As a child, my mother frequently read to my brother and me, especially at night before bed. She always read a story from the Bible Story Book series and any other book we asked her to read. My brother usually selected an animal book while I requested my favorite Golden Book, Oscar the Grouch. She read that book to me so many times that I could quote it page by page. I couldn’t wait until I was able to actually read it for myself.
The long-awaited day arrived when I was in first grade, the year reading “clicked” for me. I was so pleased and amazed to enter this boundless literary world. I became a sponge and the written word my water.
I soon progressed from Golden Books to other forms of literature. The first series that captured my attention was the Mr. Men books. These colorful books deliver morals with bright, quirky characters and without being “preachy.” My absolute favorite was Mr. Nosey. I don’t know if it was his color (thanks to the Hulk, green was my favorite color at that time), the horrible, unbelievable things that happened to his nose, or the fact that I related to him (I was a rather nosey child), but I read his story repeatedly. However, I didn’t limited myself to Mr. Nosey. I read Mr. Happy, Mr. Grouchy, Mr. Tickle, and more. If the library had it, I read it.
When the school district hired me as an elementary teacher, I immediately purchased a copy of Mr. Nosey to share with my students. I used it with second and third graders; and I must confess, I used it once with my seventh grade students to teach plot and to remind them about the consequences of being “nosey.”
There have been several series that I’ve read since the start of my literary years, but the first I recall is the Mr. Men books. If Sean and I are ever blessed with children of our own, I will definitely introduce them to this fabulous series!