I immediately fell in love with them, and it took so much self-restraint not to buy them. These were not the “modernized” re-tellings, but rather the original stories with gorgeous, updated covers that had fun “Gatsby-esque” illustrations. So I was astounded when I was at Ta rget the other day (perusing the YA book section, as usual) and came across Nancy Drew books. I spent so many summers whiling away the days with my Nancy Drew books, and they have a special shelf on my bookshelf, yellow spines still proudly on display today, though I admit I haven’t picked one up in years.
I became a bit of an ND snob, only reading the yellow hardbacks rather than the more modern ND books that had pink covers, Nancy with long strawberry blonde hair, and a cell phone (she seemed out of place compared to retro Nancy). After that fateful day, I would pester my parents every few weeks, begging them to take me to Costco, where the book section sold the original Nancy Drew yellow hardbacks in sets of 6 for $12 ($2 per book! Can you imagine? How cheap books were back in the ’90s compared to nowadays). That moment fostered a long love for Nancy Drew mysteries that I still have to this day.
My mom cam home from work one day and gave me my first Nancy Drew book ever, The Mystery of the Moss-Covered Mansion. Yet there was a pivotal moment in my reading journey that I clearly remember in elementary school. Growing up, I was always a voracious reader.
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