So, it is party time again, folks!

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Each year this time, we launch my virtual birthday party, which starts on October 1 and ends on October 9 at midnight, sharp. The goals of the party are to post as many comments and collapse as many threads as possible, on as many new pages as we can. It is always great fun, as you can see if you check out the similar entries of the last few years.

This year, I'll also throw the real party at mid-time - and post the recipes of all the food that will be there for you, so that you can all participate if you want to. Virtual food has no calories.

Fandom-related discussions are as welcome as the ones about coffee or chocolate (just to name a few favourites from previous years), and, of course, pictures and recipes of birthday cakes. ;)

So, drop by, tell your story, post your pics or silly poems, ask questions you always wanted to ask and have a good time!

Soledad, in excited expectation




Oh, and by the way, to provide birthday gifts hobbit-style, I've got a revived story and a Kansas 2 update for you.

Enjoy!

Comments

[solanpolarn.livejournal.com]

When I was a kid, my Mum gave my two brothers, my sister and I books from two different series: the first one we would get another book from for our own birthday; the second one we would get another book from on our own birthday and everybody else's as well! On top of that, books were definitely to be shared, so that I got to five new books to read for every birthday. :-)

The nearest book shop was 100 kilometers away, so buying books ourselves wasn't really something we could do very often. On the other hand we did get taken to the library by the school once a week for half of each semester; that was where most of my reading material came from!

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately my late brother never liked books -- we realised much later he had dyslexia but it was before the days in which that was diagnosed & treated, so he never learned to enjoy curling up with a book.

The nearby library was a bit useless; at one point I started madly reading ballet books -- my mother asked me whether I wanted to learn, and I pointed out I'd read the entire children's section from end to end, apart from the ballet books. So the librarian was persuaded to give me an adult ticket, aged about 10. My mother also had an extensive book collection (she used to teach English & history) and she only banned Enid Blyton, so I read Solzhenitsyn & Lolita instead. (She put the less suitable books on the top shelf, but I was wise to that!)

[solanpolarn.livejournal.com]

We didn't seem to have different library cards for children and adults, when I was a kid. There was certainly a children's section of the library, but I was allowed to borrow books from other parts of it as well, such as Dorothy Sayer's Lord Peter Wimsey stories.

My parents had an extensive book collection, too, but not that much in the way of fiction actually. Dad had a couple of Enid Blyton books in Swedish from when he was a kid, which we did all read several times over.

[espresso-addict.livejournal.com]

Being a bit of a rebel even then I think I must have read some Blyton, but I don't recall liking it. I suppose Blyton must have been my era's Rowling.