I’m sure we will revisit these authors in future posts, but for now we offer a sample of the books from her parents’ childhoods – and earlier – that Zelda has begun to love herself.
Yertle the Turtle and Other Stories by Dr. Seuss
Learn important life lessons with Yertle, a bird named Gertrude McFuzz, and a rabbit/bear duo that can’t stop arguing. Yertle might be Zelda’s favorite story in this collection – at least for now – in large part because she loves stacking and counting. She doesn’t yet understand the metaphor, but that’s okay. One of the best things about rereading Dr. Seuss books as an adult is finding the larger themes that we absorbed as children without even noticing that we were learning some of life’s greatest lessons.
Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak
Sendak is by far my favorite author for children, though he didn’t really consider himself as belonging to that category. This is his most famous book and an excellent introduction into the world of Sendak. Zelda hasn’t seen the movie adaptation yet, but some day we will snuggle on the couch with popcorn and open hearts.
Bread and Jam for Frances by Russell Hoban
“Too much of a good thing” is the lesson learned by Frances. This is perfect for all the picky eaters at your dinner table. At first, Frances makes it clear to her family that she would prefer to eat nothing but bread and jam – morning, noon, and night. She sings adorable little songs to the other food her poor mother prepares and begs her to eat. Then Mom gets smart and gives Frances exactly what she (thinks she) wants. Soon Frances has had WAY too much bread and jam and decides to make a significant change in her behavior. Moms are sneaky that way. They’re always getting you to do what you’re supposed to without you realizing what’s just happened. Speaking of which, I remember being a picky eater as a child, then reading this book…and somehow started eating a variety of foods. Wow, my mom was good!
There’s A Monster At The End Of This Book by Golden Books
I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for Grover, the lovable blue monster found on Sesame Street. This book was a staple of my bedtime routine, way back when Snuffleupagus hid from everyone but Big Bird. It was great fun to turn the pages – against Grover’s increasingly emphatic pleas – when I was a kid, but it’s even more fun watching Zelda do it now.