childhood magic

I absolutely loved reading this post by Chris the other day about his favorite books. Not titles, but the actual, physical books. And I have since enjoyed everyone's corresponding posts. I didn't write such a post though, because I thought that I didn't actually get attached to books so much as to the stories they contained. But then it hit me this morning, as I started work on a new, very neurotic project (I'll probably post about that in a day or two), that there is a set of books that I am extremely attached to. They no longer belong to me though; I'd given them to Annie.

This set of red books. Called The Children's Hour. From my childhood. Oh, how I loved these books! I spent countless hours reading these. Some stories I would read just once, while some I would read over and over and over again.



One of the stories I read time and time again was The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams. I bought a Golden Book copy of this book for Annie when she was little, but she just never loved it like I did. I don't think I've ever read it to the boys, and I really do need to remedy that. (I'm guessing Max won't like it, but Gray just might.)

Anyway, when I heard about Becky's Heart of a Child reading challenge, I knew The Velveteen Rabbit would definitely be one of my choices. It's the very first book that I can remember loving like this. And when I learned over at Nymeth's that this week is Read an E-Book Week, I decided to see if The Velveteen Rabbit was available on-line. And, of course, it is (otherwise I wouldn't have mentioned it)...right here...in case you'd like a chance to revisit a childhood classic.

I must say, when I read it again this morning, I was every bit as enchanted by it as I ever was. It's such a sweet magical tale about the power of love.