Monday, 13 January 2014
These days, there aren't so many grown up books in this house. Not by comparison at least, to the hundreds upon thousands (maybe not that many, but possibly hundreds-ish) of picture books and children's literature we have acquired during the four years of life so far with with the small people. But I love them and I am always so happy when Matilda and George are gifted books. There is something so thoughtful about a well chosen book, I think. I have a friend by the name of Laura who always includes a brilliant book with her excellent parcels for the children and for Christmas she sent this gem, 'The Day The Crayons Quit', for George. I adore Oliver Jeffers' Illustrations so this one was a winner from go. (I may have actually taken this book to bed to read myself after first opening...)
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