This post is old, so what you see here may not reflect my current opinion and mindset, certain information may be outdated, and links may be broken.
You know, as much as I might say I don’t exactly enjoy working with kids under the age of five, there are some advantages. Yesterday, I went through this closet where it had about two shelves of books in there. I was on a hunt for some “forest” theme related books. While I dug through the cramped area — the stupid doors wouldn’t open all the way — I discovered it was a gold mine.
I think my love for children’s books, especially illustrated ones, will never die. Finding each books I’ve enjoyed as a child made me want to squeal like one of my preschoolers. Instead, I grabbed the ones I wanted to read again, and these are what I picked out:
- Corduroy by Don Freeman
- Curious George by H.A. Rey and Margret Rey
- Jumanji by Chris Van Allsburg
- The Polar Express by Chris Van Allsburg
- The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams and illustrated by William Nicholson
I was left feeling content after reading these. There’s something about these books, in which several of them are considered classics. Perhaps it’s the simplicity of it? The illustrations? I’m not sure, but it makes me want to go hunt down other books I’ve enjoyed. Books like:
- Amelia Bedilia series by Peggy Parish
- Arthur series by Marc Brown
- The Berenstain Bears series by Stan and Jan Berenstain
- Clifford: The Big Red Dog by Norman Bridwell
- The Little Critter series by Mercer Mayer
- The Magic School Bus series by Joanna Cole and illustrated by Bruce Degen
- Paddington Bear series by Michael Bond and illustrated by Peggy Fortnum
It may seems silly for an adult like me to want to read and to derive pleasures from reading these books, but I guess some people, like myself, will always be a kid at heart. Either that or I’m just really a sucker for nostalgia.