I guess I wouldn’t necessarily call Harry Potter a childrens’ book (especially not the seventh, what with all the death and agony), but they were an integral part of my childhood so in it goes.
Reader poll time: how many of these did you get for graduation? I think between high school and college I ended up with four or five copies, at least one of which was a very fancy schmancy one that came with a little case. How many times have I looked at any of them since then? Zero.
This was my sister’s favorite book when she was younger; it was the one that she memorized beginning to end and could pretty much recite on command, with or without the book in front of her (which meant that my whole family could also do the same thing). I never really liked reading it because it made me feel horribly guilty, but I didn’t have the emotional maturity to know why I felt guilty, so all I knew about this book was that it made me feel like a terrible, selfish person. I usually tried to avoid it at all costs.
I still think about this book sometimes, particularly the part where he wakes up with gum in his hair. Not really sure why. And while the “better” title is horribly pessimistic, I thought it was hilarious and currently fits my weekday life pretty well. (For those of you who don’t recognize it, this book is called Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Day.)
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