“Sometimes I feel as though these old books are like this [candy Easter] egg. They have the same sort of wonders lying dormant inside of them, magical windows into the past and a world long gone, to imaginary places and adventures waiting patiently for rediscovery. Unused and unnoticed on a shelf in a library or thrift shop or antique store, they wait until one day they are picked up and read and loved and brought back to life. Their magic will stay alive so long as someone is reading them and that, my friends, is a wondrous thing indeed.”
passionately sharing, discussing and admiring children's picture books
Three Books a Night 