My love for books started at a very young age. I can still remember sitting on Mom or Daddy's lap while they read these to me.
Bedtime stories didn't stop as we grew older and we were soon captivated by the Little House books as well as Caddie Woodlawn.
That Boy, Johnny was a favorite and no matter how often we heard it we were always ready to read it again.
The Grandma's Attic series traveled with me as I read them every where. Sitting under my favorite shade tree, in school, in my bed where I read with the light from my flashlight and my quilt over my head in hopes I wouldn't alert my parents that I wasn't sleeping. I think I could still tell you every story in them from memory.
The first book of the Boxcar Children was one of my favorites and I was always sorry once they moved out of the boxcar. The Bobbsey Twins, books by Beverly Cleary, the Alice and Jerry books were well loved with Singing Wheels being read aloud every winter.
We laughed until our sides hurt at the adventures Jay Berry had in Summer of the Monkeys, and cried until our eyes were red and faces blotchy in Where the Red Fern Grows. Boone's Lick and the rest of the Lewis B. Miller books were read so often the covers became quite tattered. And the things we learned from Two Little Savages we still remember including a fun secret language called Tutnee.
We enjoyed the series by Horatio Alger Jr. where goodness somehow always got rewarded in the end and the villains dealt with quite satisfactorily.
Then there were the classics, Heidi, The Secret Garden, Eight Cousins, as well as the Anne of Green Gables and Elsie Dinsmore series.
Our book shelves weren't complete with out a healthy selection of Amish published books.
I was introduced to Feodora
when I was ten and Rosebud now loves it just as much as I used to. Song of Years
was an ancient book that my grandparents used to have. The was something about those Martin girls that had this book as one of my favorites during my teen years and the sweet love story that wove it all together helped I'm sure.
Then there were the books by Gene Stratton Porter where I fell even more in love with nature and botany.
This is only a very small sampling of the books that fill the bookshelves in our home. I love the way books look all lined up neatly on a shelf and how they feel in my hands. But best of all I love how they transport me to a different world.
We have most of the books we grew up reading and loving but I am still keeping my eyes open for some more childhood favorites even as we continue expanding our ever growing selection.
What were/are some of your favorite books?