I love books. I especially love getting lots of books for very little money, and the end of the library book sale for any region offers this nice. Benton County, where I live now, has a progressive list of prices that goes down each day of the three day event. On the final day, yesterday, books are $5 a box.
Here I sit now, eyeing my three boxes of books. Two of them are purely children’s books. I went originally to the sale to look for books I know I want, because I have a growing collection of kid’s books I love and appreciate. However, I just couldn’t resist coming back on the final day to stock up on any and all random kid’s books that looked like they had a shadow of potential.
On the theory that reading what you write will inspire and improve your writing, I’m going to be working through them. Also, considering I want to get into the regular habit of blogging, I’m going to review them.
Since all these are old books, some practically ancient, I feel no obligation to be polite, like I might with new books of up and coming authors. I tend to only review books I love. I expect the library discards are going to have some wretched ones. I plan to say so. I can learn as much from bad kid’s lit as from good kid’s lit.