One of my great pleasures as a grandparent is reading aloud to the visiting children. Not only because this is of the best ways to guide my grand-children to a love of books and learning, but because it leads adults like me to the joy of rediscovering one’s own childhood. Where else but in a book of finely crafted children’s poems from Robert Louis Stevenson or Lewis Carrol can we relive that first wild encounter with words?
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