After the memories that my Trumpet of the Swan post brought up in me last night, I decided to dedicate this favorite Friday post to my childhood.
The Trumpet of the Swan by E.B. WhiteWhen it comes to E.B. White everyone goes on and on about Charlotte’s Web or Stuart Little, but when I was in first grade it was all about Trumpet of the Swan. It’s just such a good little story about overcoming disabilities and the adversities of life through the eyes of one swan who was born without a voice box.
Bunnicula by Deborah and James HoweI have no idea if Bunnicula stands up to an adulthood read, but as a child I loved this book. The story follows a cat and a dog who believes their owners new bunny is a vampire, because it sucks the juice of vegetables as opposed to eating it. HILARIOUS. It was one of the first chapter books I ever read for fun and I honestly believe that it’s the reason I am into vampires and werewolves.
Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Suess
Honestly, this is one of the greatest children’s books ever written. It’s funny, it’s beautifully written and teaches children the importance of trying new things. When I discovered that Dr. Suess and the Cat in the Hat were not the same person, I was heartbroken. Did anyone else believe that?
The Little Engine that Could by Watty Piper
All I can say about this book is that as a kid, whenever I was doing something particularly difficult I would think to myself “I think I can, I think I can.” How powerful is that? If I was Watty Piper and I knew that my book inspired a child to push through all their difficulties, it would make my entire life.
Amelia Bedelia by Peggy ParishI have no idea why, but I just loved Amelia Bedelia as a child. Perhaps cuz it was catchy, funny and didn’t it rhyme?
The Giving Tree by Shel SilversteinI don’t think I got from this book what I was supposed to. I remember being like “see, that is what happens when you love too much. Don’t be like the giving tree!” And my teacher looking at me strangely and now I realize the message is supposed to be “don’t be a selfish brat like the boy who took everything from the tree.” Well, whatever you take from it, it’s a great book.
Where the Red Ferns Grow by Wilson Rawls
I always talk about The Order of the Phoenix, being the first book to really make me cry, but I recently realized that was a lie. Where The Red Ferns Grow made me cry uncontrollably as a kid. I can remember being curled up in my bed bawling my eyes out while my mom desperately tried to figure out what was wrong.