Adults Love Children's Books Too

You’re never too old to revisit your favorite childhood books. I remember the excitement of going to the library to check out my very fist book. Arthur reminded me “Having fun isn’t hard when you got your library card.” And I finally had one, signed on the back with a mix of capital and lower case letters because I had yet to learn how to write them all. At bedtime, I would read the adventures of Junie B. Jones to my mother, asking only for help on the words I didn’t know. Now, the whimsical rhymes of Dr. Seuss still bounce around my head and the colorful illustrations in “A Very Hungry Caterpillar” are forever emblazoned in my memory. My parents even bought me “Oh, The Places You’ll Go” and “Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are?” as high school graduation presents. As a young adult, I still crack open my favorite children’s books and smile as I read them, feeling as though I'm a kid again.