Today I am 13 years old. The second 13 that they have lent me. A noon in 2004 life and death they discovered my letters on the side of a road. It took just a few seconds. Death was with poker of aces. Life, with a ladder of color. Hearts So I'm still here. Reading, writing, listening to music, enjoying my family and friends, and giving thanks one more year for that luck in the game.

So that to celebrate my thirteenth birthday encore, I'm very excited retrieve readings of the first 13 and compare them with the many more of the second. Those are some samples. maybe share some. Oh and Thank you for your congratulations.

My first 13 years

All were gifts, undoubtedly. And in the rest, note the majority representation of teutonic writers. I have special affection for short ghost stories. Impossible to improve being of North American and British classics as cool as those. Included The legend of the sleeping valley from Irving, The Canterville Ghost from Wilde, The Plague King from Poe, The third person by Henry James and Laura from Saki, the pseudonym of Burmese-born Scottish-born writer Hector Hugh Munro.

Fantasía

What was that of those new releases of those years, today classics of youth literature. What can already be said about momo o The Neverending Story by the German Michael Ende? I know i read before momo, but the immense impact was with The Neverending Story, as I imagine it would happen with all the children who read it at that age. The structure, the division of the text in those letters of green and red color that separated worlds and characters... And above all the feeling of believing that, like Sebastian, you had a Magic book between the hands.

Over time I have had many more with readings that sometimes have made me close them. Out of excitement, out of boredom, also out of amazement, because he didn't believe what he was reading. But they were not and have not been like that feeling so real to be living between two worlds. To fly over Fujur with Atreyu, of living in the Ivory tower with the Infant Empress, to terrify and fascinate me so much with Gmork and the Nada about to swallow me up.

Wherever you are, possibly there in Fantasia, Mr. Michael Ende will live forever in the millions of children who have learned (and learn) to really love books thanks to that reading.

Realism

Despite the enormous emotion and devotion to The Neverending Story, the fantasy genre did not continue to attract my attention. I went more towards him realism and history, although always with the main themes of the good, evil and love.

Klaudia forms a club, from the German Maria fischer, is one of the most curious because of what they have meant as a reflection in my personal adult life (or supposedly adult). The story of Klaudia, a teenager who form a fan club of a successful singer, it was my first genuine identification with a character. A anticipated mirror of what then has come to be. I will not say anything else. I will only direct you here and you will understand if you take a walk quietly.

As for the When Hitler stole the Pink Rabbit, from the also German judith kerr, is another classic of youth literature. With all the incentive didactic of such an important historical period in which the story of little Anna and her family, of Jewish origin, is set. His escape and vicissitudes in Switzerland, France and finally in London are a cool as interesting as also full of emotions.

And finally, that modest Scottish country doctor, the protagonist of The adventures of a black briefcaseIt is also one of my first literary influences for what I later created. A very read lightweight, traditional cut, which also shaped my later tastes.

My second 13 years

It is impossible to consider that these titles are the most representative. They are my second 13 years, there is no comparison. I read at breakneck speed, with tastes more than conformed. With other eyes, in short. I keep discovering, but it is already different. You are already looking for the most precise sensations. You have winning horses or you know that they will fail you little.

Of those titles I can admit that they are Winners. The more? Well, I'm not saying it anymore, that I repeat myself more than garlic. But in reality they are all. In its form, for its content ... All, except Music for the ugly, the beautiful love story signed by Lawrence Silva, belong to series. Three black (The Redeemer, The Red Square, Lennox), a Romantic (Tatiana and Alexander) and one History (The twelve children of Paris).

The one that saddens me more than even has not arrived to the eyes in Spanish is that of Tim willocks. A piece of both historical and black British writer, whose work has received little justice in these homelands. Nap published the first book, The order, an essential historical novel title that I highly recommend. Whoever controls the Saxon language should be done with this second. It's difficult but it's very worth it.

The others, preferred of preferred. With a good part of the best characters of the black genre. With a certain Harry hole, ahem, the melancholic and so Russian Arkady renko o Lennox, the cynical 50s gray Glasgow detective, created by Craig russell. And of Tatiana and Alexander suffice to say that for the most romantic there is no equal partner.