Written and illustrated by Syd Hoff (1958)
This was the first book I read by myself. (I don’t count the ones I “read” but had really just memorized.) I was in kindergarten, and we were learning to pronounce the letter sounds. I guess I’d proven myself, because my teacher said I could take Danny and the Dinosaur and go off and read it alone instead of pronouncing letter sounds with the group. It’s possible that half a dozen other kids were also sent off with I Can Read books, but memory is myopic, and I don’t recall anyone else being chosen. Not exactly sword-in-the-stone stuff, but for me it was close. I had been deemed worthy, set apart. I might as well have been sitting atop the dinosaur beside Danny. I Could Read.