Nancy and Me and a Mystery

As a youngster, I learned many things from Nancy Drew besides what was on the pages of her books; I learned that Nancy was the kind of girl I would like to be. 

Nancy was a magnet who attracted mysteries. To anyone else, clocks were clocks and staircases were just staircases, but not to Nancy Drew. She saw a mystery behind each one!

She had spunk. When faced with impossible situations, she didn’t falter because she also had faith. She believed that things would be okay in the end.

Although Nancy was a girl of means (she had her own car and didn’t have a job) she was not snooty. She was humble, always willing to run errands for Hannah or for her father, Carson Drew, or help with housework. I could relate to all that–although I was not a girl of means, and didn’t have my own car, I could dream! And, I did.

Nancy was friendly. Her two closest chums were George and Bess. Loyalty to friends and family was foremost in all Nancy did.

Logic and sensibility were her trademark. A story of a haunted house or bridge or strange shrieks in the night might terrorize others but not Nancy Drew! Undaunted, she knew that behind the unearthly strangeness was a down-to-earth explanation. This was reassuring, especially for those of us with wild and vivid imaginations.

Readers absorb more than the storyline; this is especially true of young readers. I’m glad I had the experience, when I was a young girl, of meeting Nancy Drew.

You know most of all what I learned from Nancy, besides that I wanted to be like her?  I learned I wanted to write mystery stories! ♥