Sleuth-sayer...

Here I am at work on a quiet Tuesday afternoon, and Liz and I were just IMing back and forth. She called me Beckster, and it triggered in me a distant and off the wall memory. Roadster. That's right, folks. Roadster. The kind of car Nancy Drew drove in all those "pull the covers up to your chin and read till you can't reads no more" thrillers (or tame children's mystery books). Man, I have loved to read ever since I was little, and I definitely collected ALL (or what I thought was all until I did some research before writing this post) of her mystery books. Blue hardcover, baby! As it turns out, the blue hardcover books make up numbers 1-38 of 173....I was close?

What was it about this girl-detective that had me so enamoured? Was it the spare change of cute clothes she kept in the trunk of her roadster...."just in case?" Was it the empowering idea of a girl solving these unsolvable mysteries? Paving the way for other, smaller sleuths (liken to myself)? Was it her dreamboat boyfriend, Ned Nickerson, or her best friend Bess Marvin? Or even her father, attorney Carson Drew? Who knows?! I just know I loved her and her crime solving ways! I won't pretend that anyone else wants a complete list of all the books I had, but my favorite one was #2 The Hidden Staircase, and my favorite title was #3 The Bungalow Mystery. Don't you just love the word bungalow? It's so dang cute! It's what I would categorize as a "chubby word." It doesn't necessarily have to MEAN chubby, though it sometimes does. Like spelunking, plump (obviously), boots, jovial, podgy, robust, etc... I guess most of the words I think are chubby have an "uh" sound in them. Interesting.

Anyway. Nancy Drew. Those eyes.