Confessions of my Past, Present and Future
by
Somer Canon
The Past
Most
of my childhood books were old, tattered hand-me-downs given to me by my
grandma. One of those books was the first book to really ignite the horror
fiend within me. It wasn’t necessarily the story itself that scared me. Even as a Kindergartner I was a hardened
horror fan thanks to never being denied the opportunity to watch some great
horror movies on television.
No,
with The Night the Scarecrow Walked
by Natalie Savage Carlson and Charles Robinson, it was the black, scratchy
illustrations within, giving the book a moodiness that wouldn’t have been there
otherwise.
When
I was learning to read, I was able to dig up some gems in my small school’s
library. The checkout cards to the Crestwood
House Monster Series books were filled with only my name. The book about
shark attacks mesmerized me as well, not only because of the photos of the
survivors but also because of this incredible drawing of a shark chewing
through an anti-shark net, shredding its gums to bloody ribbons.
