I have very happy memories of my father reading to me and my younger sister in the latter stages of mum's pregnancy with daughter 2. The baby was born not long after Christmas, and mum must have been tired, so dad did the bedtime story. We usually had Enid Blyton, The Bobbsy Twins, or a fairy story, but dad introduced Dickens, and read his own illustrated copy of a Christmas Carol every evening for what seemed like forever. I have that book amongst my treasures.
I read to my children, and we enjoyed Enid Blyton, Meg the Witch, all the Alfie books, the Dhal stories, The Nania books, Clever Polly and the Stupid Wolf, Pippi long stocking, and many more. The children went on to love the Jacqueline Wilson books as they began reading to themselves at bed time. Books, and reading to children, what a glory.