I won't make a post, because @theironfelix touched very closely on what I wanted to say. Redundancy is a waste of time and effort. But here I will briefly describe my favorite book. It is a favorite mostly because of the circumstances in which I experienced it. That book was Bre'er Rabbit, which I did not read. It was read to me. This was the charm.
The story of Br'er Rabbit was originally contained in a book of tales compiled by Joel Chandler Harris. The compilation was called Uncle Remus Stories and was published in 1881.
I don't know where my mother got the book--there weren't many in the house. And I don't know which edition she read from. But she would take time out from a very stressful day and create a magic circle. Here we would sit, five of us, enthralled and transported by the rascally escapades of Br'er Rabbit. I can hear her now, mimicking the accent of that wily rabbit as he pleads with Br'er Fox.
This book, and all of Uncle Remus's stories, have come under severe criticism for inherent racism, but these issues were not my concern when I was four. My mother's voice and the magic circle created an indelible impression.
So my book, although I don't know the edition, would be Br'er Rabbit. The magic circle in which it came to life began a lifetime love for books. Thanks, Mom. One more gift from you to me.
A beautiful reply that transcends the book in itself and transports us for a moment in your rich inner world. Thanks for this precious contribution, @agmoore.
Always put in a word for Mom :)