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Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?

Darling, of course I do — the same way you remember your first slow dance, your first heartbreak, or the first time you ever wore sequins in daylight and thought, “Yes, this is me.”

My favorite book? Charlotte’s Web.

I must have read it a dozen times. And each time, I cried like it was the first. Not over the spider — though yes, Charlotte was a queen in eight heels — but over the softness, the stillness, the idea that words could make someone feel seen. That a pig could be “some pig,” not because he won blue ribbons, but because someone believed he was worth saving.

That book taught me what friendship looked like — the quiet, faithful kind. It taught me that words, when chosen carefully, could weave magic. And it made me want to write things that mattered. Things that made people feel held.

I used to read it under the covers with a flashlight. Then I’d close the book and imagine my own barn full of talking animals who understood me better than classmates ever could. That book never judged me. It whispered back when the world felt too loud.

Even now, when I see it on a shelf, I don’t just see a children’s book. I see the first time I ever felt understood by a page.

We outgrow clothes, we outgrow shoes… but we never outgrow the first story that made us feel like we belonged.

So yes — Charlotte’s Web was the first book that ever loved me back.
And in some small way, I think it made me who I am.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋

Your Turn, Darling:
Do you remember your favourite book from childhood?
Tell me in the comments — I want to know what story first held your heart. Let’s start a little book club right here in the replies. 💖