It’s Election Day, but this is a blog post gleefully free of politics. Unless you think reading is political.
We celebrated a milestone this weekend: Jack got his first library card.
He would not sit still long enough for me to get a picture.
I can’t remember how old I was when I had my first one, but I do remember checking books out and losing myself for what felt like hours in the stacks of the children’s area. I know I’ve mentioned this before, but I checked out the same book of Edna St. Vincent Millay poetry over and over. (Aside: The biography of her, “Savage Beauty,” was incredible. NY Times review here.)
We take our kids to the library a lot — every two weeks or so. I let them throw whatever books they want into the plastic basket, until it’s full, and then we leave. We’ve discovered some great books that way, and some less-than-great ones. I keep meaning to start a list of all the books we’ve read, so Jack and Viv can keep count.
I so hope I raise bookworms. I want them to love reading as much as I do — and I love it as much, more, than I love running. More than I love apple pie and Diet Coke. That’s a lot, baby.
Their nightstands look like mine — tipping over with books.
Jack picked out a stack of books, and then requested one on T. Rex, so we found a special dinosaur section and got one. I also let him take out two DVDs, which is a fun treat. One is a telling of “Harry and the Dirty Dog,” which is very sweet. We’ve read the book, so it’s fun to watch the book. He also got a Muppet Christmas movie, which we haven’t watched. I think it’s a bit too old for him, but I couldn’t convince him otherwise in the library. He’s pretty persuasive.
As for me, I am reading “Girlchild” by Tupelo Hassman.
Author website here, and book review here. I totally picked it based on the cover. I am so lame. And then the author blurbs on the back were from authors and books I really loved, including Heather O’Neill, who wrote “Lullabies for Little Criminals.” It’s a great book.
And a blurb by Bonnie Jo Campbell, who wrote “American Salvage.” Which when I just looked up, realized was not the book I thought. I was thinking of “American Rust,” which was great. I guess now I’ll put the Campbell book on my neverending list. I am forever confusing books. It’s embarrassing.
Happy reading. To Jack, too. Who said, “I couldn’t have a library card because I was 3. But I’m 4 now.”
Right, buddy. Old enough.