In this week’s #SixforSunday, Steph has prompted us to share six books from our childhood. My childhood was filled with books, and I could have written hundreds of lists of books from that time of my life. Here are six that really stuck with me:
1 & 2. The Rain Puddle by Adelaide Holl and Mouse Cafe by Patricia Coombs. These two books are two of the first I remember my Grandparents and my Great-Nana reading to me. They were two of the first books that I remember becoming obsessed with and begging for them to be read to me. I learned them inside out, and I have very fond memories of curling up at my grandparents’ house reading them.
3. Heidi by Johanna Spyri. I spent huge chunks of my childhood wishing I was Heidi, because living in the mountains with goats and a grandad seemed like a fine idea. I loved this story when I was little, I loved to have it read to me and reading it to myself.
4. Pollyanna by Eleanor H. Porter. This is a book I remember being given to me by a relative. It’s the original story of trying to find something to be grateful for in any situation. I used to think that was a fun game, now it’s a necessary part of my adult life.
5. Is Anybody Listening? by Larry O’Loughlin. This book was one of the first I borrowed from the public library with my shiny new library card that made me feel important. I picked it up on a whim, because I was allowed 6 books and dammit I was taking out 6 books (so drunk on power, lol). It swallowed me whole, so I read it repeatedly until I hated words. And then borrowed it back regularly until I had to give up my children’s library card.
6. Northern Lights by Philip Pullman. No list of the books of my childhood would be complete without this beauty. This book was, without doubt, THE book of my childhood. It remains a firm favourite now. I can’t put into words how much I love this book.
Which books from your childhood would make your top six?