Do you have a favorite book from childhood? One of mine is The 13 Clocks by James Thurber and illustrated by Marc Simont. It has everything I ever wanted in a story: magic, adventure, princesses, strange creatures with strange names (the one and only Golux). My mom used to read this to me and my siblings when we were but wee human sproutlings.
As I got older I forgot about the book. Two month's ago I couldn't have told you the last time I read it. But, last week (ish?) I bought a used copy of The 13 Clocks I found hiding in a book store called The Book Exchange. Holy mother of Bambi, I remember how much I love this book. Does that ever happen to you? You have this favorite thing, and then you forget about it, and then you remember it and wonder how you could have ever forgotten about it?
A few days later, as I was perusing the interwebs, I stumbled upon a video about The 13 Clocks. What in sweet pickle relish is this? I thought as I clicked and watched the following video:
I really love when things like this happen: You find something to love (or something you have loved and find that you still love that thing) and then you find more or new things to love about that thing you love.
|Oh, Golux. I love you and your funny hat.|
What book from your childhood do you still adore?