I wish someone had steered me towards the Mary Poppins series of books when I was younger. I’m reading them for the first time well into middle-age, and I could have been enjoying them for decades.
Excerpt from Mary Poppins Opens the Door by P.L. Travers, ©1943:
Michael looked at her solemnly.
“Shall we, too, Mary Poppins?” he asked, blurting out the question.
“Shall you, too, what?” she inquired with a sniff.
“Live happily ever afterwards?” he said eagerly.
A smile, half sad, half tender, played faintly around her mouth.
“Perhaps,” she said thoughtfully. “It all depends.”
“What on, Mary Poppins?”
“On you,” she said, quietly, as she carried the crumpets to the fire…