My parents read to me, but I was so young I didn't really have any favorite. With some of the Golden Books that were out there was some overlap from the time I was a preschooler and the time I had my own preschoolers; but I didn't care in particular about any of those "classics". Once I got past the Dick and Jane books of the earliest reading years (and before I was old enough to start building a little collection of my own books from either the Scholastic Book Club or else from Santa or the public library), there was one book that I kept reading over and over again; and it was big, "adult-looking", hard-cover, version of the story, "Heidi" that had to have come out somewhere around/after the time the movie came out (with Shirley Temple); because even though the book only had - like - one, full-size, black-and-white, photo (from a scene in the movie) every chapter or few chapters; there were otherwise no pictures, and the text was super-small (which made me think the book was more grown-up than any books being offered to children at the time).
It was a book that I was told had been an older cousin's book (and there was a stack of books that I suppose an aunt or cousin passed down to us).
I think it was an unabridged copy (I suppose I could look that up but won't right now); and it was so big and fat that I needed to lay it on a surface in order to read it. So, it offered enough reading time that I could read it a little at a time, eventually get to the end, and then start over. Looking back now.. To me, it was "the ultimate" in children's stories: A story that appealed to children presented in a way that gave them credit for not wanting the book abridged or otherwise "child-ified" (mainly because it was some of the "abridge-able" stuff in the story that made it as interesting a story as it was).
I didn't mind that every so often a whole page would be used up by a photo. There were few enough of those that they didn't interrupt the "reading experience" much at all. :)