What books did your parents read to you?

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Mr men books

oh also The Magic Faraway Tree - I adored that with Moonface and Silky

All sorts, from fairy tales, nursery rhymes, whatever they had, so even some of thevannuals my mum had as a child. Very early on we choose our own books from the library, both school and local authority, as well as a regular weekly comic. Always had books and still surrounded by them at home now.

I don't remember being read to at all.

I remember having the basic educational books before I started school- Peter and Jane (?) and my brother and I was both good at reading but no memory of being read to.

The Narnia books. I still think they are superb. Lewis is a vastly better writer than J. K. Rowling, both in style and imagination. I have to confess that I re-read them every Autumn.

I was read Alice in Wonderland (which I disliked, and still do – too sinister and creepy, though very well written) and also The Wind in the Willows, which is beautiful.

Roald Dahl was my favourite (preferably unedited by the woke secret police).

My mother would read to/with us when we were tiny. Apparently, we were big fans of Peepo, Spot and the Puddle Lane books.

I think that she probably stopped reading to us when my brother's loathing of books appeared, and I would read the books before she'd had a chance to sit down and open them herself!

none

I guess this is horribly pathetic, but although I knew that my parents read to me, I not only have no recollection of any book, but don't even have a memory of the incidence of their reading to me.

None. Thankfully there were lots of libraries back then.

My dad read Tom Sawyer to me. He reread it when I was in my early teens when I was stressed out about school and social issues, which was such a kind thought from a man with (usually) homeopathic levels of empathy!

I can still see the book and him perched on the desk of my cabin bed, telling me he thought it was one of the two best openings to a book (the other was an Alistair Maclean that he lent me). And it opened up deep conversations about some of the issues in the book.

If he was still alive I’d text him now to say thank you.

None as my parents didn't care about things like that.

I have very clear memories of my dad reading his old copy of The Water Babies to us at Grandad's. And I also remember being ill and having Mary Plain books read to me. This would have been late 60's.

Feeling really sad for the people posting on here who were not read to. Sharing a book is such a lovely parent and child activity; calming and caring.

@Beachtastic we got read Hiawatha too but it was this version that has nice illustrations.

My dad loved reading us Milly Molly Mandy - re reading now very dull but maybe chosen for soporific properties.

Susan Cooper's 'Over Sea Under Stone' series was a favourite.

@Taytotots I loved Milly Molly Mandy!

None!

Lots, but the ones I really remember are classics like Winnie the Pooh and Kipling's Just So stories, then more recent (at the time - I was a child of the 1970s) ones like the Paddington books, Olga da Polga (also by Michael Bond), the My Naughty Little Sister series, Clever Polly and the Stupid Wolf, and The King of the Copper Mountain.

I tried reading the same ones to my children - some they liked, but some already seemed a little dated.

As a really little girl I remember Topsy and Tim, and a book called the Teddy Bear Baker.
Slightly older I remember Dad reading The Boy Next Door by Enid Blyton. Loved it and read it again and again to myself.

I don’t remember my mother ever reading to me, although perhaps she did; I do have a memory of my father reading me something called The Hopeless Farmer which I think was from the library and was a picture book of a Norwegian (?) farmer who couldn’t keep his cow off the grass roof of his turf house - does anyone remember it? Apparently this was the book where I more or less figured out how to read.
I was an early and voracious reader and remember Milly Molly Mandy and My Naughty Little Sister …

This is stirring some old memories…my mother used to read Topsy and Tim books and Burglar Bill, Each Peach Pear Plum, Peepo. Then I think the Worst Witch books. And short story collections, they were called Stories for 5/6/7 year olds. There was a huge book of Grimms Fairy Tales sitting near the bed in the children’s room. We seems to have lots of short story collections, I suppose that made it easy some nights to get finished.

None, that I can remember, we certainly didn't have any books in the house. However, I learned to read very quickly when I started school and my DM took me to the public library every week. I'm still an avid reader

Not my parents but my aunt read to me. I remember the Amelia Jane books, Faraway Tree, The Velveteen Rabbit, Chicken Licken, The Elves and the Shoemaker, Magic Porridge Pot.

Lots of poetry . Robert Louis Stevenson books . Ivanhoe . Worzel Gummage . My first book which I read as a teenager was Wuthering heights . I still love poetry .

Im 66.. had 4 sisters.. before bed.. after our baths and into our pj's with toast n milk my Dad would play us a few records on the old record player instead of reading.
We had Burl Ives animal songs.
Sparky and his magic piano.
Sound of music.
A few others l can't remember.. then it was off to bed with my belly full and the song still in my head. .we were taught to read before starting school and our house was always full of books. My parents loved to read and l have always read from a young age and my sisters too
I used to love Milly Molly Mandy.
Famous five.
The lion the witch and the wardrobe etc

My Mum read The Song of Hiawatha to me , I loved it . Also The Prophet which is beautifully written . I was born 1951 and there were not as many books written specifically for children .

My mum was the only one who read picture books to me when I was little, though I have very fond memories of that. My dad used to read chapter books to my siblings and I all cuddled up in the living room, which was cosy but as they were older the books tended to be over my head and I'd get a bit bored. 'Mistress Masham's Repose' was one, and 'The Box of Delights' which I just found scary and confusing. But I remember enjoying 'Carbonel', Winnie-the-Pooh and Paddington.

I also have fond memories of getting into bed with my sister early on weekends (she was a proper bookworm) and she'd read my 'The Magic Faraway Tree' and later, the light-hearted bits from James Herriot.

I really enjoy reading aloud to children now.

I don't remember ever being read to, but dad had a photographic memory for poetry he had enjoyed as a child and regaled us with Jabberwocky and poems from Strewelpeter and the like. We had heaps of books to read for ourselves.