Besides constantly nagging my poor mother to buy me must haves like Nancy Drew Mysteries, poetry books, and two sets of encyclopedias... there was the Scholastic Book Club order form.The Scholastic Book Club gave me much anxiety as a child. We'd get the book descriptions and order form and I'd start to feel dizzy. I'd want many of the books listed. My mother would only allow me to order one or (rarely) two. Bargaining with her was like going in to ask the boss for a raise every few weeks, and the boss just dreads seeing you, sometimes feels sorry for you, but no way in hell are you getting that raise.
Try to explain to a hardworking mom just why you can't live without Silly & Annoying Jokes & Riddles or yet another book about teenager who discovers she's adopted and has a meltdown. There were some kids at school who never ordered a book, but I only noticed the kids who flaunted the fact that they had ordered six books. (Six books!) I never ever ordered more than two books, and I agonized over the order form for days ~ like a true readaholic drama queen. Nevermind the fact that there were better books at the library. The Scholastic Book Club was like a cult and I was a fully hooked follower.
