There’s an annual book fair in Blacksburg at the YMCA. The first year we went, we dropped $200. They put these white stickers with amazing stick-power on the books. Some I try to remove, some I leave on. 40 years from now, when I pull a book off the shelf and see either a yellowed sticker or the remnants of one, I will remember the trashy building with tables laden with used books.
I grew up without tv, so naturally, since human beings love being transported out of our real lives, (no, reality tv didn’t invent that, we’ve been doing that ever since cave paintings) books were a big part of our family. Trips and bike rides to the library were a regular thing. 6 kids equals a tall stack of books. Thankfully, i did not inherit my passion for incurring library fines from my parents. People who use ringer-washers do not believe in library fines.
My mother read to us at night, something I do with my sons and hope to continue. She would read, and fall asleep reading. She read us Sugar Creek Gang and Little Britches and Little House on the Prairie. (Probably something to do with the fact that I now have a son named Wilder) And, because she was a clever woman, she read us Jeanette Oak love stories. And we loved them. If mommy blogs were a thing back in the 90’s, my mom shoulda had one. “How to read romance novels to your kids and make them think it was for them” would have gone viral.
Here’s my loot from this year… it’s a small loot, but has some treasures none-the-less.
*Not pictured, F.Scott Fitzgerald’s Tender is the Night. The cover art is terrible, so don’t feel left out.