For several years, it was hard to keep Sassy in books. Like when they grow too fast to keep them dressed? Keeping Sassy in books proved to be a growing pain. She’d read through everything age-appropriate at home and the school only let her check out x amount of books at a time and we were buying her books and we don’t own a bookstore and she’d just devour them so quickly…and really, shouldn’t all parents have this complaint?
Anyway, that’s when we took Sassy to get her very own library card and bought her a Kindle and now we can go long spells without Sassy gasping and hand-waving over which books we neeeeeed to buy her or she’ll die. She’ll just die!
I recall the summer my mother took me to get my own library card. I must have been twelve. It was the summer I had read every book at home, every book at my grandmother’s house, all the books my parents bought me and their friends loaned me. I had read all the Agatha Christies, all of North and South, Gone With the Wind, Homecoming, Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, The Flowers in the Attic series, some Dean Koontz, some Stephen King, and honestly that’s what I remember — those books stayed with me — but for this one obscure little series…
My grandmother must have bought them used, because they were well-worn paperbacks. I have absolutely no idea what they were, or who wrote them. Yes, I have Googled, thank you. My memory describes them to me as Southern turn of the century historical fiction. Each book focused on a young woman in a specific family whose surname I do not recall. Each book included a mystery and clean romance in the plot lines. The ghost matriarch of this family (Augusta? Agatha?) haunted each girl with the smell of violets. The smell of violets caused my eyes to roll after a few books, because it was predictable and annoying in that way that recurring clues often are after three or four books. Nonetheless, the books entertained me with their particular charm, and that nameless ghost remains my favorite.
If you know the books, lemme know.
Do you have books that haunt your memory like that?