I am not a bibliophile. I love reading but I prefer to keep my books at the library for someone else to take care of. I have a few that I treasure or use for reference but I am not a collector. In fact, I don't like holding on to things that lack utility or sentiment and that is how I feel about most books. When my space is cluttered with things, my mind is too and it is an uncomfortable way for me to live.
When it comes to books my husband and I are total opposites. He loves them. The physical object, old and tattered or new and crisp, is a joy to him. His books are like friends that hold memories and the idea that he would part with them is ludicrous.
As you might imagine, we are at odds about his book collection. We are also at odds about our children's books, but in a different way. I love that my girls love books. We probably have a couple hundred and I treasure most of them. I love to watch them read or make up stories from the pictures. My heart swells when they make reference to something we've read in a story. The idea that we would live in a house without books in my kids' rooms is just sad to me.
That doesn't really resonate with my husband. He just hates picking the damn things up all the time. It's like he and I have totally switched personalities!
Since there isn't likely to ever be a resolution on the state of the books in this house, I thought I would share with you some of my favorite children's books:
Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak
The Paperboy by Dav Pilkey
Roxaboxen by Alice McLerran
The Snowy Day by Ezra Jack Keats
No, David by David Shannon
Strega Nona by Tomie De Poala
Horton Hatches the Egg by Dr. Suess