Day 21 – Favorite book from your childhood
I in my youth was all about Richard Scarry. Cars and Trucks and Things That Go. I also loved Don Bluth's Rockadoodle. There is nothing I dislike more than cars, trucks, farms and country-swagger-Elvis-rock-about-sunshine. Reality is poor with these things. Scarry and Bluth set the bar too high.
I loved Don Bluth's characters because even the talking animals drank, smoked, gambled, ran away to the city to be in show business, got depressed, contemplated suicide, consorted with evil in a less-than-heroic manner, and were really scared of death. From what I'd gleaned from scenes of movies I wasn't allowed to watch and my own fear of mortality that I was confronted with upon seeing a commercial for a touring production of Cats coming to the Poconos, I was comforted by knowing that even though that major animation conglomerate was deluding everybody, Don Bluth and I know the truth.
Also: I Spy books. I remember them being super voyeuristic.