He knew it wasn’t…

The other day, I was lying in bed and looked up at my bookcase. On the top shelf lives all my picture books. I got out of bed, and started reading the titles. With each title came a flood of memories. ‘Oh my gosh! I read that one when I had chicken pox!’ or ‘That was the first book I ever learnt to read by myself’ or even ‘I had that memorised at seven and would walk around reciting it…’ It’s amazing how much joy I got reading back over some of them. I thought I’d go through some of my favourites with you over the next couple of days, starting today with ‘The story of the little mole who knew it was none of his business’ which was requested by toong, one of my all time favourites (well they all are…) ‘Do you know what Grandad Did?’ and ‘There’s a spider in the toilet’.
I’ll go from my third favourite to my first. This is ‘Spider in the toilet’. It’s a cute little read from 1988, about a boy who keeps seeing spiders. In the toilet (cracks in the porcelain), on the wall (tree branch shadows) and in the sky (stars). It’s a good book, and one of the first I learnt to read.
This book is awesome. I used to read it over and over again, until mum would have to tell me to stop. It’s about three kids who’s grandfather looks after them for the weekend. They’re re-telling what happened to their mother, and it’s stuff they’re not normally allowed to do, or silly things. Like burning the toast, swinging on the front fence, getting gum stuck in their hair and pretending to be a monster in public places. It’s very cool =)
My dad always used to read this book to my brother and I. It was a ‘dad’ kind of book, and always had us in hysterical laughter. As you can tell from the title and cover, it’s well, the story of the little mole who woke up one morning and something pooped on his head. He spends the entire story going around to all the animals and asking them if it was their poop, and then being shown an example and moving on. It’s truly hilarious, and when I was in France, I managed to find a copy (along with the cat in the hat) in well, French. This book is definately in my top three favourite picture books of all time, and my favourite out of today’s bunch.
More to come tomorrow =) What is your favourite picture book, and why?
Love and picture books,
frangipani princess xoxo
ps. Sorry for the dodgy scans, picture books are such odd shapes…
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