First, I have to say that this is way too hard. One book? Books were my companions, friends, and greatest delight. Choosing one would be like choosing which of my children is my favorite. Not possible.
However, in the interest of being a cooperative community member, I’ll share the first favorite that I can remember. It’s a book I checked out of the library endlessly, and heard and read it so much that I pretty much had it memorized. It is Maurice Sendak’s “Where the Wild Things Are.”
I loved the monsters because they looked so funny and friendly and unmonsterlike. Somehow, I understood, even at that very young age that things that seemed like monsters weren’t always scary or unfriendly. It was comforting to me, and I just enjoyed each picture.
So… that’s my first favorite. I went on to love transformation stories of every type, from Cinderella to Under the Tuscan Sun.
Now, let the wild rumpus start!
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