Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?

The only thing I can remember about my childhood reading is the name of two books. Surely I read more; however, their titles escape me presently.

Encyclopedia Brown – Boy Detective (1963)

Though I can’t read anything significant about the book, I can remember my friends and me running around trying to solve mysteries. We had little notebooks filled with ciphers and observations. It was all quite innocent, really, perhaps a little comical even.

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The Westing Game (1978)

I can’t recall whether or not I ever finished reading this book, but I remember enjoying the experience. Recently, I considered rereading the book to satisfy the gap in my memory. I’ve been thinking of revisiting some books from the past. I wonder if they will have the same effect they previously had.