Now this is a hard one. Most books make me happy. I'm happy to have them, to read them. But one that brings out the happy in me? I thought of a few, but then I started thinking about my childhood. I was a voracious reader. I read everything. I read the back of the cereal box at breakfast, I would read adverts in the store, whatever was there to read. But my favorite books where the books of James Herriot. See I grew up on a dairy farm in Wisconsin (how cliche right) and I wanted to be a vet when I grew up. Reading through the stories of his life as a vet would fill me with joy and laughter. I couldn't even count the number of times I read through this series. I guess he was my hero.