Childhood

Animorphs: The Visitor

The VisitorHere is the book that started my love for the series. Look at it and tell me how it wouldn’t jump out to a Seventh Grader looking for a good book to read. I clearly enjoyed it back then; I picked up Animorphs books after it and eventually became obsessed with the series. As much as I enjoyed it back then, reading it now, I feel like not much happens in it. That’s both a good and a bad thing. Some of the later books are more exciting, but this one is nice because it is slower. I enjoyed getting to know Rachel even though she hadn’t really come into her own yet. Seeing Rachel interacting with the other Animorphs and learning that they don’t fully trust one another yet was interesting, because they become so tight as the series goes on. I’ll get into that a little further down.

This is just the second book in the series, so Applegate is still world building. The Animorphs are still learning about their new powers, about the Yeerks, and about themselves. So, too, are we, so let’s go ahead and jump into the book.

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Animorphs: The Invasion

The InvasionI told you guys an Animorphs recap was coming. Before I jump into the first book, I want to talk about this series for a little bit because it is more than nostalgia to me. Animorphs was my childhood. I have so many friends I’m still in contact with today that I made from reading this series. Lori, Margie, Matt, Lawren, Holly, Izzah, Laura, Alex, Connor, Tina, Dustin, Katherine, and Vega, I’m talking about you! And those are just the friends I made that are still social enough to be on Facebook today. I know it sounds silly, but this series and the people I met while reading it helped me discover and accept myself. Let’s go back to the beginning, though.

In seventh grade, my Middle School put an emphasis on Language Arts. I guess the school had low reading and writing test scores. As a result, We spent nearly two and a half hours in Language Arts compared to 50 minutes in Math, and poor Science and Social Studies were combined in one 50-minute class. I remember my Science and Social Studies teacher was a man named Mr. Lowe that year, and he was a Social Studies teacher. He was so annoyed that he had to teach Science that year. I digress.

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