This is just a list of some of the greatest books ever. They are at this place in the layers of stuff accumulating in my brain that’s linked to an age where I was thinking about so many things for the very first time. Or, if I read them later, they’re linked to the piece of me that’s still that age. When I reread these books part of me is able to see the strangeness that’s in the world before habit builds up sets, costumes and props and drapes the known world in them. And it’s strange how they are all profoundly sad.

I’m going to write something about each one of these eventually, and I’ll probably keep on adding to list, but here it is for now.

1: Bridge to Terebithia
2: The Trumpeter Swan
3: Dr.Dolittle
4:The Golden Compass
5: Haroun and the Sea of Stories
6: The Fledgling
7: Charlotte’s Web
8: Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe Series- all of them, but especially Voyage of the Dawn Treader
9. Harry Potter