So the madness continues as I type into excel our expansive collection of children's books. Just last week, Jacob and I carefully scoured the Scholastic flyer for the books we thought we needed. He picked dinosaurs and pirates. I picked Charolotte's Web and Stuart Little.
Then, he carried around a crumpled up flyer from something we received in the mail. A collection of Veggie Tales Books. I am an addict when it comes to mail-order books, so with no obligation purchase (ha ha), our Veggie Tales books will start arriving in four to six weeks.
At the Women of Faith conference, I spent $75 on a gorgeous pink bag that declares "Finally Free" to the world. I would not have paid so much for a bag, but this one came with five books that I plan to read and then share liberally!
The bottom line is that I love books, and I want my fellas to love 'em, too!
I remember when I was a little girl and I decided to play library, so I cut and glued pockets from notebook paper and stuck them to every book I owned. What a wacky kid!
I also remember the time I had planned to be a scribe and had set out copying down the entire Bible. It was a lot harder than I thought. I had to be younger than second grade, and I still only had the OLD King James version. I think I made it through the first three chapters of Genesis before I gave up my mission.
2 comments:
I love you, kiddo! You were just the kind of kid I was (many, many years earlier, of course), and I was as rabid about books as you. I still am. In fact, my bookshelves in the basement are a testament to the reading I long to do when I find the time to finally read the books I picked up for myself when I managed W-books. I have YEARS of reading to do, and I, like you, keep adding to my pile of want-to-reads. You keep it up-for your sake and for Jake and Jared's sake-they will love you for the gift of reading.
Just recently, Ian came up to me, tears streaming down his face, and told me he had just finished reading Where the Red Fern Grows, and he told me that the ending has made him so sad. I hugged him tightly, tears threatening to flow myself, and told him that meant he had read a great book-and that he was very lucky to have been swept away by the author. He nodded his head, and smiled, and I knew we had another reader in the family.
Keep up the library!
Anna
I am so with you on reading. Phil hated reading until Harry Potter. Now he reads anything he gets his hands on. I remember reading the "Little House" series until the covers fell off and they were in peices. I am trying to get thru a few books before I head back to collge in the fall. Nice to see your blog and see what is going on in your life.
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