A weekly favorite books meme hosted by Sam @ Tiny Library. This week's theme is favorite childhood books.
When I was a child I wasn't particularly drawn to reading books; if it didn't have a picture of Archie and Jughead on the cover then I wasn't really interested. Our house was always full of books, though, so I'm not really sure why it took so long for reading to catch on with me. My parents read books. My siblings read books. And my aunt and uncle, bless their librarian/English teacher hearts, used to give me a book for my birthday and a book for Christmas every year, without fail. And every year I would kind of flip through read them, but not really. My mind would wander too much and I'd give up again and again. Then one day -I must have been about ten, and it must have been summer because I was b.o.r.e.d. and truly had nothing else to do- I reached for Mary O'Hara's My Friend Flicka and gave it one more try. And lo, the chapter book was in my command. I read this book right to the end and loved it.