When I was a toddler, my mother put a drop of honey on a page of one of my cloth books and told me to lick it off, hoping that I would make the association between reading and sweetness. It’s been a long time since I’ve licked my books, but the pleasure of reading remains. I have photos of my mother reading to me as a youngster, but I don’t need them to remember the books:
The Goops and How to Be Them
The Story About Ping
The Little House
Paddle to the Sea
And To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry Street
Grimm’s Fairy Tales
Babar the Elephant
and of course, the Little Golden Books like this one . . .
And so many more!
Just before my mom remarried, the first thing my soon-to-be new dad brought me as a gift was a book about cars. I was 7 and I’ve never forgotten.
What are some of the books you remember with pleasure from your childhood?
(To be continued)