It’s spring sorting time, hence the three day break from posting reviews. While unpacking our summer clothes and folding away winter ones, I found myself daydreaming about this book. I wished I could transport myself into its pages, to wander within its words—those new, and those that have been a part of my life for years. Part of all of our lives.
A young girl narrates the story. “I am a child of books. I come from a world of stories.” She floats upon her imagination to the house of a young boy, who joins her. Together, like Peter and Wendy, they “travel over mountains of make-believe,” they play hide and seek in “forests of fairy tales…sleep in clouds of song.” We’re invited to ponder over what stories have influenced us, what stories have brought us comfort and courage, inspired us to act, what stories have shaped us. There’s sure to be some favourites within the playful illustrations, the words that have become their world. Ours. They’re the sea, the mountains, the clouds. Books are tree trunks and buildings.
Oliver Jeffers and Sam Winston have created a timeless treasure. A Child of Books settles in your heart the moment you open that gorgeous garnet cover.