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tiger eyes by judy blume because it just intrigued me and made me use my imagination

One of my favourite's was Sarah Coolidge - 'What Katy Did'/'What Katy Did Next'. I loved those books even now! My overall favourite was a lovely story and the title was called 'Carbonela' about a mystical black cat who changes the life of a little girl and her friends over the summer holidays. I wish I could trace this book again as it was one of my favourites and I'm almost sure I lost my copy when moving house many years ago. As to the author, I honestly can't remember her/his name.

My very favorite book as a child was "Where the Red Fern Grows" by Wilson Rawls. It was originally read to me by my fifth grade teacher. That year I bought my own copy and have read it every year. Whenever I have 5th grade students, I read this story. When my own children were old enough,I also read it to them...

Nice question.

As a child I read books, morning, noon and night - even the cornflake box was read over and over again.

I had many favorite books at different stages of childhood. On recall now, to answer this question, one little book comes to mind, which was read many, many times. It was a book suitable for the 8- 10 year old reader. It was called 'The Adventures of Mr. Pinkwhistle', a kind of magic manlike creature who would help people in trouble and bring solutions to their problems in a very subtle, hidden invisible sort of way. I really liked that concept of quiet hidden executed help.

The book was from a series written by a famous English childrens' writer - Enid Blyton. She had many publications and series to her credit, all of which I loved and followed each series avidly. I managed to keep one of the Pinkwhistle books and presented it to my children, who were not a bit impressed! The book finally became torn, with pages missing. We moved house a lot and the tattered copy disappeared eventually - probably thrown out by some sensible helper in a house move.

Never to be forgotten, though, are the glad feelings invoked by the doing of good - quietly hidden.

The Railway Children & Alice in Wonderland; I also liked reading Grimms Fairytales, the secret seven, the famous five...hmmm come to think about it I enjoyed reading a whole array of different books, Enid Blyton was probably one of my favourite authors and Robert Louis Stevenson's poems. Yes I did buy the Secret Seven and the Famous Five books for my son, well actually I didn't buy them I already had them and gave them to him.

There was no SINGLE favorite book; my reading habits have always been far too voracious for that. But my Mom did have about 2/3 of all the books Edgar Rice Burroughs ever wrote, at least in the Tarzan and Mars series. Those, I definitely read repeatedly.

I do have children, but no, I did not buy the Burroughs books for them. Instead, having acquired the set Mom had, I carried them with me for years...and then finally donated them to an intervention group home for teenagers. My ex and I had been live-in houseparents at the facility. When it came time to move on, the books stayed behind.

I had a few that were my favorites. The only one that I can think of right now, however, is "Where the Red Fern Grows" by Wilson Rawls. It's a very sad book about a boy who wants a couple of hunting dogs so bad, he works his tail off to get them. If you haven't read the book, I won't ruin it for you, but the ending isn't so happy.

I have a two-year-old, so he's a little young, but maybe when he gets older I'll tell him about it.

Sing Down The Moon, by Scott O'dell. It was a remarkable book that possessed such emotion that it was the first book that I have ever read that I never wanted to end. Highly recommended.

I was five when I read the whole thick book (thick book for me at that time) entitled "Sally Dick and Jane", I forgot the author. It was the only American book available that my Dad had given me on my fifth birthday. I had been reading Arthur Maxwells Bedtime stories (Bible Stories) but Sally, Dick and Jane had an impact on me because I can identify myself with it. First I was called Jane, my sister Lily, and my brother Jun; not in the name of my siblings but because there were three children in that family as we were.

There was no book like that anymore when I got my own children and my daughter loved "Sweet Valley Twins " series, whereas my son loved Science Fiction.

Roald Dahl was my favourite. He had a way of connecting with my reading which made me stay up on hours, even though I already knew the ending. His light humour and silly characters were a joy to picture.

It's not so much what my favorite book as a kid was, but rather who my favorite author was as a kid and that is no other than Roald Dahl. I lived with James inside that Giant Peach, rode with Danny in his dad's rickety car, and escaped the wrath of Boggis, Bunce and Bean with that Fantastic Mr. Fox! And I still do.

As a small child, my favorite books to read were the Little Bear series. If I read them now, I wouldn't have a clue why I liked them. But, I can wager a guess that it was because I liked being read to before I went to sleep; and the Little Bear's grandmother was so nice too.

Hans Christian Anderson, Grimm Fairy tales and Kim by Kipling.

I read the stories I write to my children when they were younger. I started writng children stories when my youngest told his class tha his father was the best writer in the world on, "what does you father do for a living day" in his class. I had one week to incorporate over 20 kids names and favorite things and present them on Dad's Day at school.

I am another with no single favourite book. The Encyclopedia Brown - Boy Detective books were one favourite.

'Where the Wild Things Are' by Maurice Sendak, and 'When We Very Young' by AA Milne were two others.

I gave a younger relative copies of these for his fifth birthday and Xmas and he would ask me to read them every time I saw him. Like me, he loved 'Halfway Down the Stairs.' I can still recite it verbatim all these years later.

Catcher In The Rye, by J.D. Salinger. I was 13-14, when I first read the book. After a re-read and reading Cliff Notes, I have come to realize that some of the story was over my adolescent head but I related to the frustrations that the character expressed. I don't have children but I think it would be a great read for a 15 or 16-year-old.

My alter ego wrote a blog about Salinger, shortly after his death: http://walterobryant.wordpress.com/2010/02/17/when