A Child called It, The Lost Boy, A man named Dave
There a loads of books that had an impact on my life but I'll start with this one.

A harrowing tale if I ever I read one. I picked up a hardback copy of the Dave Pelzer trilogy from a shop in Melbourne. I started to read it on the train back to Frankston and had already shed a little tear by the end of the 1st chapter. This book inspired me to be the best father that I could possibly be, to care for my son as best as I could and protect him from anything. I love my boy - he's the best thing that ever happened to me (as well as meeting mrs spikeypickle).

The final book, A man named Dave, made me realise that no matter how shit life might be at times, with a bit of effort, determination and the right people around you, anything could be overcome.

I consider myself very lucky to have parents who treated me right, are still married after 30years,are still madly in love (they hold hands walking down the street!) and did everything possible for myself and my sister. They still do and have extended their love to their grandchildren - my laddy and my 2 nephews.

Dave Pelzers tale changed my life by making me realise just how lucky I am to have such a wonderful family

As a little afterthought, I actually read this before Noah was born but still think of this book whenever I look into his little brown eyes, kiss his little chubby cheeks and nibble his little chubby arms.
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Thu 15 May 2008, 16:52, 1 reply)

I cried too
sobbed myself to sleep - but he grew up and was not a statistic
(whiskas loved by 8 out of 10 cats, Tue 20 May 2008, 10:44, closed)