“I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people
who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.”
When my husband and I lived in a tiny New York apartment, he always commented that the apartment had my spirit – peaceful, sleepy, relaxed. I never really thought about the specific attributes that culminated in this “je ne sais quoi” until we moved into a spacious New England home. When I was done decorating it I discovered that only two rooms have inherited my “spirit”. And for the longest time I could not figure out why the other rooms that were decorated with just as much love and care were lacking that quality of, what I consider to be, a home. I was thinking of our New York apartment where our living room served as our library, dining room, family room, TV room, and sometimes even a guest room, and it occurred to me that the one element that was present in New York and was absent from my “dispirited” rooms was BOOKS.
I grew up in a home where books were stuffed into every nook and cranny, and my dependence on them has been encoded into my DNA. Like those who have comfort foods carried over from childhood, I have comfort books – the ones that have been read so much that they can be opened and closed on any page.
So it is not surprising that at almost six years old my daughter has already accumulated an impressive library of her own. We buy and collect books that are beautifully written and made, the kind of stories and art that should be preserved and passed down for generations. Some are old, some are new, but all are precious.
We are kicking off this blog with a 100 books of summer project (we are counting from Memorial Day to Labour Day, so we have some catching up to do). We hope you will enjoy flipping through the pages with us.
Happy Summer Reading!