When I think of home, I think of my dad's house in Newbern, where I grew up. He still lives in the house we've owned since I was 2, and not a lot has changed. Not even the carpet. (Yikes. Trust me, it needs changing.) It's country, with a gravel driveway and a carport and a big, swampy lake in the backyard.
So books that make me think of home always involve the country, the woods, hunting and general Redneck-ery.
Si-Cology 1 just reminded me of my dad because of the sweet tea, the camo and the constant hunting. Plus he made bad jokes, just like my old man.
Bambi isn't your typical "reminds me of home" book, but it makes me think of home because I read it, sitting on my dad's old 70's gold couch when I was 11. I had cable, a Sega Genesis and a phone in my room (we we're dirt poor so this stuff is a big deal, people), but I still chose to turn all that off and read quite a bit. This one, in particular, was special because it involves a deer, and we're avid hunters.
Now I feel the need to go call my dad and tell him "I love you, you cranky old fart."
(Daddy and me sleeping on one of our old couches. I think he's wearing suspenders. Dad was hipster before it was cool. LOL)
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