Poem about reading

The lines of a poem have been stuck in my head today. This isn't some great work of poetry, it's just a 4-line stanza that is written in my preschool yearbook (if you can call it that - it was preschool after all).

This is the poem:

A story is a special thing
The ones that I have read
They do not stay inside the books
They stay inside my head.

I find it interesting that I first was exposed to those lines way back in preschool, but that I still remember them, and the idea still applies to my life. I still love reading (non-fiction mostly, but some fiction is tolerable) - and the best books are ones that wind up staying inside my head, not just on the pages.

I've been considering books lately that might offer me an intellectual challenge or inspire me in deeper thinking. We'll see where that goes.