I gave my granddaughter, Girly-bird, a picture book for her ninth birthday. She told me she is getting too old for such books. I assured her one is
never too old for picture books.
Case in point: I received
two picture books for my birthday this year. I was given
The House that Mouse Built from my live-in daughter. I follow Maggie Rudy's blog,
Mouses Houses. The world she has created for her little mice and photographed for her books and blog is clever and delightful.
And I also received
Journey by Aaron Becker from Punkybean, Girly-bird's five-year-old sister. It is a wordless book and requires simply an imagination to read.
Journey is a Caldecott honor book and the first in a trilogy of magical adventures.
Picture books are a unique expression of art and literature and these two will find a home on my bookshelf with the other fifty or sixty that I own. The idea when I began buying them many years ago was to have a collection ready for the day when I had grandchildren to read them to; but I sometimes sit down and read them to myself. As I said:
never too old.