So real so beautiful so rightly royal! There they are, snugly enrobed in a peacocks array of colors: apricot, cerulean, deepest mauve. Run your hands over the nubbled cloth, tingle to the strong backbone of the spine, caress the rough edges of the pages with the tips of your fingers. Ah! Are you ready? Hold them in your hands, they are mine but please oh please oh please make them yours. Deep breath! Time to turn the pages….
The Nutshell Library by Maurice Sendak
All dressed up and a visit to the Hudson’s Department Store bookstore. A whole stack of them pyramided to the sky! One little box plucked from the top. And tucked inside?
Alligators All Around
One Was Johnny
Chicken Soup With Rice
Four small books for one small person? There they were, tightly packed into a case all their own. The drawings dance across the pages, the words fly!
In March the wind blows down the door,
and knocks my soup upon the floor,
Blowing, chicken soup with rice.
from Chicken Soup with Rice by Maurice Sendak
I can hold them in my hands but my eyes fly across the pages my heart soars!
I can read.
The Quarreling Book by Charlotte Zolotow
“No fighting, no biting”, said Else Homelund Minerick, but shamefacedly my sisters and I did both. Bad moods were as contagious as flu, traveling sneeze to sneeze. But in The Quarreling Book the bounce back of joy could spread just as fast! I was learning.
The Hundred Dresses by Eleanor Estes, illustrated by Louis Slobodkin
I have never been the same after reading this book. I have never forgotten it. But that, of course, was exactly the point.
The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Graham
A cold rainy day in my messy, book-crammed room. I am sixteen—pretentious, insecure, intellectually snobbish and oh so full of myself. Oh a whim I pluck the book from my shelf. It’s been there ponderous and unread for years. But I turn the page and a world I didn’t know I needed, one of warmth, of gentleness, of friendship, of kindness, blossoms before me. I thaw. It remains for me forever and always open book.
The Art of Eating by M.F.K. Fisher
Can you savor? Can you revel? Can you see? Can you feel?
To truly tell a story one doesn’t necessarily have to turn oneself inside out. Can you delicately stir acute awareness with experience? In other words, to taste.
Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
A chance to see the world as it was through the kaleidoscope of decades past. The Swan, The Time Machine, Statues! Is it possible that in remembering ourselves we create ourselves anew.?
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
What kind of inner lives simmer and boil beneath the surface of each of us? And if none of us are who we appear to be, how can we connect with each other? Or can we?
Northern Farm by Henry Boston
See and sense the world around you. Find joy in the simple pleasures. Choose your words with the precision of Vermeer, let the rhythms of life flow like a Mozart concerto. More than anything, live and appreciate the sheer beauty of the world around us.
These are a few of my best beloved books. With care I move from one to the other to discover the treasure map of my whole life, of who I am and why I am. Each book, each dot on my map stays with me always, deepening and mellowing with the patina of time.
Come and read!