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The Sunlight of My Childhood by Jackie French

August 21, 2018

 Jackie French AM, Australian author, historian, ecologist, 2014-2015 Australian Children’ Laureate and 2015 Senior Australian of the Year, shares with us her favourite childhood reads. 

Words | Jackie French

Books mattered when I was a kid. My life varied from boredom to terror. But I always had books …

The following ‘favourites’ are more or less in chronological order.

Age 2

Bobs – author and possibly correct title unknown but it began, ‘“Seven o’clock. Time to get up,” said Bobs. Bobs jumped out of bed.’

Bobs was a cat, taunted by a mouse. They ended up friends and I adored them both.

Age 3

The House at Pooh Corner by AA Milne
I still live partly with Pooh and Piglet and Trespassers W. From age 3 onwards the books I’ve loved have never really left me. (I may remember loving Bobs, but don’t think he changed my life much. But when I loved Bobs I lived with Great-Grandma, and life was safe and fun and fascinating. Maybe I didn’t need Bobs as badly as I needed a Hundred Acre Wood.)

Age 6

The Famous Five in any of their adventures, and The Secret Seven and the ‘Four’ who faced Nazi agents. In fact, any of Enid Blyton except Noddy, who I thought was an idiot. Ambivalent about Big Ears.

Age 7

The Magic Pudding by Norman Lindsay
This book corrupted me. I decided I wanted to live in a house in a tree in a market garden with all the fruit and veg and pudding I wanted to eat, lots of animals and good conversation in the evening. I clutched to that ambition and achieved it by the time I was 18 – and still live that life now.

Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
No one censored my reading, or even noticed. Nor did I notice the sex until I read the book again as an adult. But the concept of another kind of society was tantalising.

The Great Dialogues of Plato and The Death of Socrates
Socrates taught me to question my elders, pursue excellence, examine life, and that a friend and mentor would live as long as their books were read.

Hawaii by James Michener
A mistake, this one. At 7 years of age, I assumed it was non-fiction and was terrified that any mountain would explode into magma for years. I am still wary of possible tsunamis every time I go to the beach.

Age 10

Pastures of the Blue Crane by Hesba Fay Brinsmead
The love of this book is with me too. It also helped me survive a few years later when I had little adult support. The Famous Five books probably helped too. No Mum or Dad or home? No worries. I didn’t even have villains to track down, although a few of their hard-boiled eggs and tomatoes and bottles of ginger pop would have been useful.

The Rocks of Honey by Patricia Wrightson

Emily of New Moon and the sequels by LM Montgomery. ‘Sister Emily’ who wanted to be a writer too, when everyone but a drunken teacher discouraged her …

Age 11

Karalta by Mary Grant Bruce

Annette of River Bend by Irene Cheyne
Beautiful books. They taught me too that life needs beauty – and a fulfilled life need not be conventional. Survival tools, both of them.

Plus all I could find of Judith Wright, Kath Walker (now known as Oodgeroo of the Noonuccal, but ‘Auntie Kath’ back then), Henry Lawson, AB Paterson, Matthew Arnold, Tennyson, the plays of JM Barrie, and every collection of poetry I could find.

Age 12

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
‘I care for myself,’ thinks Jane with complete integrity when the man she loves tempts her to adultery or bigamy. Plus he is the most romantic hero in literature.

And after that, with no library where I could borrow books ‘suitable for my age group’, I read adult books, sneakily borrowing them from adult bookshelves and returning them as quietly. Many were rubbish – and I knew they were rubbish – but I would have read the phone book (and did). There was no systematic reading. I read a book a day, at least – and still do. So I read what I could, until my Year 11 English teacher began giving me armloads of books each Monday.

Public libraries would not let young people access philosophy or even physics, much less all the other books by Huxley I wanted to read. But I could sneak between the shelves, and sometimes the nice librarians pretended not to see me.

More than half a century later, I remember every one of them with joy.

Jackie French AM is an award-winning writer, wombat negotiator, the 2014–2015 Australian Children’s Laureate and the 2015 Senior Australian of the Year. In 2016 Jackie became a Member of the Order of Australia for her contribution to children’s literature and her advocacy for youth literacy. She is regarded as one of Australia’s most popular children’s authors and writes across all genres — from picture books, history, fantasy, ecology and sci-fi to her much loved historical fiction for a variety of age groups. ‘Share a Story’ was the primary philosophy behind Jackie’s two-year term as Laureate.

Just a Girl by Jackie French is available now


Comments

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    What’s up, after reading this awesome article i am too glad to share my familiarity here with colleagues.

  2. Dorothy King

    Oh my goodness Jackie French you sure bring back memories for me, loved a lot of the childhood books you mention plus some of the adult ones….. Hawaii. All of them still on my bookshelf and dealt out to my granddaughter who shares the same love of books.
    So love your adult books and am recommending them to all my friends, can’t wait to read Just a Girl. You are a favourite Australian author of mine, thank you !

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