I saw this quote over on The Art of Simple on the weekend and thought it was wonderfully true.
It’s quite apt as the youngest makes his way through the Harry Potter series and I wonder if it’s time for a re-read of the books myself.
Some of my favourite books I’ve read as an adult are actually meant for a much younger audience. And who doesn’t love a trip down memory lane with a delve into an Enid Blyton book and joining the adventures of the Faraway Tree gang or the naughtiest girl in school.
What’s your favourite childhood book?
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