I Read: The Snow Child.
The perfect February book. Growing up in Vermont and having lived in Iceland, the desolate dark and cold of an Alaskan winter feels so very within reach. I’ve done feet upon feet of snow, burying the landscape into oblivion. I’ve done darkness such that you never truly wake up. While I haven’t done the two in combination (Iceland being much less snowy than one would think – winter is kind of one long snain storm without really significant accumulation by my own New England standards), I could imagine it. I could feel my toes go numb and bury them deep into my slippers.
Since becoming a mother, it’s been hard for me to read stories that include birth trauma – but this one… felt different. Perhaps because it was in the past and not being played out in present tense. But I was able to take it and let it move me through the story. And what a beautiful story it was.
My opinion of the book as either a masterpiece or a disaster was going to hinge entirely on the ending. If it ended poorly, it would have been one of those books that was amazing and then ruined. The ending needed to be perfect – the story wasn’t set up to end in mediocrity. There was either perfection or abomination, no middle ground. And thankfully, it did end perfectly. Which isn’t to say that it ended perfectly... but that it was perfect, as endings go.
He Reads: Corduroy
[ Pro Tip, Kids: Don’t take the clown home. It will eat you. See also, that rabbit’s eyes are terrifying. No wonder the giraffe can’t bear to look. ]
He’s been reading more and more the last few weeks. He always sits and looks through his stories every day, and now he’s added “mama read” nearly every day as well. Mostly it’s The Very Hungry Caterpillar over and over and over again (which he says eagerly “ageeeeeee?” and signs in his own pidgin way) but he’s been branching out a little bit too. He’s enjoyed Corduroy, probably because Corduroy the bear looks a bit like Stinkiest Bear put on some green overalls. I can only hope that Corduroy’s fate in finally finding a home doesn’t involve having his ear chewed. Stinkiest Bear should warn him about the dangers of love.