named this blog, so that had no causal effect. You can expect a new dragon picture with each blog. Today’s picture is my bedside lamp. For those who care about such things, I will blog at least once a fortnight, sometimes more often.
My love affair with fantasy began in 1990. I was 9. Dad was reading a great big fat whopping hardcover book called ‘Castle of Wizardry’. It’s book four of the Belgariad by David Eddings. I don’t know how they made the hardcover so big, because my newer paperback is a sliver of that original hardback. Maybe it had really BIG font.
For the last year I had been avidly reading every Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys and Dana Sisters book I could get my hands on. Picking up the book, I said, ‘Do you think I’d like this, Dad?’
When the answer was ‘probably’ I sat down, opened the book and started reading. Yep, at book four. Dad got his book back when I’d finished it. Too bad he was halfway through it. Fortunately it only took me a day.
After reading Enchanter’s End Game, I went back and read the first three books of the Belgariad and the entire Mallorean series. Later, when the Elenium and the Tamuli were released, I read them as well.
‘I like things nice and simple,’ Belgarath said.and
‘Good and evil?’ Durnik suggested.
‘That’s too complicated. I prefer “them” and “us”’.
I’m feeling so nostalgic now I wish I hadn’t packed all these books away in storage.