What books did you love as a child?
Submitted by hearts.
First, let me point out that this question is not age specific. I am choosing, therefore, to bypass my Betty Cavanna stage which, though I was rather child-like when I read her books (and I read them ALL), occured at a slightly later date.
No. The books I loved, that inspired my childhood, that I could easily re-read now, are the ones by Edward Eager. I found out about him this way: I was 10 years old, sitting in class. To my right were seated two of the smartest, cleverest boys in my grammar school 'year'. Should I name names? Yes, I'm sure they're reading my Vox blog. James Hendry and Roland Greene. They and their friends were the wits, the 'Souls' of Hancock Park Grammar School. One of their number had a crush on me, but that's another, far uglier story.
ANYWAY. One said to the other, 'Have you ever read Edward Eager?' I never heard the answer, but the question was enough for me. First chance I got, I took my cumbersome 5'6" frame (full height at 10 years, YESSIR!) to the library and checked out what Eager books I could find.
His stories were clever, humorous, intelligent, human and literate. The protaganists were invariably a group of children - not in any way exotic, but unique only in the fact that they were strong friends and bookish (their most treasured possessions were their library cards). But these average children would stumble upon the most wonderful magic adventures - only in such mundane ways that the reader would almost believe that such a thing could also happen to him. Or her. OK, me. Depending on which book you had just read, you would find yourself looking for a nickel on the sidewalk, thinking maybe it would be a magic talisman; or hoping that the weed you saw growing by the sidewalk was actually a sprig of thyme and wondering if somewhere in its leafy heart it would take the time to grant you a wish?
In short, these books made you think that anything was possible. What could a child love more?