I was a big reader as a child, and still make regular trips to the library and semi-regular purchases at Half.com. I've been planning out baby J's reading material for a while, collecting books and book ideas since before he was conceived. I am using an old Moleskine notebook that I had taken with me on a trip to London in 2005. I was a children's book buyer for a bookstore at the time, so I wrote down a bunch of great books that I saw at the Tate Modern gift shop to order later. I don't think I looked at the list after I got back, but recently I checked it out and ordered some that I thought looked good. Two came in the mail today, one called
I Saw Esau , which has funny poems and great illustrations, and the Everyman's Library book
Lullabies and Poems for Children. The one book I couldn't wait to buy was a version of Jabberwocky, beautifully illustrated by Joel Stewart.

I wanted it for my future baby's nursery, and now we have two pages being framed!
My next search is for some
Ant & Bee books, which I've heard are being reprinted this year (fingers crossed). They currently are about $100 each used.

Also on his shelves is a book my Dad gave me, which is still one of my favorites. It's an illustrated book of creation stories from around the world. It's perfect for a non-religious Anthropology major.

To end, I wanted to post a poem from the Lullabies and Poems for Children book that I found beautiful.
WOMAN TO CHILD
You who were darkness warmed my flesh
where out of darkness rose the seed.
Then all a world I made in me;
all the world you hear and see
hung upon my dreaming blood.
There moved the multitudinous stars,
and coloured birds and fishes moved.
There swarm the sliding continents.
All time lay rolled in me, and sense,
and love that knew not its beloved.
O node and focus of the world;
I hold you deep within that well
you shall escape and not escape-
that mirrors still your sleeping shape;
and nurtures still your crescent cell.
I wither and you break from me;
yet through you dance in living light
I am the earth , I am the root,
I am the stem that fed the fruit,
the link that joins you to the night.
Judith Wright 1915-2000