Growing up, I was fortunate to be surrounded by books. I can still remember the incredible feeling of losing myself in a book, traveling to a new place, another time, and inviting wonderful characters into my head.
Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss (Random House, 1960) is a classic, and one of the few Dr. Seuss stories that don’t annoy me with the constant repetition and weird words. I think my mother insisted I read this because I wouldn’t try new foods. She hoped I would at least take a bite, and maybe discover I actually liked whatever it was.
Not sure if it worked, but I remember enjoying this story. I can’t remember where I picked up this book, I don’t think it’s my childhood original.