Zoe over at Playing by the book is hosting the BMB carnival this week, and it’s around a bookish theme. I don’t actually know whether I’m already too late to be included, but it’s too good a theme to pass up tbh, so I thought I’d waffle on for a little while before I crawl off to bed.
If you’ve been to our house, or wandered around my blog much, you’ll know books are pretty important in my life online and off. I read a lot. My children read a lot. Smallest gets read to a lot. Are you spotting a theme yet? We like books.
Big reads to calm down. She reads to enjoy, to experience other times and other places, magic that she desperately hopes might exist just around the corner from here. She’s a huge Harry Potter fan, though terribly sorry to be a muggle. She’s hoping the owl with her Hogwarts invitation just got a bit lost and will still arrive, whisking her away to a world where a bit of wood and some odd words can change your reality in a second.
Small likes Harry Potter. But he doesn’t read them with quite the determination of Big. His favourite is Diary of a wimpy kid and those he devours, so desperate to get his hands on the latest one that he wanted to buy it full price in Smiths 😯 (I did manage to talk him into letting me order it online, thus saving him several pounds, even when we paid for next day delivery.) He doesn’t read during the day all that often, but it’s a rare evening that doesn’t find him in bed with a book, often with a different audio book playing around him. Dunno how he does that tbh.
And Smallest. She adores books. Books with pictures, books that rhyme, particularly books with pictures of birds. Or cats. Or best of all, birds *and* cats. Such as her all time favourite, Our Cat Flossie. It’s about a cat that likes birdwatching. How much better can it get?
I’m not quite as picky as any of my children. If it’s got print on it, I’ll read it. As is evidenced by the wide variety of books I’ve read and reviewed so far this year. I’ve got a whole load more to get through yet, and I know that I’ll find some of them fascinating, and some awful, but that every one of them will change me just a little bit. Books educate. They amuse. They brighten days and shorten dark nights. They are havens, answers, questions waiting to be asked. Friends to be made, and dragons to be slain.
Oh yes, I am really rather fond of books.