My wise momma started a passion for the written word in me before I can even remember. Our home was always scattered with books, and the largest piece of furniture in my bedroom was a bookshelf. Some 30 years later, I still find myself lost in a sea of imagination on a daily basis. I’ve always been interested in becoming a book reviewer. (Paid to read? What could be better!) While the book reviewer gig has yet to work out, I figured practice makes perfect! Here you’ll find my thoughts and commentary on a myriad of titles. Starting with the book that started it all: Big Sarah’s Little Boots by Paulette Bourgeois.
Big Sarah’s Little Boots
I think I probably drove my sweet, patient momma a little loopy from reading this book over and over and over, again. Alas, when the book is this good and you haven’t yet learned to read it yourself, what else is there for a wee tot to do? Splashing around in puddles with her favourite pair of yellow rainboots during a rainy day, Sarah was my heroine.
I was a fair-weather child. Jumping into a mucky puddle – rainboots on or not – was not my idea of a good time. My little heart wanted it to be, though. I grew up with a father who liked adventure, a fearless mother and a wild little sister. I so badly wanted to be like them, but the threat soaking wet pants and cold toes left me no choice but to walk around the puddles. It was in this book that I discovered the joy of living vicariously through someone else. Big Sarah and I jumped through puddles and played together day after day. She with her bright yellow boots and me with my warm, cozy socks.
The very first ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ book! A young child, her book-loving momma, her little sister and the family dog, tucked in the sheets reading about Sarah and her growing feet is a memory I’ll cherish forever.