Books are an incredibly formative part of all of our lives.
The books we read as children stick with us forever – many of us can remember trying telekinesis after reading Matilda, imagining living on our own in the wilderness after reading Hatchet or My Side of the Mountain, searching the backs of closets for a door to Narnia after reading The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, or dreaming of escaping into the Met after From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.
But what is the first book you remember reading? Not being read to you, but actually reading yourself?
For me it’s The Little Engine That Could. What about you?
Hop on Pop, Dr Seus. Or was it Are You My Mother? Always Seus
The Tiny, Tawny Kitten. The Saggy, Baggy Elephant. Both by Golden Books. Both about growing into yourself.
THE VELVETEEN RABBIT, although I'm certain my parents had also read it to me before. I became very scared for my toys, especially if I had a cold. I'm only glad I had already had the chicken pox by that point!
Dick and Jane. My uncle was the principal at an elementary school and he gave us an entire set of readers that were being discarded. I was crazy in love with Baby Sally and that cool little pedal car she had. I read those books for years.
A Wrinkle in Time.
It's the first book that I really LOVED. Still remember wrapping my mind around the concept of the title. I was fascinated!
Two books stand out the most, though I don't remember if they were actually the very first that I read. One was a fabulously illustrated collection of Japanese folk tales. I forget the name of the collection, but those tales appear in the Mukashibanaski Library. The ones I remember best are "The Gratitude of the Samebito" and "The Boy Who Drew Cats". The other "first book" I remember is my favorite from Dr. Seuss, On Beyond Zebra.
It was a Little Golden book called Nancy plays Nurse. Loved that book…
Spot! The first one. I was so shocked and excited when those letters and words finally made sense, I couldn't wait to get home and read it to my mom. And it hit me so suddenly, too – like someone had flipped a switch in my brain. I can still feel it in my hands, and see the pages…
Thanks for the happy reminder!
Where the Wild Things Are (the only bookstore book my mother ever gave me), Fletcher Hatches an Egg (a dog "hatches" himself to compete with cute chicks), The Carousel (where horses come to life, leap off the carousel, and take two sisters on a New York adventure), The ??? Boys to the Rescue (woodland animals rescue an oh-so-very-hungry baby bear's mama from the circus), and Dick & Jane (oops… I just dated myself!).
Harold and the Purple Crayon
Two books I first loved and read –Frederick by Leo Lionni and Crictor by Tomi Ungerer
Little Toot and/or Big Max. I read both many times.
The Cat in the Hat. The rhymes sounded like magic and I wanted to learn to read the magic by myself.
I had an enormous library of children's books already accumulated at birth, since I'm the youngest of six and my mom really appreciated the value of books and saved them all from each of my siblings. The earliest ones that I can remember having an impact on me are the Barbar the Elephant books. I adored them. My mom got me a stuffed elephant with a pink bow that I named Flora after Barbar's daughter. She's the only toy from childhood I still have.
The Giving Tree by Shell Silverstien. 🙂
"I knew an old lady who swallowed a fly, I don't know why she swallowed a fly perhaps she'll die." wow, how morbid…I remember this book as one I'd check out from the school's library all the time. I think I made my mom read it to me first until I could read it for myself. Then the rest was history… Grimm's fairy tales and anything I could get my hands on. 🙂
Grover's Alphabet.
Boom!
I don't remember the exact title, but it was in pre-school. Something about the moon and a rocking chair, but I don't know if I was actually reading it or if I had just memorized it.
I remember reading an abridged version of "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" – the Romanian edition. Strangely enough, it is the book I kept rereading later on in life, to the point where I even used it (alongside "Through the Looking Glass") in my MA thesis…
My mother read to me Peter Rabbit & other Beatrix Potter. Also a lot of A.A. Milne. Not just Pooh, but also Milne's poems (which I liked better.)
My favorite that she read to me–and still a fave–was Alice in Wonderland/Through the Looking Glass. Confirmation that grown-ups act irrationally, not just as individuals but in their institutions.
Word verification is mysten. A beautiful word. Should be English. Meaning: moisten, but by means of a mist. Perfect for fairy tales & fantasy novels.
I was a sucker for Brer Rabbit. The very idea of a talking rabbit outwitting all those naughty talking foxes and bears and wolves made me laugh out loud and clap my hands with glee. Why, on a good day, I even peed my pants.
"The Water-Babies" by Charles Kingsley, a great British classic.
The Sun is Up. It was the first book I was able to read in first grade. It felt like magic. I went on to read over 300 books that year!
Actually, I remember, and still have it, the first book read to me by my step-soon-to-be-adoptive mom. Black Beauty. I was a little young for it maybe, but I loved that book. My brother received Grimms Fairy Tales and I have that book as well. Two of the few things I have from early childhood and they're precious to me.
I have a very vivid memory from when I was 3-4; I was sitting in the living room with a book, and I kept shouting to my mom, who was in the kitchen, "what's the letter that looks like…"
The first book I remember reading completely on my own was the children's bible that was given to my sister for her christening.
The Berenstain Bears and the Spooky Old Tree, followed by Bears in the Night. These simple, repetitive stories are great for a beginning reader and the pictures are almost scary which makes them exciting.
NMC
I have a very specific memory of being so proud that I was reading Green Eggs and Ham all by myself that I walked around the house performing it for everyone. But I secretly wasn't sure if I was truly reading, or of I had just memorized all the words. I was a weird, introspective little kid.
Big Dog Little Dog
Hey, same here! That was my favorite book until I was about seven. I still have it somewhere, I think…
"Danny and the Dinosaur"
There may have been readers that I was helped through, but the one that clearly stands out in my mind is this one. I remember thinking that I had to read every printed word to have read the entire book! (the title page, publishers, the spine!)
I read it over and over and over to my little brothers, too! And then came "Sammy the Seal"…
Thanks for asking! I just noticed that I haven't stopped smiling since I read the question!
I have to say, my strong memories of reading aren't the first books I read, I know–because my reading memories are all tied to the "new house," where we moved when I was nine. And I was reading before that. BUT…what I do have is those books that are on my shelf today because I came across them in a bookstore and went into an immediate flashback of the story and/or the pictures–even if I can't remember the actual act of reading them. A few of those are: THE LITTLE HOUSE (Virginia Lee Burton), "I CAN'T" SAID THE ANT (Polly Cameron), and IN THE FOREST (Marie Hall Ets). Fun post!
I'm pretty sure it was 'The Giant Jam Sandwich', by Janet Burroway, illustrated by John Vernon Lord. I still remember the pictures of the villagers with the enormous slice of bread. Good times.
Bears on Wheels
Can't remember first book but first book that stands out was biography written for children about Louise May Alcott . There was a whole series of these biographies at the library and I read them all. The librarian would tease me about reading only biographies.
PD Eastman's 'Are You My Mother.' I still want to tell that little bird, 'C'mon, how can a steam shovel be your mother…!'
I think there may have been other books before this (I started reading early), but the one I remember was "The Snark Out Boys and The Avocado of Death!" by Danial Pinkwater. I remember that was one of the first things I read for the Book-It program, where if you read a book in a week you got a whole personal pizza from Pizza Hut.
Ferdinand the Bull, by Munro Leaf. I can remember the bed I was lying in, and the crisp white pillowcase. I still love that book.
The Story About Ping, by Marjorie Flack and Kurt Wiese. It was the first book I checked out with my own (children's) library card. My Dad helped me pick it out.
The Story About Ping, by Marjorie Flack and Kurt Wiese. It was the first book I checked out with my own (children's) library card. My Dad helped me pick it out.
I was always reading as a child. I even read the books my mom picked out for me, and we were always at the library.
So I don't remember ONE book … I remember a slew of books that stick out in my memory. A Sesame Street book on sign language, a book on volcanoes, all the Nancy Drew books, Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH, and the Anne Of Green Gables series.
I can't remember not being able to read so I've no idea what I first read but I clearly recall sobbing over "Where the Red Fern Grows" and LOVING the Black Stallion but no idea how old I was at the time.
i cannot remember my first book and im not even a child yet…i cant remember the first i read on my own(maybe if i csn dig up reading diary from infants i might find out)but i remember my mum reading me sheltie books…
I started reading at 2, newspapers & magazines. I'll never forget my first book, my sister's "Our Hearts Were Young and Gay", by Cornelia Otis Skinner. At 77, I can still feel emotions from recalling scenes. TV wasn't invented 'til I was 11, so it was constant books since then…