This week I’m turning 25. I’m only a little stressed out about it. And by little, I mean like Pluto-is-the-littlest-planet little. (Also I know Pluto isn’t really a planet but like, it still makes a good metaphor right?!?)
I’ve been thinking a lot about books that have shaped my reading (and writing) habits in my life. I tried to make a list of one book per year, but I can’t say that I had a favorite books for the ages of 1-6 (at least not that I remember). Instead I decided to ballpark it, so the first ten books or so are books that I read during elementary school.
Covers are linked to Goodreads profiles; summaries are excerpted from Goodreads
The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
Every day the boy would come to the tree to eat her apples, swing from her branches, or slide down her trunk…and the tree was happy. But as the boy grew older he began to want more from the tree, and the tree gave and gave and gave. This is a tender story, touched with sadness, aglow with consolation. Shel Silverstein has created a moving parable for readers of all ages that offers an affecting interpretation of the gift of giving and a serene acceptance of another’s capacity to love in return.
Who didn’t love The Giving Tree as a child? I think had to be one of the books I remember crying over. (Also it makes sense to me now that my mother would read this book to me, she’s a tree lover.) Definitely one of the books I’m going to pass down to my children one day.
Falling Up by Shel Silverstein
Poor Screamin’ Millie is just one of the unforgettable characters in this wondrous new book of poems and drawings by the creator of Where the Sidewalk Ends and A Light in the Attic. Here you will also meet Allison Beals and her twenty-five eels; Danny O’Dare, the dancin’ bear; the Human Balloon; and Headphone Harold. So come, wander through the Nose Garden, ride the Little Hoarse, eat in the Strange Restaurant, and let the magic of Shel Silverstein open your eyes and tickle your mind.
I hesitated putting two books by the same author on the list, much less back to back, but when it came down to it I couldn’t decide which one to pull because I feel like both of them had the same value to me and at the end of the day it’s my list on my blog and I can do what I want!!!!! I bought this book at the end of a school year, right before summer vacation.
Meet Kit: An American Girl 1934 series by Valerie Tripp
Kit longs for a big story to write in her daily newspaper for her Dad—that is, until she’s faced with news that’s really bad. When Mother’s friends lose their house and come to stay with her family, it’s nothing but trouble for Kit. Then Kit’s dad loses his business, and things go from bad to worse. Will life ever be the same again?
Third grade sparked the American Girl doll craze and of course, I had to have one. My parents said I would could get a doll but it had to be one of the historical dolls, and I had to read all of the books in that doll’s series first. Even as I child I was ExTrA so I started borrowing ALL of the American Girl books from the library, reading series after series until I was caught up with each doll. Ultimately I ended on Kit because she was my favorite. (The following year I chose Josephina as my next doll because she was my second favorite.)
Beezus and Ramona by Beverly Clearly
Nine-year-old Beezus Quimby has her hands full with her little sister, Ramona. Whether she’s taking one bite out of every apple in a box or secretly inviting 15 other 4-year-olds to the house for a party, Ramona is always making trouble–and getting all the attention. Old enough to be expected to take responsibility for her little sister, yet young enough to be mortified by every embarrassing plight the precocious preschooler gets them into, Beezus is constantly struggling with her mixed-up feelings about the exasperating Ramona.
I FLEW through the Ramona series in elementary school. I distinctly remember specific scenes from the book; Ramona eating the first bite of all the apples in the box because the first bite of an apple is the best bite, or Ramona filling up her bathroom sink with toothpaste by squeezing the tube in the middle because it looked like fun. Continue reading “25 Books for 25 Years”