Even though I have a TBR pile longer than the cumulative length of all of my limbs and then some, I cannot resist embracing my inner child this weekend. Who needs an excuse to revisit comforting childhood reads? I don't.

I love Children's Literature. I read so many great books as a child that are beloved and were an informative part of my reading. I also enjoy discovering new (and classic) children's books.
Some of my favourites have made it onto my Children's Lit bookshelf above although I am dismayed to notice that Anne of Green Gables isn't there and am annoyed to realise that I have inadvertently left it in my parents' home in Glasgow. Leaving one's packing for a move to London until the last minute and having books everywhere will ensure that one's book packing is haphazard -and often nonsensical- to say the least. Case in point: I have the first two and the last Harry Potter books here and the middle four at home. Sigh. I do, however, have them on audio (read by the wonderful Stephen Fry) and I am listening to Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone as I write.

Due to another moving oversight a few years ago (not mine this time) most of my books from childhood were left in a huge box in the attic so I have desperately tried to replace the ones that are most sentimental to me. Borders 20% student discount days whilst I was at University were mainly spent in the Children's department.

This weekend is forecast to be fairly miserable and we have no plans other than the weekly grocery shop at Sainsbury's and watching the F1 in Turkey so I think spending it curled up with a cosy read is an ideal way to spend the remainder. Besides, I feel the need for some heartwarming comfort and escapism in childhood innocence. I plan to listen to the remainder of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone and read What Katy Did by Susan Coolidge and then possibly its sequels or Roald Dahl's Matilda.

What are your childhood favourites? What makes you embrace or become nostalgic for your inner child?