Saturday, May 8, 2010

In the beginning, there were books

"Despereaux waited until she was gone, and then he reached out and, with one paw, touched the lovely worlds. Once upon a time." - From Kate DiCamillo's The Tale of Despereaux

Henry and Sophia had a nearly-full library of their own books before they were even born. And we wasted no time introducing them to the world of words. In addition to their own, we read to them from our books, library books, magazines, text messages, thesis drafts, road signs - anything. We read to them when I was pregnant, in the hospital and daily since we came home.

We've also shown them how a book "works" - where pictures and texts meet on the page. What a flyleaf is, what covers do and how to stitch a binding. Okay, maybe Tony hasn't taught them bookbinding skills yet, but they are now 16 weeks old and almost magically respond to the sound of the written word. Especially poems. And recipes.

The other day I decided to see what would happen if I gave them a book to play with - these two photographs are the result.

I can already tell they have the souls of poets. Or epicureans. [n.b. this is the first book their father bought them entitled Little Panda]

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