Anyhow, growing up I had a ton of favorites. My grandparents bought me a computer when I was in the 4th grade, and the only thing I still remember doing on it was creating a data base of my Baby-Sitter's Club books. I also spent a lot of time in front of the bookshelves making sure they were in numerical order, along with all of the Anne of Green Gables series. Clearly, I had a lot going on as a child.
And the obsession never stopped. I've always been a big reader to the point that I have to limit myself. If I have a book in front of me I won't quit until it's done. I never finished Jane Eyre in high school English, because I was too busy going through my Patricia Cornwell phase and I was reading The Bone Collector. The sad thing is my teacher knew I was such a big reader that she would have never suspected that my five minute book report was the scariest thing I've ever done in my life. I kept thinking she would look straight into my brain and realize I pretty much winged the whole thing. I'm a terrible person. Sorry Mrs. Farr.
So for the sake of brevity (ha), here are some of my favorites.
My favorite book ever. Seriously, I have yet to meet a woman who has read this book and not absolutely loved it.
My favorite book growing up. Those March girls get me every time.
A classic I actually did read.
That sweet sweet tree. Oh the tears.

Although I could name children's books all day long, this was the most fun to read out loud with my younger elementary kids. So So cute.

