17. top 5 children’s books?
i'm taking "children's books" as everything up to middle grade-ish. in no particular order:
rick riordan's the last olympian (fifth in the original percy jackson and the olympians series). that thing lived in my backpack for maybe four or five months in middle school and i would just read it over and over.
queen's own fool by jane yolen and robert harris (← i had totally forgotten mr. imperium triology was involved). i was obsessed with this book.
sunpainters by baje whitethorn (written and illustrated). i was enchanted by the landscapes in this one—the art is stunning.
roxaboxen by alice mclerran, illustrated by barbara cooney. still think about this one fairly regularly. cooney also illustrated a lightly edited version of the donald hall poem "the ox cart man", which i also loved (my dad, an econ prof, reads the full poem to his students every year)
the complete book of the flower fairies by cicely mary barker (written (mostly) and illustrated). this is my earliest memory of poetry; my dad was just telling a story in the car today about how he'd read it to me when i was a baby. there were a collection of poems in the back under "old rhymes for all times"—my dad still adores rose fyleman's "a fairy went a-marketing".
honorable mentions, chapter books: my niece (who's two years older than me) gave me the penderwicks when i was maybe seven or eight and i loved it because she did; i loved the dear america and my america series of fictional diaries, but don't recall any one favorite in particular; i read an enormous amount of (often fairly crappy) historical fiction that affected me strongly without being particularly good; there are a bunch of adult books i read as a kid that live in my head as "middle-grade" despite being nothing of the sort (e.g. i read jane eyre in sixth grade and so that's always been a middle school book to me)
honorable mentions, picture books: loved the art in tar beach by faith ringgold, especially the last few pages; fond memories of one monster after another by mercer mayer, which my dad read to my much-older brothers (who were kids in the 70s) and then to me; i was obssessed with whichever richard scarry word book i had, long past when i learned how to read; i remember readings the picture book version of the people could fly by virginia hamilton, illustrated by leo and diane dillon, for the first time pretty distinctly for how young i must've been
honorable mentions, poetry: my dad read poems from the rattle bag, ed. seamus heaney and ted hughes, to me all the time, so it's a children's book to me; i had some random poetry collection that i can picture the cover of but not remember the name of and that featured "the lion and albert", which remains a family favorite poem (my parents are both economists and it is, to them, in part a satire of the ridiculous assumptions economic models make about human behavior)