Category Archives: Books

Happy Birthday Theodor

I’m writing this post in honor of the 108th birthday of Theodor Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss. To say that Dr. Seuss was a huge part of my childhood would be an understatement. I still name Dr. Seuss as one of my favorite authors.

For me, Dr. Seuss is like comfort food for books. I don’t need macaroni or meatloaf or kugel if I have a Dr. Seuss book (not that I don’t love a good kugel. It’s Jewish humor, just go with it). They’re like old friends, every time I open them they welcome me in and warm my soul.

A few months ago, when I was having a really difficult time, I would take out Oh the Places You’ll Go and I just read it over and over, bawling. I know it sounds silly, but Dr. Seuss has gotten me through a lot of really difficult times. It’s a reminder to always find the inner child, a person so full of wonder, who’s not jaded by the difficult realities of life. And to honor that person and the Dr. himself, I present to you my Seuss stash. These are the books that I have with me to comfort me and remind me of that kid inside myself. 

I hope that you take a few minutes today to reflect on an author that inspired you as a kid. It could be Dr. Seuss. It could be Shel Silverstein (another favorite of mine). It could also be Patricia Polacco or countless others. Try to remember what it meant to you as a child to read those books over and over again, memorizing the pages and the pictures. Maybe try to capture just a little bit of that magic to bring back to the real world with you.

I’ll leave you with one of my favorite parts of Oh the Places You’ll Go:

“You’ll get mixed up, of course,

as you already know.

You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go.

So be sure when you step.

Step with care and great tact

and remember that Life’s

a Great Balancing Act.

Just never forget to be dextrous and deft.

And never mix up your right foot with you left.”

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Books Galore

I am a lover of books. My ultimate dream is to have a house with a craft room and a library. I love everything about them. How they look, how they smell, how they feel in your hands, seeing one side grow and the other shrink as you get through a book. There’s nothing like the feel of a book. I especially love old books. For some reason I value them above new books. I think that it’s about the history. When you have a new book, you have the story, and that’s it. Old books are portals into the past. Maybe that’s a little dramatic, but old books become more than just their story. The physical book becomes an artifact, and I get to imagine the hands that it’s passed through over the years, and the places that it’s seen. I also love buying used books and finding little notes or ticket stubs that people were using as bookmarks. When donating books I oftentimes leave nice notes hoping that it will make the next reader smile. Where did this desire come from to blather on about books? I was in the library today, and walking through the stacks I saw some beautiful old books that I just had to take pictures of.