Ah, childhood memories,
prompted by The.Book.Chat at Sweet Green Tangerine.
This week she asked for our favorite books from childhood and adolescence. Hmm, time to divulge a little insight to my life. I wasn’t much of a reader as a child. Blame it on what you will- The fact is, I cannot recall a single time my mother ever just sitting and reading to me as a child. Surely she did. She had to? I do, however, remember my dad reading me some of J.R.R Tolkien's The Hobbit. Once. It was thrilling. As for myself, though, I didn’t care much for sitting still and exploring the life inside books. If a teacher did not require it, I did not read it. This went on throughout High School.
Hindsight, this makes me sad. Very sad. As a result, I read to my kids often. I want them to have a passion that I never had as a child. I want them to get lost in the magical words of wonder.
As always, I want to give them the world. So this post is not about my favorite childhood book, instead it is about the things that I hope my kids remember when they are grown.
The daughter and I went in search of a thrifty bookstore I had heard about. We found it. It was amazing!
Coincidentally, without even looking to see what Jessica’s chat topic was for this week, I picked up a few classics & they seem to fit in perfectly. Two of which I am particularly excited to add to her bookshelf and start reading to her.
They are all four vintage and beautiful; smelling like an old library. *Heaven*
o Heidi, Johanna Spyri
o Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
o Bedknob and Broomstick, Mary Norton
How gorgeous are these?!
So Random, but old Abe's face kind freaks me out a bit.
I keep imagining flowers & paisleys on it like a sugar skull...