My blog journal is filling up fast! I am glad, I feel as though I must be buzzing with ideas and stories to tell to the world!!?!!
Perhaps.
Maybe it's due to the fact that I wrote 22 pages about Tasmania. It does not matter, today I am going to write a bit more about Cathy Cassidy and her books, and about my memories of reading them, yes, yes, yes. I'm pretty sure my next post will be the first review.
So it all started with Dizzy. I first read it when I was in year 3 or 4. It came free with a Total Girl Magazine (which I was obsessed with at the time). I didn't start it but then my mum got me into it. She read me the first chapter and I totally fell in love with it, in that 8 year old crazy bookworm way. The way my mum read it and the way Cathy wrote. It was so different from any other book I'd read. (Now I know I said I read it when I was eight, but seriously, these books are amazing, my mum has read a few of them too)
So my mum and I took turns reading a chapter each to each other. I have two clear memories of reading Dizzy. The first is when we started it, we were sitting in our car in a shopping centre carpark. I must have carried that magazine and book with me for a while, before that day, because I had it with me when my mum told me I should read it. So that's what I remember, me sitting in the back while my mum sat in the passenger seat and read to me.
The second memory was my mum reading again, I think. This time we were at the pool where I used to have swimming lessons, it was a really nice day, bright and sunny. We were sitting in a grass spot next to the pool, reading the book to each other.
Now I don't have memories of reading the other books. But I remember how excited I was when a new book had come out that I hadn't heard about, and my mum would buy it for me and bring it home. =]

Bluejay xxx