I Don't Want to Grow Up
While he did that, I curled up on the floor in the dining room with the cats to read my new copy of Madeleine L'Engle's A Swiftly Tilting Planet, which I hadn't read since 5th grade when my friend Robika Modak borrowed it and forgot to return it. (Robika, I hope you Google yourself and find this because I would love to know what you're up to these days. Don't worry, I'm not mad about the book.)
Why is it that books you loved as a kid are always a little disappointing when you read them as an adult? I hope I haven't lost all my imagination and finally become a true grownup.
The book was interesting and all - it's about a teenage boy with special psychic abilities going back in time on the back of a unicorn to change the course of history - but it didn't thrill me to the core the way it once did. I'm still trying to remember what I loved so much about it, but the memory is like a dream that's just out of reach.
In honor of this book and the way I once loved it, here's a list of some of my favorite children's books, the ones I read over and over and still have, their paper covers creased and ragged:
Won't you share some of yours? OK, I feel like Mr. Rogers now.