And even though page 6 blew away at the beach, page 10 got dipped in the bath, and your dog ate page 4, you remember all my words. The sparkle rubbed off my cover, my spine is bent and bowed, and my last page is holding on by a single thread, but you still read me every day.
Because I'm your favourite book.
A beautiful celebration of the magic of books, and a reminder of how the books we read as children stay with us forever.
