Ugh.
I am feeling very dull this afternoon. It's hot and sweltering outside -- come on, thunderstorm, and be done with it! Hambet is just puttering around munching on a cracker.
This morning we took my husband to a doctor's appointment and then dropped him off at the Metro. After that, a few random errands, including a stop by Borders -- it occurred to me that we don't have a copy of the Three Little Pigs and that perhaps it is time to introduce Hambet to the story.
A search on Amazon reveals over 250 editions of the Pigs -- Cajun pigs, revisionist pigs, lavishly illustrated pigs, and so on. Borders didn't have any copy in stock, but that's okay -- the saleswoman was looking for it among the expensive picture books and that isn't quite what I was looking for.
I wish Little Golden Bookswere more widely available -- that's the kind of thing I was looking for. When I was little (back when phones had dials, televisions had antennas or rabbit ears, and dinosaurs roamed the earth) many of our books were little and inexpensive but still had good stories and nice illustrations. Nothing clever or postmodern, just the Three Little Pigs, the Billy Goats Gruff, stories about fire dogs and penguins at the zoo...stuff like that. I know that we're supposed to Encourage Reading In Our Children and all that, but it would be easier to do that if you could get nice, sturdy books at a reasonable price.
