One of the more lasting visual memories I have of my early childhood was my bookcase stuffed with Little Golden Books and Dr. Seuss pieces. I remember the sense of - what? - completion, I suppose, upon finishing reading one of these books yet another time.
When I began to graduate to comic books and primary-school textbooks I rarely had the same feelings.
I suppose that's an age-dependent thing, that young children need that closure in their world and are not interested in going beyond their comfort zones as an older child would be ...