I have a confession to make. I still enjoy reading Little Miss and Mr Men books. You could say they are my guilty please.
In fact, whilst I was recently in London to meet and speak with HM the Queen, at the end of my visit, I bought one Mr Men book and two Little Miss books. Okay, confession number two, I still collect them.
I just couldn’t resist buying this Little Miss Princess book, as I thought it was very apt considering I met HM the Queen.
So what do I do with all these books? Do I buy them, read them and store them, never to be read again? Wrong. Confession number three. I read them time and time again because I thorougly enjoy them for the follow reasons:
I love the short adventures the characters get up to.
The stories make me laugh.
They make me feel relaxed and calm.
They are light reading before going to bed with nothing particularly scary in them. Although Little Miss Scary and Mr Jelly would probably disagree.
I love the twists, irony or juxtapositon of elements of the stories.
They ease my physical pain by taking my mind off it.
They are fun.
The books are genius, as there is at least one character for everyone to relate to at some point in their life.
They have a good moral to each story. Based on bad being overcome by good but expressed in different ways.
The characters are easy to understand. Any reader can empathise with them very early on in the story.
The illustrations are colourful and simple. Great to look at.
They are great inspiration for anyone who wants to write children’s picture books. That includes me.
Reading them makes me feel good.
Although I have a serious business side to my personality and enjoy writing how to/business books. I also love to write rhyming pictures books for 3-5 years, as I also have a fun, kid-like side to my personality. Both are very different genres but that’s what being quirky is all about.
What’s you guilty reading pleasure? Dare you confess to it?