Heidi is one of the books that I remember being the most latched onto. Part of it was because there was the Shirley Temple movie I watched so often, but the book was special to me on its own. I honestly don’t remember the slightest bit about either of them except for the settings and the sleepwalking (something I also suffered from), but the impression is still there.

I happened upon an old copy in a local Little Library. I’m afraid to try to read it for its condition, but it’s one of very few physical books I care about holding onto.