I was watching my son read the other day. He was curled into the corner of our sofa, right next to the lamp, and he had a book that he'd read two times already this month open on the arm of the sofa. He often stays like that for hours, reading books back-to-back as if he's having his own private novel-reading marathon. It reminded me of my own childhood summers, spent stretched along the length of our mauve faux-velvet sofa, head propped against the arm, book resting on my stomach, eagerly diving into another world while my own melted away.
I found myself jealous of him, wanting to recapture that seemingly endless stretch of time that now belongs to him in his childhood. I want the time to re-read books three times in a month again. I used to love the NANCY DREW series, as well as NATE THE GREAT, ENCYCLOPEDIA BROWN, TALES OF A FOURTH GRADE NOTHING and SUPERFUDGE, ESP MCGHEE, the LITTLE HOUSE series, LITTLE WOMEN, THE WITCHES, GEORGE'S MARVELOUS MEDICINE, MATILDA, THE CAT ATE MY GYMSUIT... These were the books that I read over, and over, and over.
How about you? What are some of your favorite childhood reads?