If you didn’t know this about me already, let me tell you a secret. Even if you did know, lean in along with us. You might need a reminder.
I don’t choose picture books for my children.
In fact, they are the last thing I am thinking of when I choose picture books.
I choose them for myself.
It’s confusing. When you walk into a library they label a particular area "Children’s section." Usually it’s sanctioned away from the rest of the library due to the need to protect the average adult size patrons from the children’s decibel levels equal to large machinery, or to contain to a smaller arena the cesspool of every strain of coronavirus (ooh, I just made this blog post relevant.)
But beyond the aforementioned hazards, this "Children’s section" is a misnomer. You are invited to come inside too. In fact, I urge you to. Don’t be afraid. They won’t harm you. They are too busy arguing over who had the red train first, never mind the blue train of similar dimensions lying unclaimed on the carpet.
See that bookshelf over there with the characters you remember seeing in the bandaid aisle? You don’t want that bookshelf. That one is for the children. In fact, let them go wild over there. Let them pull every single book of Paw Patrol or Thomas the Tank Engine or PJ Masks (Oh but please not that one. For some reason that one is a tongue twister for me.) They will be so happy when you say "yes" to these books they might even forget about the time you said "we’ll see" when they asked if they could have those light up character sneakers even though you know you are going to go with the much cuter on the Instagram squares toddler converse shoes.
Now that they are distracted over there, come follow me…to the place where dreams are made of…
Here you will find picture books. It’s a humble word "picture books," one that evokes simplicity, more image than word. This is where the secret lies: these books are magical. There are words that can do more than any book in the self help section at the quiet sterile side of the library. These books evoke feelings you didn’t know were buried, possibilities you didn’t know you could dream, and inspiration to move you forward.
Perhaps that is the most eye-rolling-est sentences you have read from me in awhile (don’t worry, I always have more.) But I needed to be dramatic so that you knew what you were missing. It’s not all Dr. Seuss and Sandra Boynton over there (although you could find some incredible themes in those books as well.)
I browse the picture book section the way I scroll through Instagram. I am drawn in by the strong image, I stay for the powerful words.
So now that you know my secret, you might be thinking, well that’s great, but like Instagram, how do I keep myself from falling down a rabbit hole of old Britney Spears dance videos, or the picture book equivalent. In other words, how do I find the books that inspire?
Well friends…there’s a blog post for that, and I wrote it (I told you I have shared this secret before.)
But after you do that, come back here. I’ll wait.
Hi welcome back!
So, as promised by this title, I want to share with you three books that are inspiring me lately and why you need to know. And if this is well received, I want to keep doing this. I have done it before, in fact, I created a link to all my bookish posts for your perusing enjoyment.