When I think of my favorite childhood books, three come right to my mind!
The first book I remember myself reading as a child is the Wizard of Oz. This book is full of magic, fantastic creatures, witches, wizards, and adventures. I was so enchanted by that world and by Dorothy’s adventures there and the friends she met through her journey.
And, of course, her SHOES, the shoes could take you anywhere you wished! (I even owned a pair of red shoes, and was wearing them to school, literally every single day! Somehow, I managed to lose them on my way to school one day. I never owned such a loved pair of shoes again, ever).
My copy of The Wizard of Oz was ancient, almost falling apart. Unfortunately, we moved to another apartment and I have no idea where is that book now… Sad moment for me…
You have plenty of courage, I am sure,” answered Oz. “All you need is confidence in yourself. There is no living thing that is not afraid when it faces danger. The true courage is in facing danger when you are afraid, and that kind of courage you have in plenty.
Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.
Then comes, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.
The first book I ever bought myself, for my own money! I went to a bookshop with my mom and could not pick a book, so she recommended, Jane Eyre. An orphaned girl Jane, who was mistreated by her aunt Reed and cousins, then was sent to a charity school (that school really scared me!). There she lost the only friend she ever had. When Jane grew up, she went working as a governess in Thornfield house, owned by mysterious Mr. Rochester. Oh, Mr. Rochester was my first fiction crush. He is still on my top-5 fictional boyfriends! I remember, as if it was yesterday, going home from the bookstore, holding this 500 pages thick book, full of anticipation to find out more about Jane Eyre! I re-read this book countless times. It is priceless to me.
Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!
If you grew up in the 90’s-00’s, needless to say, what was my third childhood book? Harry Potter of course!
That Harry Potter hype caught me in the middle school. It was when I signed up in our local neighborhood library and read the first three books (only the first three came out at that time). Since then my best friend and I was hooked to the series. Counting days until the next book comes out. Running to the bookstore, getting a new chapter of Harry’s adventures and reading it into the night. Then discussing the events during classes the next day. Arguing who is cutter, Fred or George! Crying over Sirius Black!
I have the most heartwarming memories of that time, thanks to Harry Potter! When the last book came out, it was as if the magic is over. I thought, there is never going to be a book better than Harry Potter!