We had a terrific set of children's books in very bright cloth-covered hardback editions. Couldn't tell you what the titles were, as I never cracked one open, as I recall. But there they stood, paint job after paint job. Red, Blue, Yellow, Green. Maybe other colors.
I wonder if your talking about the "Red", "Green", "Blue" and "Yellow" fairy story books. I loved them and still managed to hang on to them somehow. They're in my room along with my unabridged copies of the Arabian nights set. If my parents only knew. Those stories (The Arabian nights) are really quite dirty reading material for a youngster. I think most people are used to the watered down versions of the stories.
I used to love the school bookfairs as well. Remember, a couple of months ago I found a copy of one of the books I had as a child from one of them. “Champion Prince Tom” or some such title. It’s the true story of a little cocker spaniel dog. Great read.
Books were such wonderful friends. I spent many a happy hour with my nose buried in a book. My Mom blames my reading so much for causing my poor eyesight but if that was the cause, it was worth it.
Speaking of eyesight, I have to go to the eye doctor tomorrow. Time for my new supply of contacts for the year.
Somewhere along the way I discovered Sci Fi and Fantasy books. Ahh. What a boon that was.
I wish I had the time to spend on my books like I used to. I do read on the bus or at lunch time but not nearly as much as I used to. Someday.
