It wasn't until after I learned to read that I discovered she had not been actually reading to us, but truthfully the books were never quite as interesting when I read them. I think to this day I still prefer her version.
I was happy when I found a copy of her favorite book, if I squint my eyes and block out the words on the pages I get carried back and John and I are once again sitting on either side of her studying the pictures, and I can still hear her animated, happy voice as she "reads" to us.
A Big Ball of String will always be more than just a fun book to me. It takes me down memory lane every time I see it and I enjoy my jaunts there, where for just a few minutes I'm a child again.