Recently I went to a yard sale atop a great big hill. They had shelves of books that looked like they had dragged them straight from the living room (read dust covered). It was an eclectic assortment with books about shed building right next to Charlotte’s Web.
As I browsed through all the titles with my head crooked sideways the woman was going on about how her daughter loves buying used books and they just have no more room….blah blah blah. Like I haven’t heard that lecture before!
After finding this one all the other books seemed dim in comparison.
Louisa May Alcott + Tasha Tudor? Isn’t that perfection?
As I was paying the woman’s daughter came outside -- she was a teenager! I thought for sure she was an awkward middle-aged woman such as myself. I love people that love books. She has a lifetime of learning ahead of her and no doubt she will reflect on those books in her driveway throughout her life. Seeing books from my youth instantly brings me back to my closet in the corner with the bookcase I would arrange and rearrange.
After I dusted the book off I placed in the honorable spot on my nightstand. It’s waiting for me to finish Oliver Wiswell, I’m finally almost done with that darn book. Which I love and read every single darn day but can’t seem to reach the darn end.
What are your most remembered childhood books?
I hope you are enjoying these fair weather September days!