Thursday, March 7, 2013

The Indian in the Cupboard

Seven and 1/2 years ago (when my oldest was born) I felt like it would be an eternity before I was able to snuggle up and read a chapter book aloud to him.  Oh, don't get me wrong we read picture books and board books and cloth books all the time throughout infancy, toddlerhood, pre-school years... then, before I knew it we were going to big kid school.  It didn't take half as long as I thought to get to chapter books.  And I'm loving it!

The latest book I've pulled off the shelf?  My very own copy of The Indian in the Cupboard by Lynne Reid Banks (who happened to be my favorite author in the whole wide world when I was in elementary school).

Both of my parents are big time readers.  I spent many hours of my childhood listening to them read aloud to me.  This happens to be one that my dad read.  I can vividly remember being an 8 year old curled up on his bed in the evening listening to his voice tell the story (all of my siblings at the time were wrapped up in teenage craziness)... I can practically transport myself back in time.  And reading it aloud to my boys has really enhanced those fantastic memories.

I love how books do that.  I think it's one reason I'm so obsessed with collecting them.  They not only have the ability to take you to other places, other worlds, and on amazing adventures.  They can also take you back into your own past.  Back to when you first heard the book.  Back into the arms of the person who read it to you.  Back under the covers of your own cozy childhood blanket.  It's pretty incredible magic.

BTW, my boys are LOVING this story!  When I think about it I'm pretty certain this was my gateway book into the world of fantasy.  A world that I often find myself in... with the help of a good book.
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