Summer holidays are creeping on us. In my mind, the best part of the summer holiday is how many books you get to read. When I was little, my favourite part of the summer was biking to the library and then going home with my little basket filled with books. It always seemed like the sun was shinning and every new summer meant a passionate new interest.
There was the summer I dived into a comedy series by Dennis Jürgensen about Dracula and other assorted monsters. Museum wax works by day and alive by night, they were accompanied on all their adventures by an eleven-year-old boy whose main interest in life was monsters and scary comics. Due to ill health, Dracula had been forced to swear off human blood and only drink soda. I had a crush on him. I think I was eleven that summer.
Then there was the summer where it was all about Mafia gangsters. Not the original ones, but another comedy series, this time by Bjarne Reuter. He took gangsters from the 1920s and 30s like Lucky Luciano and Dutch Schulz and pitted them against a trigger-happy eighty-year-old grandfather with a 44 Magnum, his grandson and best friend. Another crush. My parents and I still talk about the road trip we had through Germany where we listened to the audio books and laughed all the way down the Autobahn.
They were such wonderful summers. Nothing to do but dive completely into another world. Every game I played, every dream I had was in those worlds. When I look back, I wish I could recapture those summers. Those carefree childhood summer days with nothing to worry about except what to do if it rained.
I’d love to be a writer like that. Someone who can take over someone’s summer and make it a magical time they still look back to almost thirty years later. Someone who can create a world you want to dive into, live in, dream in. A world where you write a character for yourself because you just need to be part of it.
Maybe I should stop writing for adults and go for the tween/YA market instead.
Bjarne Reuter has always been my favourite author. I’d love to write like he does. Maybe I should start writing in Danish, too.