No, not yours per se. Not as such. As in, what’s on your bedside table; what do you read before turning out the light. No. A recent twitter conversation with – among others – @anniephoto, @Mrs_Rev, @mumstheboss, @adventuretogs and @tiddlyompompom set in train one of those discussions you don’t really consider (well, I didn’t) until it suddenly becomes the most immediate and interesting and inevitable topic ever to have crossed your mind.
In this case, the subject for cogitation was favourite bedtime stories to read aloud. Not even, necessarily, those we admire or enjoy for the quality of writing or the story or the literary merit. Not even, especially, those that appeal because of the magic of our own childhood memories.(This latter can, in fact, have the opposite effect. I have very fond memories of having the Beatrix Potter books read to me as a child, but was rather disappointed when I started reading them to Charlie.)
Anyway, books with gruesome twists, grotesque characters, grimly fascinating settings and all the gory details. Who else, of course, but the late, great Roald Dahl? For entertainment, for fun, and for the chance to give full reign to my inner Thespian, I can’t beat The Twits. I’m delighted Charlie’s now old enough to appreciate Roald Dahl. And even more pleased that it gives me a chance to do all the voices all over again.
In fact, I’m thinking of hiring myself out. Or making a story tape. I could probably do The Twits from memory. YouTube clips to follow, I promise. In the meantime, though, I’d like to know what you love reading to your children?