The Book Lady
I ALWAYS TOOK for granted the fact that I grew up in a house full of books and that my parents read to my brother and me as children. Jan and Stan Berenstain’s The Bears’ Vacation was a big hit (“Hooray! Hooray! We’re on our way! Our summer vacation starts today!”), and I still have my old copy, tattered and worn around the edges. I also loved Where the Wild Things Are; Winnie-the-Pooh; and Shel Silverstein’s crazy, wonderful poems in Where the Sidewalk Ends. When my brother and I were a little older, my father would read us poetry before bed—by Percy Shelley; Walt Whitman; and his all-time favorite, Rudyard Kipling. Long before The Jungle Book was a $175 million live-action animated feature film for Walt Disney, it was already…