My grandmother was a Head Start teacher so there were lots of books around.
I used to read Wednesday Witch often, I finally bought it on Amazon.
I loved Maurice Sendak, I bought the DVD with some of my favorites on it.

Now there's a couple of books that I can't recall. One was an African-American book about a girl with an imaginary friend, but I saw it as her having a ghost as a friend. That's how ****ed up I was.
The other was a guy that had kids, two of which were named after Harley-Davidson bikes.
Also, my grandmother had a collection of stories, I can't remember what it was called. It was a long the lines of Encyclopedia Britanica. They're would be several stories in a volume. I'd read Beowulf a lot along with Alice In Wonderland even though they both scared the **** out of me.
One of these days I'm just going to sit in the children's book section and find my youth.
