So, let's talk "comfort reading." More specifically, comfort reading in the form of kiddie books that made you feel all flannel-y inside, back when you were only worried about putting your clothes on right-side-out and getting your shoes on the proper foot.
My list would be too, too long, but I will start with ten of my favorites:
- The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame - especially the "Dulce Domum" chapter.
- The Five Little Firemen, Margaret Wise Brown - ooh, save that jolly fat cook!
- Goodnight, Moon, Margaret Wise Brown - except that it'll take me to dreamland before I finish my 'taters.
- Mary Poppins, P.L. Travers - she's soooo fabulously snarky and vain!
- The Giving Tree, Shel Silverstein - but only if I need a good, comforting cry.
- The Velveteen Rabbit, Margery Williams - makin' it real.
- All of a Kind Family, Sydney Taylor - ah, to be a poor immigrant family on the lower east side!
- The Little House in the Big Woods, Laura Ingalls Wilder - ah, to be a poor frontier family living in a forest, or a sod house, or on a prairie, or . . .
- Beezus and Ramona, Beverly Cleary - 'way back when little sisters were pesty
- Miss Piggle Wiggle, Betty MacDonald - how I learned to be the adorable person I am now.
Start meltin' the cheese, and crack open a comfort book or two. Ahhhhh. Burp! ('scuse me.)