My son is finally old enough to have begun developing preferences for particular books; his current favorites are Eric Carle’s classic, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, and (to the great delight of his father), Z is for Zamboni, a very cute hockey-themed alphabet book.
It makes me think back to my own childhood favorites, and while I can’t remember what I liked best at age 2, the memory of how much I enjoyed Green Eggs and Ham as a slightly older child helps me overcome the tedium of reading my son these titles again and again and again.
What were your childhood favorites? I greedily devoured Dr. Seuss and D’Aulaire’s Book of Greek Myths. As a still older child, I remember being obsessed with The Phantom Tollbooth and Madeleine L’Engle. And, of course, Sherlock Holmes.