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.