Welcome to Margaret Atwood Reading Month, to our chat about beginnings and first encounters. I’m looking forward to hearing about how other readers first discovered her and her work. As for me, I read her early work in a burst and it’s hard to remember what was the initial pull.
Perhaps the idea of a young woman’s face on the cover was a draw in the mid-80s when I was a teenager. Most of my English texts were written by male authors, so that may have been appealing. Especially with that direct gaze, and a halo of curls which my straight-haired younger-self would have envied immensely.
Perhaps it was the arrangement of dates, which looked like a diary and would have immediately appealed to me (thanks to Norma Fox Mazer and Lois Lowry and other children’s writers who had drawn me in with letters and lists and other written things).
Perhaps it was the scene in the museum, in the gallery of dinosaurs, in the museum in Toronto, which I had already visited several times as a young girl (even though the T-Rex was awfully menacing and the bat cave was dark and frightening – it still is).