Loving a Good Book

So, Erik and I talk a lot about not forcing a certain personality or particular interests on Gus or any other future children. He can be a sports player, an artist, a shy guy, a prankster (within reason!). But I do have to say, I would be very disappointed if none of my children loved books.

I'm one of those people. I can't get a Kindle or whatever the other readers are called. I know the arguments for them, but I just can't. When we got married, we had to go through and argue about every duplicate book we now own from combining collection and -- even after weeding through -- we still have three sets of Shakespeare! three!

However, one thing I have not kept around are my childhood books. The one exception is a collection of nursery rhymes that my Godfather gave to me when I turned four. It is so well-loved that the pages are falling out and I believe my favorite poem has already been lost as I can't seem to find it (the spider and the fly).

Now, I am excitedly planning how to grow a collection of childhood books. I know he'll have favorites of his own, but I hope to contribute! I couldn't stand reading books that only have letters, colors and animals (even though he is only 4 months...) so I've already purchased Dr. Seuss books. Gus alternates between laughing hysterically at them and looking at them very very intently. I try to tell him that no matter how hard you look at them, Dr. Seuss books will never make sense.

For Christmas, I'm planning on getting him the Polar Express and Where the Wild Things are. I'm open to all suggestions for little boys who grow up fast.