A Bit of Childhood Reading

Every kid has that one book that they will read religiously. Many kids loved “Where the Wild Things Are,” or “Curious George.” Mine was a little lesser known.

When I was really little I hated naps. I would not take them, needless to say it drove my mother nuts seeing as I had two younger brothers tiring her out as well. My nap time was really her nap time. As I was proving to be extremely stubborn, we had to come up with a better solution. It became that I had to stay quietly in my room, but could do whatever I wanted during nap time. I was delighted.

Sometimes I’d play with my doll house, or my little stuffed animals, but one of my favorite things to do was grab a massive stack of books. Now I’m talking like a stack of picture books almost a foot high! If I didn’t flip through them during nap time, I’d get to them before bed. My favorite of this pile; “No Nap.” by Eve Bunting.

Yea, I really hated naps. I’ve come to find this is a really lesser known book, which is sad, because I loved it. It was all about a little girl who didn’t want to take a nap. (Sound familiar?) She has too many other things to do, and drags her dad all through it. Finally at the end; spoiler alert, She falls asleep. I didn’t care about that part, I only liked when she was still awake not napping. I guess I’ve always been a go-getter.

My other honorable mentions of my favorite books when I was a kid are:

  1. “The Monster at the End of This Book,” by John Stone Link
  2. “The Witch Next Door,” by Norman Bridwell Link


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