First let me say, though while not a Luddite per se, reading books electronically is anathema to me, and children’s books in particular. Who among us hasn’t gone back to books we read or had read to us as children, to revel in the stories, words and pictures, and had wonderful memories flood back? And then as adults wanting to share those same stories with the children in our lives? Gulliver’s Travels, The Wind in the Willows, The Tale of Peter Rabbit, and SO many more. A Child of Books brings that to bear in an evocative way.
She comes from “a world of stories” and as you follow along, she takes you on a journey through her imagination. When she floats on waves, the waves themselves are words from adventure stories, the titles in bold. The sidewalk she walks is words, the mountains she climbs are formed of words; my favorite are the branches of the trees which are sentences and titles of books, complete with tiny green leaves, the trunks themselves books on edge. As Jeffers so beautifully writes, our world is made from stories. Books allow us to use our imagination and anyone can do so. The very last page puts a fine point on it in just one sentence, but I won’t tell you what it is! Really, this is SUCH a special book for those who love books and know their potential to inspire and enrich young minds. It’s truly a love story about children and reading. Don’t pass it by!
–Sue, Paulina Springs, Sisters, OR