And that is a chair with a panda on it

“Wombats are a law unto themselves.”

Burning for Revenge, John Marsden

The Tomorrow Series

“How can you force me to choose? Picking my favourite books is like picking my favourite student or my favourite child from my family! I just visited my book shelves. Six cupboards, eight shelves, three rooms full of BOOKS. The smell of old, dusty paper. Old familiar spines begging to be read again.
How can I pick between the places they take me to? The times? The cultures? The planets? The beliefs?
How can I decide between King, Koontz, Collins, Pratchett, Gaiman, Goodkind, Austin, Blyton, Hill, Cornwall, Carmody, Cornwell, Smith, Douglas? When I was ten they banned my favourite author, Enid Blyton: I still read her, behind the screens, under desks, as a thrilling snub to authority.
Books take me to places I cannot afford to go - Italy, the Carribean, Hogwarts, Panem, Manderley, Obernewtyn, Rin, Afghanistan. To places I will never see - the Universe (Hitchhikers), Rome (15AD), Gallifrey, Torchwood, Shakespearian England. They allow me to meet new people - Katniss Everdeen, the Grinch, Scrooge, Moby Dick, Elspeth, Harry, Hermione, Darcy, Ron, Dalziel, Pascoe, Sherlock, Rowan.
I cannot go on. I do not have a favourite book. I live to read … I read to live… if you need a picture come to my house, it is built of books.”
— My mum when asked by her school newsletter to choose her favourite book.