Chinese Kung-fu movies always feature some sort of Kung-fu manual which teach the reader insane martial arts in a very short amount of time. I wouldn’t mind reading one of thes and learning how to leap effortlessly across rooftops and tree branches.
And the Necronomicon, because nothing bad could possibly come out of reading that
The story that Lucy reads in the magician’s book in Voyage of the Dawn Treader, the one that is the nicest story she ever read, but when she is finished she can’t remember it, nor can she turn the pages back.
I’m sure that’s supposed to be a symbol for some religious experience, but I’m thinking of it in a more literal way, like “Man, that was a GOOD story!”
Most of the good ones have been taken, so I’ll help myself to Dream’s library, if nobody minds.
I’ll tote along a copy of The Monster Book of Monsters, The Joye of Snackes, Neil Nosepicker’s Book of 50,000 Insults, and Hamster Huey and the Gooey Kablooie.