Writer's Block: Timeless tales
Jan. 22nd, 2011 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I think it was probably my fourth or fifth birthday, my Grandma gave me this book. I can't remember the name of it, but it was about a little girl's birthday party and the little girl looked just like me. It also had flaps that opened on every right hand page to reveal surprises underneath and the big surprise at the end was a giant present that when you opened the flap revealed itself to be a new bike. I loved that book so hard. Mum read it to me so often that I could actually quote it word for word. We also have what I think is probably a very early edition of Babar that I loved a lot. The font they used for it was in cursive, though, so I remember being very frustrated at how long it took me to learn to read it.
Other favourites were the Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary books. When we were little, Mum used to read them to my brother and I before bed. I used to go into his room and curl up at the head of his bed and listen to the stories with him. Then when he learned to read, Mum read them all to me, again.
I think it was probably my fourth or fifth birthday, my Grandma gave me this book. I can't remember the name of it, but it was about a little girl's birthday party and the little girl looked just like me. It also had flaps that opened on every right hand page to reveal surprises underneath and the big surprise at the end was a giant present that when you opened the flap revealed itself to be a new bike. I loved that book so hard. Mum read it to me so often that I could actually quote it word for word. We also have what I think is probably a very early edition of Babar that I loved a lot. The font they used for it was in cursive, though, so I remember being very frustrated at how long it took me to learn to read it.
Other favourites were the Judy Blume and Beverly Cleary books. When we were little, Mum used to read them to my brother and I before bed. I used to go into his room and curl up at the head of his bed and listen to the stories with him. Then when he learned to read, Mum read them all to me, again.
