Motherhood is not for the Squeamish
My sister Ruthie sent me a card with this message for Mothers Day, and it’s so true. Today I’ve cleaned up vomit, diarrhea, and snot, none of which was mine. This is not a glamour gig.
But there are compensations, however brief, like the snuggling of a small, warm head against my shoulder while we read three new finds from the used bookstore:
The Guest by James Marshall
Fox, Outfoxed by James Marshall
Minnie and Moo: Night of the Living Bed by Denys Cazet
For myself, I was delighted to find a slipcased set of Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights by the Misses Charlotte and Emily Bronte, with engravings by Fritz Eichenberg. From 1945, they’re fragile, but lovely to look at. They’ll display nicely on my recently created Bronte/Austen shelf, and bring me much bookish geekjoy.
May 20th, 2008 at 7:18 pm
Cool find on the Brontes! I’m starting to collect various editions of Jane Eyre. Have you seen the edition illustrated by Dame Darcy? Very cool:
http://www.amazon.com/Illustrated-Jane-Eyre-Penguin-Classics/dp/0142005142/ref=sr_1_11?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1211332653&sr=1-11
May 21st, 2008 at 2:51 pm
Hey where is this miracle used bookstore? Sounds great and beats mopping up excretions.
May 21st, 2008 at 7:57 pm
The Dame Darcy has a proud place on my Bronte shelf, (I read it earlier this year) though I was hard put to decide whether it looked nicer from the front or the side, since it’s such an elegant book. I’ve put it spine side out, and the Eichenbergs cover side out. I had to resituate the Austens back into the general library.
And the miracle used bookstore is in the Miracle Mile shopping center: the Half Price Books in St. Louis Park.