About Me

     One of the pieces of furniture I remember most from my childhood was a large white book shelf we keep in our basement. It was massive and could hold over a hundred books. Through the years the shelf gathered my mother’s crime novels and our picture books in great numbers until I decided I wanted my own. My library began with a small book case and a few American Girl stories, but it soon grew and continues to swell. Although I have respect for every book, I do have standards. In order to enter my library, a book must be visually appealing, have and engaging topic, or remind me of my past.

          You really shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but I enjoy a book with good graphics and appropriate colors. A good front cover should tell the story without the assistance of words. Just as important are the illustrations within the book. I love books where the pictures are not just an accompaniment to the story but are part of the story. The Problem with Pulcifer wouldn’t be the same without the illustrations. My copy of The Illustrated Jane Eyre is one of my favorites because the full page pictures set a wonderful mood for the story and take me to places I don’t think I could go if left with only the text. But the visual aspect isn’t the only way I chose my books, the topic is important to me too.

          Sometimes the only reason I buy a book is because I love the subject and their pasts. These books reflect me as a person. They reflect my interests such as in PoemcrazyReading Like a Writer: A Guide for People Who Love Books and For Those Who Want to Write Them, and The Plot Thickens: 8 Ways to Bring Fiction to Life. My books also remind me of what once was. Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass has an inscription on the title page that reads, “To Blauche, from Mamma. Dec. 25, 1910.” I love to imagine the little girl pulling this book from her stocking on Christmas morn. Le Français Ernst Levy 1, a French textbook form the nineteen-sixties, helps me relate past students to myself. Although these books remind me of life before my birth, some are from my own childhood.

          Every night before I went to bed my mother would read me one of two books: Sleepy Ella and Pickle Things. They were silly little stories, but I loved them. They were all about the innocence of childhood. It makes me laugh to read them today. Some of these books I didn’t have as a child but help me remember what it felt like to be a girl. I read The Little Prince and A Child’s Anthology of Poetry every chance I get.

          I love all books, but to enter my book case it must meet some criteria: be visually appealing, have an engaging topic, or give me remembrance of my past. Through the years my shelf has grown and multiplied.  From Crime novels and picture books my library is steadily evolving into its own unique class, book by beautiful book.

Love, DFTBA, Pickles, and All That Jazz,


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