April 3rd, 2005



It's probably no secret that I love children's books. I love the illustrations and the stories. I love the fantasy, the world-building, the freedom, the problem-solving. I love the evocation of earlier times. I love the imagination that flowers and blossoms and swells out of them.

I can't remember learning to read. I think I've always known how. I've been speed-reading since I was a child as well, and since reading was my primary and favorite source of entertainment, I've read A LOT. I keep good books, and I hunt down books I read as a child so I can add them to my library now. I have a tall bookshelf stuffed full of children's and young adult books that, even though it's placed at the entrance to the playroom, is actually full of MY books.

When we moved to Sweden, the movers made us inventory EVERYTHING in our household. I had to count all my books and was both chagrined and proud to find out I had over 1500. We've been here 8 years now, and that number has been steadily climbing, mostly thanks to the wonderful efforts of my mom who has kept me in a steady supply of English books in a country where books have been both astronomically expensive and highly taxed for years.

Yesterday was International Children's Book Day, celebrated on the anniversary of Hans Christian Andersen's birth. My kids and I are reading The Trumpet of the Swan by E.B. White, which if you haven't managed to read it along with his other beloved classics Charlotte's Web, and Stuart Little, I can highly recommend. Introducing my children to books I love and re-read as an adult is one of the best things about having children in the first place.

I guess this is sort of a meme since ozswede did it first. :) These lists are vastly truncated, as otherwise they would each be about a mile long.

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