When I was little, I had a book entitled, “The Girl with Two Birthdays.” I had a lot of books, but this is one I remember clearly. It was smaller than most, so I couldn’t use it when I built my Little Golden Books towers – structures built like card houses that I would try (unsuccessfully) to reach to the ceiling of my living room before they would collapse. It was worn and pretty ratty-looking. The pictures were old-timey. Maybe it was a hand me down? Nothing about it was aesthetically or structurally pleasing, but I can visualize almost …read more