This post will be linked to the Discussion Challenge, hosted by very lovely people. Try to go over there and click through the other posts – I always find very interesting debates to participate in! :)
Today, I want to talk to you about your childhood favourites. What was your favourite book growing up? How many times did you read it as a child? And have you re-read it in recent years, as an adult reader?
My favourites, for example, include:
- Matilda and The Witches by Roald Dahl (I even wrote an Author Addiction post about him)
- The Brothers Lionheart and Ronia, the Robber’s Daughter by Astrid Lindgren
- The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge
- The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
- Momo by Michael Ende
- The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien
And there were many more, of course. I think I read the entire children’s section of our local library by the time I was 14 and then wandered over to the adult section where I found The Lord of the Rings and that was the beginning of my fantasy reading, but that’s a different story.
I re-read some of these already (Matilda, The Witches, The Brothers Lionheart, The Hobbit, The Secret Garden) and they were marvellous. I loved how they made me return to my childhood years but I also discovered new aspects that I simply missed as a kid. This is one of the wonders of children’s literature – the dual addressee “issue”, where the books are meant to be read both by children and adults (who often read these books out loud to their children).
But there are definitely some books that I’m afraid to read for fear of being disappointed with them now that I’m an adult reader. Most notably, I’ve had The Little White Horse on my shelf for three years or so and I still haven’t made myself read it. I’m not sure why; I think I’ll like it but I just have this perfect memory of the story and the characters that I don’t want to spoil.
Honestly, this disappointment happens much more often with movies (like Hot Shots or Men in Tights, both of which were horrible now that I watched them again). I also know that some books I read – like The Famous Five or the Sadler’s Wells series (this one was probably one of my very first binge reads! Ahh, the memories) – were actually pretty bad. I don’t want to re-read them because I know I’ll be rolling my eyes the entire time and I just have such good memories of reading them at night with my flashlight because my mom thought they weren’t “good” books and couldn’t understand why I kept reading them. She never banned me from any books, mind you, she’d never do that, but I just didn’t want to explain myself, so I read in secret. I think this little rebellion was a part of the charm, actually, the fact that I was doing something my parents weren’t happy with (see, I was a rebel even at a young, tender age). :)
I know I’ll be re-reading some of my favourite books with my kids. I’m really looking forward to that! We’ve already established a good reading routine with Kiddo, we read to him every single night before bed, but we’re at picture books at this point, of course. I can’t wait for him (them) to progress to longer stories that will keep us all up at night.
And I’ll probably read them books that I’m “afraid” to re-read now – and we’ll see if they love them as much as I did when I was a kid (though I’ll be leaving out some of the more horrible ones). Some of them have become classics now, even in Slovenian, like Dahl’s books. And we’ll discover new favourites from among newer literature, too. And they’ll hopefully discover some horrible books on their own and read them even though I’ll be giving them the evil eye all along. At least I hope they grow up to be readers…
Have you re-read any of your childhood favourites lately?
Or are you content with the memories and prefer discovering new books?
If you have kids, do you read to them/with them?
I’d love to hear from you! :)