The best presents. . .

I admit it–my favorite part of Christmas just might be presents.  And it’s not so much the receiving (though don’t get me wrong–I do love receiving), but the giving.  It’s the joy in finding just the right thing, something that is more than the sum of its parts, and seeing the reaction when it hits its mark.Continue reading “The best presents. . .”

The Life of a Book

Last night, I was reminded of that other kind of history that books can hold.  I was reading The Velvet Room by Zilpha Keatley Snyder.  Not exactly a kidlit history book, even though it is set in the Depression (yeah!) and features another awesome old house (double yeah!  I seem to have this talent lately of finding lots ofContinue reading “The Life of a Book”

The sparest of spare rooms

For the first time in my adult life, overnight guests can sleep somewhere besides the couch.  As a fairly new homeowner, I have a spare room!  With an extra bed!  However, as a fairly new homeowner, the bed is a hand-me-down and the mattress has certainly seen better days.  Buying a new mattress has beenContinue reading “The sparest of spare rooms”

Pilgrimages

This afternoon, while attempting to be domestic, I caught up with one of my favorite NPR programs, This American Life.  A few weeks ago, they aired a new episode called “The Book That Changed Your Life.”  How could I not listen?  The entire show was fantastic, but I was particularly intrigued by Act 4: LittleContinue reading “Pilgrimages”

Judging a book by its cover. . .

This past weekend, I was very, very excited to find a boxed set of Anne, 1-3.  Of course, this may be considered odd by some since I have more than a few copies of Anne.  And it’s not like these are first editions.  But, could you resist a boxed set that looks like this? ThereContinue reading “Judging a book by its cover. . .”

The Manifesto, so to speak

When I was a kid, I spent most of my time in the nineteenth century.  It all started with the Little House books.  My grandmother read them to me, and they became my very first chapter books that I could read all by myself.  From there, it was just a hop, skip and jump to LittleContinue reading “The Manifesto, so to speak”