I love beautiful books. I have no vice. While like most women, I do like shoes and bags, they’re not something I’d covet the way I do with books, especially beautifully illustrated ones, I just can’t resist them, so when we went to the Bath Children’s Literary festival as mentioned in my previous post, when I saw this one particular book on a stand, it just called to me.
I mentioned this a lot in previous posts – how lucky I am to be married to a man who has the same passion as I do, that helps a lot you know. You won’t hear any “Are you paying that much for a book?!” Instead ours is usually “What did you get? Here’s mine”.
I picked up my book, and went off to pay. When I turned my back, my husband was queueing behind me with his own choice of book, and T was also clutching her own . Luckily, she had her own money to spend since she brought her savings with her and since this was after all a Children’s Literary festival all our books “were for kids”.
My husband’s pick was real-life astronaut’s first children’s book – The Darkest Dark by Chris Hadfield.
It is a sweet book for children younger than T who is six. It talks about how it is okay to have fears, especially of the dark and how dreams do come true.
It’s not surprising that she chose another book illustrated by Chris Riddell her favourite, especially since she already has all of his books. She knows Neil Gaiman as the man who wrote her other favourite “Coraline” and even has the book signed by him and again, illustrated by yes, Chris Riddell again. She loves the man and I don’t blame her. I think she also chose this book because it had a little boy on the cover for a change and that it had giants in it.
And this folks is my choice: Neil Gaiman’s The Sleeper and the Spindle.
When I saw the sleeve, I was hooked. The gold ink was calling to me, since it was wrapped, I didn’t even know how beautiful it was inside till we got home. It was my precious and it was mine. Of course, I told T that I bought it for her, but it’s actually mine, all mine.
I took off the plastic that was wrapped around the sleeve ever so gently, and as I slipped the case off and the book fell out, I actually gave a little gasp and ran my fingers on it like braille. The front was just beautiful and inside? See for yourself.
I gently opened each page and marvelled at the artwork. You’ve probably noticed by now that yes, it was illustrated by no other than the Children’s Laureate Chris Riddell. I am now a fan too. Even though I haven’t read the story yet (I can’t wait to read what Neil Gaiman’s version of Sleeping Beauty is like), it’s my current favourite book. My precious.
Do you have a favourite children’s book?