My favourite childhood book is Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson.
I still have my original copy of it on a bookshelf at home, with its slightly scuffed and worn cover, and my name scrawled in pen on the inside.
I also have a new edition that my wife gave me a few years ago, still inside its wrapping.
My childhood copy has wonderful illustrations, on really smooth and glossy paper, which makes it feel somewhat luxurious.
I remember taking it with me every time my family holidayed in Cornwall; I would re-read it every summer.
I loved the adventure, and would sometimes imagine what I would have done if I were Jim; would I have been as brave as him? No, probably not.
Long John Silver was exciting and intriguing, but also terrifying at the same time.
I now know, of course, just how much this book influenced our notions of what pirates should look like.
I watch my young sons play with their toy pirate ships, and look forward to reading Treasure Island with them when they’re a little bit older, to take them on an adventure on the Hispaniola.
World Book Day is Thursday 1st March.
What was your favourite childhood book? Let me know in the comments below…