My parents were avid readers and lovers of all things book. They kept every book they have ever owned and their complete and total inability to let go of anything coupled with their indiscriminate acquisition of every book on the planet has resulted in some interesting finds. I’ve decided to share several of these fantastic gems with you today. The first is a book about squirrels.
My parent’s extreme obsession with squirrels contributed to this book, several squirrel feeders in our backyard, and a constant need to keep up on our rabies vaccinations. Now, we’re off to Korea.
Despite what I might suggest, this book is not racist and is actually a pretty interesting read describing interracial marriage and life in pre and post American occupied South Korea. Still, the title is hilarious.
Apparently, this book was very unsuccessful since my dad lived and died bald. Hopefully, I will not succumb to the same fate. Of course, I’m talking about baldness. Death would be fine.
This woman’s ability to get published will be a constant reminder of my continued failures in life.
Popularized by quakers and coming to a Victorian era Toys R’ Us near you, these exciting dolls are every budding Quaker or pilgrims dream come true. A swift pull of the mechanized string of the doll on the left will activate a butter churning motion.
I can assure you rug weaving is not for everyone!
This book would make a fantastic gift for any crafty great grandmother or aspiring afghaner. Fun fact: looping afghans around decorative fountains does not make them more enchanting.
BOOKS THAT DON’T SUCK!
The following books do not suck and I will now brag about having them in my own collection.
This book is a first edition hardbound in good condition. If it were signed by Charles Lindbergh himself I would have it hermetically sealed in a tiny glass case like Superman’s lost city of Candor.
Another great find filled with amazing illustrations that has somehow managed to keep itself in at least fair condition despite hundreds of years of wear.
My mother read this book to me as a child and after welcoming our daughter into the world I have been scouring every square inch of our house in search of it. Its sentimental value makes it the most priceless book in my collection and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. If it were signed by my own mother I would hermetically seal it in a glass jar that was encapsulated by a second glass jar and several men with machine guns. Clearly, a book’s value is never measured in dollars. My mother passed before she was able to meet my daughter and it brings a great amount of joy to know that they will meet every time I open the pages of this book and sit down to read it to my own daughter every Easter. I hope you enjoyed these fantastic and not so fantastic books and I hope to hear about your own treasured words in a comment below.