Thirty Seven Weeks. 8 Sleeps to go…
Today for the first time in a long while i enjoyed some time in a book store.
Most of my life i have been one to pop into the book store for a quiet coffee or a quiet catch up with a friend… For a book that i simply had to get, but never had the time to browse… But today was different.
Today i had time, today there were no friends to distract me, today there was no set purpose… Today i had time to get a coffee and to look around, and today i was taken back to my own childhood memories simply by looking through books.
As i walked through the childrens section, through all the new age books, through the over priced toys, through the displays and through all the colours of the rainbow, i spotted at the corner of my eye a little book that had to be one of my all time favorites as a child.
The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
I HAD to have it for my George.
The little book about a caterpillar… I dont know if there is a moral to the story, i dont know if it is a teaching book, i dont know if there are any real reasons why this is such a good childrens book, but i do know that for me it brought back memories of my childhood with my mother, that the second i saw the book and the overpriced caterpillar toy – I just had to have them for my own child.
I dont know if this book will have memories for my child the way that it did for me, i dont know if any books or toys will have that effect, but i do know that i want to give my little miracle all the inspiration and knowledge that i can – and i think the only way i know how to do this is the same way i was… And maybe even with the same books as i was read…
Such warm feelings… Such wonderful emotions…. All from a colourful little book
The worth of a book is to be measured by what you can carry away from it. James Bryce
