too many favourites to choose one, but the first proper book with chapters & everything that i can remember deriving enormous satisfaction from reading end-to-end was peter pan - the story of peter and wendy - a seemingly-ancient edition i'd found in my house, it had a dozen beautiful, tissuepaper-protected illustrations all of which i can still see in hi-rez when i close my eyes.

i also need to give credit to "the magic pot" by patricia coombs and "mouse trouble" by john yeoman.

astrid lindgren - de gebroeders leeuwenhart (bröderna lejonhjärta)

thea beckman - kruistocht in spijkerbroek & kinderen van moeder aarde

-Ernest Thompson Seton

Appealed to my inner DIY/How-things-work/artist/sculptor/woodcrafter

+ japanese fairytales and
everything hans christian andersen

oh i forgot one

The Great Brain

on behalf of myself and Angry Kid Hoyt, hearty concurrence.

:o I still keep re-reading those, so I can't label them as 'childhood' books.

QUESTION FOR THURSDAY:

What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?

Out of sheer curiosity I'd try to fail to see if it was forreal.

Doing the crazy things I plan to do (anyway :) - failure doesn't hinder me most of the time).

save the cheerleader