Above is the vintage paperback edition we're reading, the one I read as a child, and its pages are so fragile I don't dare dog-ear them. In fact, some pages are falling out altogether, so I'm a wee bit concerned we may not have the entire book.
The Wizard of Oz is long--236 pages, assuming you actually have every page--and I'm not sure fidgety Boy Wonder can make it through the whole thing. He's becoming a pretty practiced listener, though, so I'm hopeful. Miss M loves The Wizard of Oz and has already read many of its companions--Ozma of Oz, Glinda of Oz, etc.--on her own, but there's something special about reading a book aloud. Although I'm sometimes half-dead with exhaustion when I start reading in the evening, reading aloud to my children never fails to perk me up. This recent NYT article also gives me a kick in the pants.
What are your favorite read-aloud childhood books? I would love to hear about them--leave me a comment!