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My favourite book when I was a teenager was flowers in the attic , it had such a powerful effect on me , and I will always remember that book with great emotions

My favourite was The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. It was so magical and so well written I felt as if I was there.

I loved Heidi - thought she had a wonderful time!

Watership Down was the book for me. We were given it just before school broke up for the summer holidays, and told that we would be reading it when we went back in September.
I remember being bored one day in the holidays, so i picked it up and started to read.
By the end of the holidays i had read it 6 times. Absolutely loved it.
I still find time to re-read it about once a year now.

Any of The Secret Seven books by Enid Blyton.I really wanted to be one of them and live that life.

As I child I loved (and still do!) The Secret Garden, because it reminds me that our lives are a magical and wonderful gift that we should be thankful for every moment.

Three Men in A Boat by Jerome K Jerome, which I first read when I was 7... and am still reading at least once a year now ! It's essentially a travelogue but laugh out loud funny, and surprisingly moving too.

The advice which begins " Let your Boat of Life Be Light" is a great way to live your life !

I love this book !!

I used to love The House That Sailed Away. So full of adventure, simple but effective.

I loved The Faraway Tree series by Enid Blyton as a child. The idea that there could be an entire world of mystical creatures living alongside us totally intrigued and fascinated me. If I'm totally honest when I hit low points in my life I reach for those books and every time the magic captivates me, strengthens my resolve so I can brush myself off and start again.

As a child around the age of 10, I remember my love of the Roald Dahl books, as they were so engrossing, full of great humour and fantastic illustrations. My favourite has to be 'the Twits'. Mrs Twit tricking her husband into eating worms in spaghetti is etched in my memory forever. Happy Days !

Books were things to be valued in our home. I read everything I could lay my hands on, including my Nan's medical dictionary as that was the only book I could find in her house. Most of my books came via the library but each Christmas and birthday I asked for a book of my own. The one I have kept through goodness knows how many house moves is Black Beauty. Its still here and I still read it now and again, still cry and smile in equal measure.

Black beauty was my all time favourite

As a young child I read all of the Enid Blyton Famous Five books. I loved the fact that the children had all sorts of adventures and never came to any harm.

I used to love oliver twist as I was fascinated by the depiction of the London underworld

Heidi books were my favourite - although I would read and love any/every book I could lay my hands on!

The Silver Chair - C S Lewis. I loved the whole series but this was my favourite one.

The Biggles books. Born in 1944, I was introduced to them by my older brother. From reading the books, I gained a lifelong love of India, where the fictional James Bigglesworth was born; also of travel, adventure and derring-do

Jane Eyre. As a child I identified with the lonely little girl, as a young adult I dreamed of finding my own Mr Rochester.

The Family from One End Street by Eve Garnet. They were such a poor big family who always seemed to get into trouble.I can remember feeling sad that they had so little but still managed to have fun.

A book called Patrick, about a boy whose shipwrecked as a baby and is bought up on an island by lots of different animals until he's 'rescued' and hates being forced to go to school, wear clothes, follow rules etc. Eventually, he manages to return but dies because living with humans has made him soft and he can't withstand the winter

I used to go to riding lessons so it was Black Beauty of course.

Very hard to choose but I think Anne of Green Gables would have it by a whisker- still have my original copy that I can now pass on to my DGD

I remember reading Picnic at Hanging Rock in the 1960s
It left a very unsettled feeling, but I really enjoyed it.
Watching the series on TV recently I had the same reaction.

The Silver Sword by Ian Serallier. I was very ill as a child and the exciting story took me out of myself.

The Milly-Molly-Mandy stories by Joyce Lankester Brisley.
She seemed such an orderly, neat little life compared to mine. The stories were comforting.