February 13, 2007

Bildebok

Growing up, my picture books had the distinction of being written in a language that no one in the family spoke: Swedish. My mom could read it and told us the stories. Delightful stories of forest elves, flower parties, kind old ladies, giant blueberry bushes and scared kittens populated books filled with wonderful watercolor illustrations that were every bit as fanciful as the stories themselves.
I had no idea, but the books of Elsa Beskow are available in English. Now I just have to overcome my adult-imposed inhibitions to buying picture books, and I can own a bit of my childhood in a language I can read!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You can always tell yourself it's an "Investment in My Future Grandchildren." That's what my mom does to justify buying ridiculously gorgeous children's books.

And my theory is that good books are good books, and if they have gorgeous pictures, they're even better books!