We've recently acquired first editions of four of the Horatio Hornblower books. Hardly great literature, but they have all that a kid needs to develop a love for the pleasures of novels. What fun I had reading them as a kid.
These are only the latest in a series of new acquisitions that have a different flavor for me: I realize that I've started book shopping for my children. Actually, the first books I bought for my children were in 1991, when Jeff Walker and I each bought copies of "The Eleventh Hour" and "Animalia," gorgeously drawn and ingeniously crafted books by Graeme Base, with the express purpose of not only enjoying them for ourselves, but, as we said to each other at the time, "so that our children will have a common language."