As a child, my favorite place to ride my purple banana seat bike was to the local library. I loved the stacks of old books and the strange but friendly librarians.
Last month, while I was visiting
Sure things were different – computers were everywhere and the librarians had changed, but as soon as I saw that picture book room and the middle grade novels perched atop the bookshelves, I was transported back to my favorite childhood memories.
It was at that moment I saw a sign: Books for sale. A buck a bag. No kidding. A buck a bag.
Well, I couldn’t run down the stairs to get to the book sale fast enough.
It was obvious the sale had been going on for awhile because there were slim pickings. A tattered copy of Passages by Gail Sheehy and books about Windows 95.
But I discovered and grabbed a copy of my favorite childhood book – Mr. Popper’s Penguins by Richard and Florence Atwater, along with Betsy-Tacy and Tib by Maud Hart Lovelace and The Trap by Tabitha King – hey, a girl’s gotta live.
There was nothing else I wanted, but let me emphasize this: I got Mr. Popper’s Penguins for 33.3 cents!
I loved that book so much as a kid that to this day, I adore penguins. And during a Florida SCBWI shindig this past January, I dressed up as Mr. Popper along with Janeen Mason. (Could we creative types possibly get any nerdier?!)
So, what’s your favorite childhood book? And for that matter, what’s the strangest thing you ever dressed as? (Jay, we already know you dressed as a penguin for a day. Too funny!)
By the way, thanks a million (or 33 cents worth) for all the birthday wishes. And thanks to my kids for actually being nice to each other all day yesterday. Thanks to Carilynn for the edible arrangement of fruit (including the chocolate-covered kind) made to look like a bouquet of flowers. And thanks to hubby for the roses, the dictionary with the words to our wedding song marked off and for managing to say “Happy Birthday” to me forty-two times throughout the day. Cute. Have I told you lately?