Monday, February 1, 2010


I finally finished unpacking the kids' books tonight.  No small task, this...we've filled 4 tall shelves full of our accumulated literary treasures.  Mind you, they're not organized yet---just sorted into rudimentary divisions of fiction and non-fiction, novels and picture books.  I did try to group like with like, for the most part--- the Robert Munsch books together,  the Curious Georges, the Annes , the Raggedy Anns..but I never manage to find a way to keep them sorted for long, anyway.
I have a penchant for kiddie lit, and seem to pick up books wherever I go.  I never met a thrift shop I didn't like, and when yard sale season starts there are "new" books to be had at every corner.  My own well-worn copy of Linda Richards: America's First Trained Nurse is in our collection, as is my Fog Magic and Hans Brinker.  There are dozens of volumes on each shelf that I could recite in my sleep (and probably do, for that matter).  There are some that I'd read when I couldn't sleep--the literary equivalent of warm milk.  And there are some that I drop behind the couch when the kids turn their backs ---stupid almost-namesake-Bears!--and pretend that I just can't find them.


  1. Of course I read your post, and I'm wondering whether or not Linda Richards wrote about getting all kinds of "shpilkis in her genechtagazoink." Then I realize that it's Linda Richards, not Linda Richman. I guess that just goes to show you how my mind is working this evening.

  2. Tell me about your bookshelves...(I'm in the market).


Thanks for taking the time to makes me feel a little less like I'm talking to myself again.