Disney’s new Christopher Robin movie hopes to remind us all about the joys of children’s literature. What were your favorite books when you were a kid? If you have children of your own, what have you enjoyed reading with them?
As a kid, I loved Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and Why Mosquitoes Buzz in People’s Ears, but the book I begged my father to read me night after night was The Cut-Ups by James Marshall. It’s a simple book, with equally simple illustrations. These two jerk kids are practical jokers, and they thought they were the bee’s knees until they met Mary Frances. She had a rocket ship! And she was clearly much more clever than Spud and Joe combined. Perhaps it was the burgeoning feminist in me, or the fact that it was a book even I could read, but there was something about those two cut-ups that cracked me up. I liked their low-stakes tomfoolery, and their comeuppance always had a satisfying ring to my young ears. Not a classic book, but certainly my favorite for a stretch.
When I was a kid, I remember loving a Sesame Street book called The Monster at the End of This Book featuring Grover. The premise was pretty simple: Grover has heard that there’s a monster waiting at the end of the book, and he encourages the reader to stop turning the pages so they won’t get there. He does everything to stop the reader – begging, screaming, even building a brick wall. Of course, once the end of the book arrives, we learn that Grover IS the “monster” at the end of the book. Even at a young age, I knew it was a pretty creative use of the format, which is probably why I still remember the story as an adult.
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Since I can’t really remember a specific book from my own childhood, I’m going to reminisce for a while on some I loved reading with daughter: the Harry Potter series. When she was growing up, I encouraged her to be a reader and would buy her almost any book she requested. When The Sorcerer’s Stone came out, it was massively controversial in the U.S., which really piqued our shared interest in fantasy fiction and spooky things. We read the book together in about a week, which then started a tradition of reading the rest of the series as soon as they came out. We continued with each film adaptation, so we’re talking about father and daughter bonding that lasted for several years. She met her first boyfriend in her freshmen year of high school, so you can imagine how heartbroken I was when one day, she expressed an interest in seeing the latest Harry Potter movie opening weekend with him instead of me. That was a very sad day for me. Nevertheless, I remain a fan of the book series and film franchise, partly for the nostalgic memories attached but also because they’re good stories too.
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Even all these decades later, I still can’t stop myself from quoting “I think I can, I think I can” from The Little Engine That Could on an annoyingly regular basis. Told and re-told in many different forms, this story of a wee, underpowered train’s determination and perseverance continues to resonate. After all, its underlying message of “Believe in yourself and you can do anything!” is still shared with half the animated movies coming down the pike.
I’m certain that I read plenty of books as a young kid, including the usual suspects of Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein, but I’ll be damned if I can remember any of them. All that stuff was purged from my memory over time. The first books that I recall making a real impact on me were The Call of the Wild and White Fang, which I read when I was about 10-years-old. My grandparents gave me a complete collection of Jack London books for my birthday, and I devoured them all. Those two in particular really captivated young me with their thrills and adventure. You may perhaps want to argue that those are more YA books than kids’ books, per se, but that’s as far back as my memory of reading goes.
As a parent myself now, I read a lot of books with my sons, and most of them are garbage. I mean, yes, they’re age-appropriate and deliver important moral lessons and all that, but as storytelling they’re just about intolerable for an adult to read. I’ve actually contemplated creating a new blog to dissect terrible children’s books, but have never found the time to do it.
A major exception would be just about anything by Mo Willems. All of his Don’t Let the Pigeon… and Elephant and Piggie books are simply delightful. Goldilocks and the Three Dinosaurs is a hoot.
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