Do you have childhood books that feel like home? Over the years, I’ve indentified home as a feeling. And with that, I have found a few books that sort of evoke the same. Whether they were my childhood favorites, or newer ones I read to River and Oak curled in bed. Home is just a feeling. And books that allow you to feel as such are life changers.
Recently, while in bed, River choose Ada Twist, Scientist, and I was reminded that during a transition of life, that book felt like home, odly enough. I’m not sure if it was the mom’s style, illustrations, or the texture of the book in my hands sandwhiched between my two children. It very well may have been all of the above. And there is Tar Beach, that when read almost every summer feels like a great big mash-up of my daughter’s 8-year-old life, my past one, and that of Cassie Louise. New York rooftops, the epitome of warm beach days where people gather, drink, and yes, relax. There, woman or girl remains free enough to float over the city, with its cars, bridges, and flickering lights.
Some warm days, when the sun busrsts through the living room windows as it starts to lower and gets the brightest in my home, I lay on the warm floor and think of that book. There, I am sort of transported in the home I have now to the many that still remain in my body. I hope the same for my children as they curl on the purple sofa, shade their eyes from the sun, and allow their toes to dance between the shadows.
Speaking of books, today is Indigenous Peoples Day and in honor of my grandmother (who was half Indigenous American), I’ve donated to Dig Deep Water. And adding a few from Erin’s list below: Little You, and When We Were Alone.
Any books of your own that feel like home for you (or your children?)
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