I love children’s books, hardcovers to be precise. If the books are old and broken-in on top of that, well, then I’m in love-love and I might want to marry them.
So many of the books that I read to Boy are still in our possession, waiting for Sweet E to discover.
Two of my favorites, ones that Boy loved too: How Fletcher Was Hatched and Miss Suzy.
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How Fletcher Was Hatched (ages 4 and up)
From Publisher: Fletcher is a large hound dog with brown spots, and his mistress is a little girl named Alexandra. The trouble starts because Alexandra is interested in baby chicks – tiny, fluffy, yellow chick that say “Peep!” as they come out of their shells.
Fletcher’s water dish is empty. He hasn’t had his ears scratched in days. “She’s forgotten me,” he decides, and mournfully he shuffles off to the park at the edge of town. Here Fletcher’s good friends, Beaver and Otter, have the idea. Fletcher must hatch! Of course, Beaver is a master builder, and it’s no trouble at all to build an egg around Fletcher.The egg is large and pink and speckled with brown, and it poses somewhat of a problem for the school principal, not to mention the science teacher. But young readers will delight in the hilarious climax, along with a little girl named Alexandra.
Our book is well-worn and I can’t wait to read it again and again.
Miss Suzy (ages 4 and up)
From Publisher: Miss Suzy is a little gray squirrel who lives happily in her oak-tree home until she is chased away by some mean red squirrels. Poor Miss Suzy is very sad. But soon she finds a beautiful dollhouse and meets a band of brave toy soldiers.
How Miss Suzy and the soldiers help each other makes a gentle, old-fashioned tale that has captured the imaginations of girls and boys alike for forty years. Arnold Lobel’s enchanting pictures are sure to make the kind squirrel and the gallant soldiers the everlasting friends of all who turn these pages.
Just reading the publisher’s description takes me back to poor mistreated Miss Suzy and how we would root for her and her new friends.
Tell me you have old books that are like old friends; I can’t be alone in this obsession.
If so, please share your happiness and tell us your old favorites.
Then go make friends with ours.