Zia Munshi stopped by the office today for an all-too-brief visit.
We had a baby shower for one of the writers, presenting young Jackson and his beaming parents with gifts of children’s books. My wife and I contributed The Complete Tales of Beatrix Potter.
I have a hard time remembering most of my favorite picture books as a kid. I loved Richard Scarry, a lot. I loved Kay Thompson’s Eloise books, though those aren’t for very young readers. There are a handful of picture books I liked enough to keep into adulthood: The Ice-Cream-Cone Coot and Other Rare Birds, The Hat, Cranberry Thanksgiving, and Remy Charlip’s psychedelic volume of tongue twisters Arm in Arm.
But mostly I remember the books after the picture books. Matthew Looney, Moon boy. The Great Brain. The Mad Scientists’ Club. Ellen Raskin’s mysteries. Tarzan. The Wrinkle in Time series. Howard Pyle’s Robin Hood stories. Treasure Island.
I’m just wired for words more than images, I think.