I didn’t discover Nancy Drew until I was in fourth grade. I was hooked immediately. I remember the girls in my class sharing books with each other. We couldn’t wait to get our hands on the next adventure. Sharing our love of these books was a common bond among the girls in my class.
Along with the lure of the mysteries that Nancy solved, I loved just reading about Nancy herself. She was smart, and independent, a good daughter and friend, and daring. I really admired her courage.
I wanted to be just like her. It wasn’t until I was a little bit older that I realized that I was pretty much a chicken at heart. I remember walking through a neighborhood that was not my own, and pretending to be a detective just like Nancy. It was at that moment it hit me like a ton of bricks. I really wasn’t brave enough to follow in her footsteps.
Life went on, but it did make me a little sad. However, I think a lot of Nancy’s spunk still stayed with me over the years.
What I do know for sure was that Nancy opened a door for me about the magic of books. Each time I opened a book I would be transported to a different time or place. I could laugh or cry, and learn more about myself and others.
Even today I love the impact that books have on me. So brave or not Nancy really did influence me, and made a difference in my life.
Did you read Nancy Drew books?
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