upside down, right side up

Although my son hasn’t even turned two yet, I have already started building his library.  I would spend hours upon hours scouring the children’s lit section of bookstores, hoping to find a literary gem for his collection.

So when I found a copy of Janell Cannon’s “Stellaluna” at Book Sale earlier, my eyes went wide and I let out a silent shriek of glee.  I checked the price tag and almost burst into song.  Fifteen pesos!  Oh happy, happy day!

I read it as soon as I got home and fell in love with it.  It’ll be years before my son actually gets to read this book but I know he’s going to love it as much as I do.

“How can we be so different and feel so much alike?” mused Flitter.

“And how can we feel so different and be so much alike?” wondered Pip.

“I think this is quite a mystery,” Flap chirped.

“I agree,” said Stellaluna.  “But we’re friends.  And that’s a fact.”

the restless word

In one of my essays for a class I took several years ago, I mentioned how a certain book which was at the bottom of a very tall pile found me.  I guess I could say the same about this book.  It was buried under a mound of books in a section I normally skip.  I have no idea what drove me to dig through all those horrendous titles but I’m really glad I did.

My glasses misplaced
I seem to have lost my page
Oh yes, where was I?
Tiptoeing thru graves
I find no sleep in this grotto
That is no mistake
I know you can’t be erased
But I can try
– Billy Corgan, Look