My mimi is pretty incredible.
I often wonder how much I am like her. I have one of her (five fabulous) names. I have her “pug” nose (or so she says). I can talk a really long time on the phone.
But Mimi is the sort of graceful woman that I’m sure I’ll never exactly be. I make too many toot jokes, and my purse never matches my shoes.
Whether I’m like her or not, I find her stories fascinating (at least the first three times). Did I just slam my grandmother who doesn’t even use the internet? It’s okay. She’d think it was funny. I think.
I was able to interview Mimi for Lydia this week. Check it out HERE.
Mimi has led an amazing life, and I’m so thankful to be a little part of it (and anything like her).
I live for kids’ books. It’s almost a problem. Almost.
If you asked me what my favorite book for adults is, I would have a hard time coming up with something written in the past twenty years. That’s not to say I haven’t read recent fiction, but those stories don’t impact me like children’s books do.
There’s something very unassuming about a kids’ book. Some would say that they operate on fewer levels or that they are more on the nose. Hmm. Well, I would first argue with the “some,” but then I would say that sometimes the most clever, most affective way is to hit something right on the sniffer. Besides, isn’t simplicity wonderful?
“I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.” – L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea (Oh, Anne Shirley!)
Children’s books are like those sweetest days.
Here’s my list of 7 Children’s Books Every Adult Should Read. (They’re all recent middle grade books.)
Here are three recent picture books that I wanted to put on the list, and then didn’t because I didn’t (I’m thuper thmart).
Wherever You Are My Love Will Find You by Nancy Tillman // Oh, gosh. This book is sweet and lovely. Isn’t that what a picture book is supposed to be?
The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore by William Joyce // Heather gave me this book a couple of Christmases ago. I read it out loud, and then cried (in front of everyone). Note to self: destroy Christmas Video 2012.
Pinkalicious by Victoria Kann (author) & Elizabeth Kann // My nieces introduced me to this one. They have impeccable taste.
In the words of Paul Revere: Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming!
We have a tradition in the Miller home of (the kids) taking turns to pick out the Christmas tree. I picked this year’s. It’s gorgeous. The last time I picked a tree was seven years ago (which makes me think my turn was skipped or I’m a liar and picked another one in there). Anyway, the last tree I picked was a thing to behold. A beast. A beaut. A symbol of the magnitude of joy Christmas contains.
(My dad is 6’1″ by the way.)
Oh, and if you want to know what to get
me film lovers for Christmas, this short gift guide might help you out: LYDIA.
It almost NEVER happens, but sometimes the movie is better than the book. No, I’m not talking about Harry Potter, you crazy people. Seriously, people who say the Harry Potter movies were better than the books have not read the series.
Anyway, here’s an article. Nay! An exposé in Lydia Mag where I uncover the five exceptions to the film adaptation norm. It’s shocking! It’s hard-hitting! It’s journalism! It’s… not that big of a deal.
(My deepest apologies to Dad for my turkey soup comment. It remains one of my favorite dad dishes.)
God has a really big sense of humor. Like two-headed snakes and making Justin Bieber, or how my first online article is about running. Pahaha. Good one!