I enjoy reading children’s books. I am for sure not the intended audience but I love reading them. Not all of course, but the majority.
Funnily enough I enjoyed reading books from authors like Barbara Wood and others when I was about 13 years old – why I have no idea. During my studies in which I read many classics, I turned to fantasy and during the past say 4 to 5 years I discovered or better rediscovered my love for children’s books. Maybe I liked them because (of)
- the nostalgic factor of my own childhood,
- the fact that children are mostly straight forward and don’t hide what they feel,
- they see things differently maybe even clearer.
Whatever the reason, they are fun, entertaining, usually contain a moral and just beautifully written and thought out.
As the international children’s day has been on June 1st, I just want to share some of my favorite children’s books which some might categorize under different or more specific sub-genres but from me they are still books for children – and in the end, I am still a child and will always be my parents kid no matter how old I am.