I know many of my fellow authors are also bibliophiles. We not only like to write books, but we love to sift through book bins at thrift stores and garage sales, and you may occasionally even catch us sniffing a book just to get that book lover’s high. When you are an author, it seems you just naturally accumulate books. Not only are books pleasurable and full of fond memories, but they also have helped shape us into the writers that we have become.
As a children’s writer, I think it is no surprise that I collect children’s books. I do collect some new books, especially those written by my favorite authors or those who star beloved characters, but my real treasures are the the antique children’s books that I have rescued and sometimes nursed back to health. My absolute favorites are the ones from the 40′s, 50′s and 60′s. Their innocent prose combined with the old-fashioned illustrations make me feel like I have entered a Norman Rockwell painting.
I do have one literary obsession though that I do wonder about. I am a sucker for literature textbooks, particularly those from the early elementary grades. I have one large bookshelf full of pretty much nothing but textbooks. Luckily, this obsession only applies to literature. I’m not sure where I would find the room if I felt that I had to collect Science, Social Studies, Music, Art and Mathematics textbooks as well.
The only reason I can come up with for why I love these school guides so much is that they make me feel like I’m a little schoolgirl again and that makes me deliriously happy for some strange reason. Am I the only one with this odd fetish? Just curious.