This had to be a book from childhood, for me to remember reading it over and over again.
I wonder a little if children will have less of these types of ‘favourite books’ in the future, with e-publishing bringing down the cost of books and so much free stuff on the internet, TV channels coming out of your ears and games / apps to distract you as well. There so much more choice now to spend your free time, I wonder if reading in childhood will suffer a little from it. Will kids still hold on to a dog-eared copy of their favourite book, that they saved up their birthday money to buy and (because books aren’t cheap) that they read over and over, to get their money’s worth?
Anyway, this is exactly what my book is. Matilda by Roald Dahl. The first few times I read it, I borrowed it from the library. Thankfully, my family isn’t anything like hers, but I did like the idea, as a young girl that I wasn’t unlike Matilda – I liked reading and libraries, I wasn’t so great at telekinesis, but I could dream, couldn’t I? Sometimes I would sit and read it in the library, whilst I waited for my Mum and sister to pick their books – life imitating art, eh?
When my birthday came and a lovely book token with it, I bought my very own copy. I still have it now and it’s quite tidy and not too dog-eared to say how many times I read it. It still has the ‘This Book Belongs to….’ sticker in the front, that I used to put in all my special books – just in case my little sister thought about sneaking off with them 😉