The Books that Made Me....
love reading Challenge.
And it continues - I still somehow find the time to make this work, even though I'm on tighter and tighter deadlines with reading, writing, and everything.
When I was younger, The Very Hungry Caterpillar was a cute tale with the beautifully crafted pages by Eric Carle. I still love the artwork, but essentially the book tells me "eat a whole bunch, get fat, hibernate, and then you'll be beautiful."
It really is strange to go back to these books - and I will be taking a giant leap forward from the infantile level into chapter books for the next post (either Bunnicula or All the Money in the World). Eric Carle definitely made me think that everything could be beautiful and that everything would turn out okay. His artwork was like a baby blanket, and I suppose in a way it still is. I love the simplicity of it, but the gloriousness of his textures. (Yes, I said "gloriousness").
Regardless, I'm not as cynical about this piece as I was The Runaway Bunny. It's so short of a book that I almost don't really know what to say about it. This post is already longer than the words themselves. But yes, grow up, be fat and happy, eat too much sometimes, and fly away. Ah, to be young again and be able to eat piles of cheeseballs without consequence!
Anyway, I look forward to moving up to chapter books because those really shaped me as a reader and a writer. Be on the lookout for more "Books that made me" posts in the future!