Sunday Book Review: The Velveteen Rabbit, The Babysitters’ Club & The Magic Treehouse
Reviewed today:
You don’t know. You do not know from love until you’ve read “The Velveteen Rabbit” for the very first time with your five- and seven-year-old, and the Older One is grumbling, “This is stupid” and the Younger One is grousing, “That’s not what I wanted to read” and you almost set the book aside and then you get to the Skin Horse. And he only smiles and says…
“The Boy’s Uncle made me Real,” he said. “That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can’t become Unreal again. It lasts for always.”
And you’re only going to read a few pages, but you read the whole thing. And the illustrations are so beautiful, and by the end… the Older One is sighing and tells you, “That was a good book” and the younger one says, “Yeah.” You don’t know from love, until that happens.
Also, you don’t know from love until your husband reads the entire Babysitters’ Club series (all 8,000 of them) with the kids and also the entire Magic Treehouse series (all 8,003 of them) and you don’t have to.
Love. Just love and more love.
Goodnight.
WM
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Because of that book, I totally have a stuffed bunny who is real. I just knew, as a kid, that my toys came alive and talked to each other when I was gone, a la “Toy Story.” Beautiful story, one of my absolute favorite favs.
You are so lucky–I had to suffer through all the Babysitters Club solo.
July 3rd, 2007 | #