A friend posted about her favorite gifts as a child. She had a variety of things that excited her. Me, I was always about the books.
I remember each year after I discovered Alfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators that the gifts I was most excited about was getting a new book in the series. There were 16 books out when I discovered it. I think I got up to about 28 before I sort of outgrew them and stopped asking for them. As an adult I’ve collected the entire series via ebay, although there are a few that I’d like to replace with better copies.
Naturally, I re-read my way through all of them.
Just thinking about how excited I’d be getting two or three of them each year brings a smile to my face. Is it any wonder I love writing mysteries with a bit of a paranormal activity? Although, generally, mine don’t have the “logical explanation” but if my characters come up with one, they’re probably channeling my inner Jupiter Jones.