Reading: The Ground Beneath Her Feet. Shut up. Moving: lots of hoeing and pitchforking House and Garden: sifted some compost loam, hoed the vegetable garden, raked the south garden out, turned the compost Yule: an adorable lavender hippopatamus puppet who I hope will help put Emlet to bed. |
11 November 2002: What I've Recently Discovered
I had a specific errand in Kazoo & Company: Tinker-Toys. But seriously, how could I do a quick errand in there? It's a great toy store. Naturally I had to visit the animals before I left. Luckily the badger wasn't there, luckily because it would be freaky to see a Pantalaimon who wasn't Pantalaimon. Almost like seeing a severed d--no, I can't even type it. Plus I should remember that Emlet needs books and toys and she should not be a surrogate for my frustrated desire for more animals. It's bad enough for me to own children's books, including rare and OOP ones, who will have no other reader until I die (whoa, check the anthropomorphizing pronoun. It stands). It would be downright immoral for me to accumulate animals I don't get to know well. I had all this figured out years before I read The Velveteen Rabbit. Maybe this is why I never liked dolls. My mother sewed some Barbie clothes for CLH's Barbie, but otherwise every other Barbie looks alike. Every animal wears differently from its clone at the store as its character develops, but a vinyl doll just gets grubby. Especially character dolls like Barbie rather than anonymous dolls who can be whoever they want to be--the difference between Woody, who was loved enough to forget Woody's Round-Up, and Buzz, who needed to be loved before he could differentiate himself from every other Buzz. At the counter I saw a flyer about a book donation program. Denver Social Services contributed names and ages of children in its care, children who probably have never owned a book of their own. The idea sends a chill down my spine. I might not have owned many, but I had stacks and stacks from the school and town libraries. Children. No books. Shunted among foster families. Attending different schools and the state of school libraries. How easy it is to lose a library card. I took a star off the tree: Marina, age 10. Kazoo is a toy, not a book store, and its book selection is limited, especially with the Tattered Cover around the corner. I decided against Sharon Creech as maybe too old or too sad for a child whose life is already sad, and anyway my two favorites are about girls her age who miss their mothers or parents, Walk Two Moons and The Wanderer. No Narnia, partly because What If a grown-up stole the book for witchcraft and partly because of the heretical re-numbering. Charlotte's Web, a full-color edition. Friendship and steadfastness and a Right if Bittersweet ending and Wilbur learning in-de-pendence. I have no idea how good a reader a ten-year-old ward of the state might be--I suspect that the great Gilly Hopkins is an anomaly among foster children--so I hope Charlotte isn't out of Marina's reach. Next time I might take the star out of the store, around the corner to the Tattered Cover. I'll be there Wednesday for Isabel Allende and either once or twice next week, definitely for Donna Tartt and maybe for Ann Clausen. |
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