I was wrong. I've got 11 books from childhood (plus three series), 8 from this year (when, from my own admission, I've read a lot of crap) and a top five all-time that realistically could spread into a top fifty if I really wanted to make it do so. Poop, poop, poop. Now I am WAY behind. And I really need a shower.
Okay, quick quick, and I will give reasons a little later...
Top five from childhood (which, by the way, I wish I had separated out into smaller, more manageable age-appropriate groups)
5) Bread and Jam for Frances (series) - Lillian and Russell Hoban
4) From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler - EL Konigsburg
3.) The All-of-a-Kind Family (series) - Sidney Taylor
2.) The Westing Game - Ellen Raskin
1.) Danny, The Champion of the World (with its original illustrations, none of this Quentin Ellis crap)
Shout-outs to:
What If They Knew? - Patricia Hermes
Trixie Belden series - Carolyn Keene/Kathlryn Kenny
A Cricket in Times Square - George Selden
The Burg-O-Rama Man - Stephen Tchudi
The Hundred Dresses - Eleanor Estes
Island of the Blue Dolphins - Scott O'Dell
Where the Sidewalk Ends - Shel Silverstein
Lisa and the Grompet - Patricia Coombs
The Trumpet of the Swan - EB White
Gaaaaaaaaaaaahh! SO behind!!!
It's Quentin Blake, not Quentin Ellis.
Same difference. He still sucks. Hmm. Who the heck is Quentin Ellis then??