A childhood without books – that would be no childhood. That would be like being shut out from the enchanted place where you can go and find the rarest kind of joy.
Be generous with your smile and try not to frown. And you will see my children; your smile will never let you down ☺
In the great green room, there was a telephone And a red balloon And a picture of a cat jumping over the moon...
For I need not remind such an audience as this that the neat sorting out of books into age-groups, so dear to publishers, has only a very sketchy relation with the habits of any real readers. Those of us who are blamed when old for reading childish books were blamed when children for reading books too old for us. No reader worth his salt trots along in obedience to a time-table.