I'm jumping on the bandwagon with my own childhood favorites. Is this officially a meme now?
Several years ago, I went on Alibris and bought as many titles from my childhood as I could remember. This one headed the list, along with Josephine and Hugo. I identified strongly with Josephine, the lonely little girl who was the youngest-by-far of her family, like me:
I was never a nature buff, but I loved this book.
And this one:
And let's not forget these (not pictured: The Saucepan Journey). Yes, I have always wanted to be Swedish.
Lois Lenski. When I was a child I thought I'd discovered her...
...and Edward Eager. You can imagine my horror when I learned my sister had read these before me.
This series of novels destroyed my innocence. Yes, it's where I learned how sausage is made:
I wanted to love At the Back of the North Wind, but could not, even with all the beautiful color plates. I guess I've always been more of a meat grinding aficionado than a fairy enthusiast.
I had a very hard time tracking down this book, perhaps because I remembered it as The Sea Serpent of Trott, by Horse.
Some of my old favorites made it easier by still being in print, like this series. Who doesn't like a Moomin? I don't want to know such a person.
I loved everything by Zilpha Keatley Snyder. If I turn this house upside-down, I should be able to find The Egypt Game and Eyes in the Fishbowl, too.
My favorite series of all times, and the reason I had wanted to name Olive Gertrude. It's a good thing LB won that battle: Olive is so very much an Olive.
My girls didn't enjoy this book nearly as much as I did. I can remember pouting as a 'tween about kids in the olden days having all the fun: I wanted to be exiled to Siberia, too.
Hey, how'd that get in here?
Sigh. The Skyhook.






















































