Yesterday I visited my young friend, Kyli, in the hospital. I wanted to bring her something other than a stuffed animal. Something other than a game. Then it came to me. I would bring her one of my very favorite books. Ever.
I first encountered The Phantom Tollbooth while visiting my friend Lorinda and her son, Tiny E. He had a version of the book in his room, and I picked it up and started reading. I was taken in by the first few chapters, and when I returned home, I went to the local li-berry and checked it out. I finished reading the book and just couldn’t believe how much I loved it.
Its effect has stayed with me, and I’ve given copies to several young friends over the years. But I’ve never bought a copy for myself. I’m not sure why, I just haven’t.
Anyway, when I arrived at the hospital, Kyli was sleeping. I looked out her window, at the “Hollywood” sign and Griffith Observatory, then sat and started reading the first few chapters of The Phantom Tollbooth. A few chapters were all it took to pull me back into “Milo’s” experience. Those few chapters were also all it took to bring happy tears to my eyes. I truly love this book.
If you’ve not read it, please consider doing so. Personally, I think it’s high time I claim my very own copy of The Phantom Tollbooth. Now that I’ve re-read the first few chapters, I simply must go along for the full ride.
As I said, I’ve given this book to quite a few friends. And now I’ve given a copy to Kyli, the Qwirkle Princess. I do hope she enjoys the trip. I know I will.