When I was little, 1970ish, we had a volume I remember calling just “the big red book.” It was maybe, in my child-scaled memory, 2” thick and maybe 9″x12” or a bit smaller tall and wide. I never saw a paper cover for it, I remember it as plain red cloth bound.
Inside were short stories and poems, a fair bit of Ogden Nash (including Eletelephony and Custard the Dragon and The Panther, at least), some Kipling, and I don’t even remember what else. I don’t remember it all, just that it was my go-to book for sitting down to read things I’d read a thousand times before and still loved.
But I can’t remember enough about it to get a new one for my 2016 family.
Do you know what book I’m talking about? Or what else might be almost as good?