Wednesday, 24 August 2011
The best things in life are... books
We had a parcel from the ever lovely Alex today containing, amongst other things, three new books for Matilda. Hooray. Ever since she delved into the selection of Toby's travel literature that Alex brought with her to the house, Matilda has been clamouring for new books. So Alex's thoughtful gift was extremely welcome. Not least because O has decided, yet again, that sleep is for the weak. He's right. I feel incredibly weak and I need some sleep. As he snoozed the afternoon away Matilda and I curled up on the sofa and read. Reading was about all either of us could manage. And that was just fine.
My favourite from Alex's relief parcel was The Heart and the Bottle by Oliver Jeffers, which in my weakened state, I have to admit, made me a little teary. I'm a great believer in books which explore and help children to understand difficult emotions. In this case, grief. Matilda loved The Gruffalo's Child by Julia Donaldson. Mainly because she knows The Gruffalo off by heart. It lacks the originality and the ideas of The Gruffalo but it makes up for it by giving its loyal little readers the feeling that they are in the know. When you're little and everything is new and everything has to learnt, it must be quite satisfying to feel you're in the know sometimes.