Note on a Bookfession: Children's Books & Why I Buy Them

I definitely think about this far more often than I should.

Okay, confession time:

     If I happen to stumble upon a particularly lovely copy of a book I adore, I feel almost obligated to take it home with me, cherish it, and then keep it in pristine condition so I can then pass it down to my children and my children’s children. I also like buying wonderfully illustrated, well-written, and imaginative children’s books for this same purpose. I just can’t help but imagine myself one of these far off days, sitting on some threadbare (and it will be threadbare, I care far too much for things that haven’t the slightest chance in ever making me any substantial amount of money, ever) couch somewhere in a cozy little house with a little boy or girl curled up in my lap as I read to them, and so I just can’t help but feel the need to stockpile now so that I can have a treasure trove of wonder to dip into when it comes time to really use it. I just want my children to grow up with books, to learn to treat them as they would very old friends as they go about finding their way through the world with the benefit of a richly fed imagination to keep them company.

     Ridiculous, I know… But with each passing year I seem to come more and more to terms with my persistently romantic, often overly sentimental nature. Nowadays I do my best to take it in stride, buy the darn book if it isn’t too hideously expensive, smile a little as I put it someplace safe and think in my heart, someday.

     Okay, I promise to stop rambling now.

Love you all,

Torey