Inner Child Weekend, the fourth

Decision, decisions and it's taken me a while to choose my Inner Child reads this month but this is probably exactly what used to happen in the library on a Saturday with four tickets and several thousand  books.
I picked this up
and put it back.
I desperately want to read it again but I think it will inevitably lead to more thinking than Inner Child calls for. Having read Lois Keith's Take Up Thy Bed and Walk Death, Disability and Cure in Classic Fiction for Girls I just know it's going to take me along that route and I don't need any more serious thinking right now.
Frankly I'm up to my eyes in reading death and dying with some of the Orange Long list as it is, plus  new employment is using every bereavement counselling skill that I have ever acquired and suddenly you end up spotting grief and loss every which way you turn. It peppers people's lives in many more ways than the obvious. On that whole subject, you may well find tomorrow's post and my trip out with the Tinker this week quite amusing.
But Inner Child reading weekend is about going out on my bookish roller skates unencumbered by the concerns of my grown-up mind,
 or even flying down the bookish road on Anne Bowman's go-kart (before the doctor's car drove over it and wrecked it...thankfully without us in situ) and scraping my knees horribly along the way would be fine, I can cope with that, but The Secret Garden moment is not now.
Then I picked up this
and thought, no I don't need that either
then this
and thought, stupid, only just getting over the winter.
Eventually I decided I needed light and fluffy kidlit, is there an equivalent?
Books that aren't offering me some covert message beyond just enjoy being a child?
I hope I've found them and now I can't wait because I am struggling so much with A Mercy by Toni Morrison I think I just need to rest it and return to it refreshed and rejuvenated on Monday.
So here are my choices
 

Worzel and Pippi, and may the scruffiest one win and my thanks to LizzyBee for sending that Bookcrossing Pippi, I promise to move her on when I've read her.