Invalid Books

or, "What I Read When I Was Home With The Flu". I redirected from my usual fantasy for a change. And... an armload of books. I didn't have these as a kid, and so missed the repeated fun of discovering new allusions and puns as one learns more and more classical (and modern!) history and literature. (The Wikipedia article is enlightening reading in this regard.) I suppose you have to be nine or ten to read them at all, by which point you've probably picked up a few things to twig to. They're great silliness at any level.