book shelf cleaning

Scan0374Cleaning up the bookshelf, one shelf each time, checking for dust and fluff bugs and other stuff, it feels like the personality of the books are seeping in again as I touch them. I had a friend like Lizzie, maybe more than one, from Eileen Spinelli’s Lizzie Logan Wears Purple Sunglasses; I want to be a lady like Barbara Cooney’s Miss Rumphius, when I grow old; some cheese from R.L. Stine, and more cheese from Are You Afraid of the Dark, a bit of the papery detective-y feeling from the Pizza Spy Mystery (was that what it was called?) and feeling young, so young and a little ill, it used to be one of my favorite books- so was Gary Soto’s The Skirt (hoping that was what it was called),young and younger again, with 10 things I hate about Me, Randa Abdel -Fattah’s style , Virginia Hamilton’s style,  and feeling all musty, old, so old, all in a few minutes, and yet alive on the high seas as a sailor or a hanger on from Captain Courageous, or that grassy feeling of realizing moles and other animals talk, into the wild, or knowing that trains are spectacular- oh the coal engines, not the electric ones we rode to school growing up,  of the Railway Children’s exploits; a bit of flight-y redefined and inspired by the Wright brothers, moldering away in a broken book, and lots of old classics un-classically abridged for literature class more than a decade ago- oh that cover of Far from the Madding crowd was bound to cause a bit of a scandal. Remember now?

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