My favorite childhood book. Well, I’m a big nerd, so I can’t pick just one. Not to mention, which part of my childhood? I loved all things Dr Seuss growing up,
then got on the
Sweet Valley train, and
Babysitters Club. I then moved on to
RL Stine and Christopher Pike,
and I can’t leave out the incomparable Stephen King–actually, I started reading him so young that the town librarian called my mother to tell her “exactly what kind of books your daughter is reading!”. My mother DGAF about what I read as long as I was reading. Being the youngest totally has advantages because there are so many things that my parents DGAF about. Then again, I was a shockingly well-behaved child, mostly. I also went through books at an alarming rate–so I would re-read them to pass the time on car trips.