![]() ![]() It got to the point that my mother had to gently nudge me away from the books and steer me towards something that would fill in for my love of the supernatural while also letting me sleep at night.Įnter Nancy Drew. My late nights staying up leafing through each volume and searing the stories and macabre illustrations into my tiny brain were also the same ones I spent wholly unable to sleep, emerging from my room the next morning red-eyed and exhausted. ![]() I rarely heard her mentioned outside of an occasional recommendation by a well-meaning librarian.Īs a child, I spent my reading time immersed in more visceral tales of horror, mostly the notoriously terrifying Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. Her books had never interested me, and the wider reach of her cultural impact was more muted than, say, that of Sherlock Holmes. Nancy Drew was not the heroine I expected to love. ![]() It was a state-of-the-art setup in the then-early 2000s, and it was where I spent many a dark night carefully navigating the corridors of a darkened castle in search of clues. Our family computer was in our basement it was a stocky desktop with a box monitor and Microsoft 2000 loaded onto it, surrounded by the slightly teetering towers of bins we'd yet to unpack on our move into our new home. ![]()
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