This past weekend, Dubs and I had to mend and shore up Aliza's bookcase.
The requisite emptying and re-filling of the shelves allowed me to -- oh so cathartically for this once-a-children's-bookseller-always-a-children's-bookseller gal --
Aliza is on to chapter books these days, but just as I told myself when I was a twenty-something collector of picture books, the reading level of many picture books is right up there with a lot of middle grade fiction.
And it's also
Thus the picture books are staying put (though there is whole shelf lower down with early readers and a nice selection from
And until we hit the Zs on the lowest shelf, Dubbadad and I will be working our way from left to right from top to bottom -- no skipping! -- every night at bedtime. So far, reading two at a go, we have finished the Jon Agee section.
That girl of ours deserves (and I would say, needs) all the good stories and beautiful pictures we can cram into her curly head.
*fairy tales, poetry books, books about art, folklore and mythology, and 'inappropriate/politically-incorrect/too-scary' illustrated books (those last on a high shelf) are all in the living room, attempting to draw the eye away from the ginormous television. Also, ander has two (three/) cubbies of his Ikea cubby system devoted to his never-ever-letting-them-go favorite picture books, which include a complete Maira Kalman collection, books with a character named Alexander, and Alissa's picture books. He was rather put out to discover that the Incredible Painting of Felix Clousseau (above) was in Aliza's bookcase.