Pamela Neckpain said...
My dad used to read me Ricki Ticki Tavi from a real Rudyard Kipling book with Mowgli
on the cover.
Oh, it scared me! I loved the big words.
OMG! I am not sure if this is the same book I was thinking of.....but I still remember the chant he did...
Ricki ticki tembo, no sorembo, cherry berry rootcheck, pip berry pembo....
Of course, I don't know if this is spelled correctly, but you get the idea.
other favorites around the age of 10-12 were the VC Andrews books, Flowers in the Attic, Petals in the Wind, etc.
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