Perfect Picture Book Friday Shares a Book (within a book)Written by a Mysterious Author.

Saturday was the day my dad drove into town to run errands. Saturday was also the day my sister and I climbed into the car to join him. Just the three of us. First, we’d head over to Lang’s News Depot, in the town square, to buy a newspaper. A group of regulars always sat along the counter, drinking coffee and chatting with the owner. From there, Dad took us to the bakery where I faithfully pointed to the bismarcks and savored every blessed mouthful of the sweet doughnut and divine raspberry filling. Next, we’d head to the hardware store where Dad reminded me of a little boy in a candy store. All of those marvelous nuts and bolts and screws and gizmos!

The second to the last stop was always the library. I still remember the feeling of awe, looking out at the vast sea of books and the sound of my wooden chair, squealing across the tiles when I pulled it out to spend time with a book. I can also hear the infrequent “Shhhhhhh.” from the librarian when people spoke above a hush. I chose my books for the week and carried them back out to the car. I’d already read the first pages and couldn’t wait to see if Charlie would find the last golden ticket or if Meg and her little brother, Charles Wallace, would ever locate their father, but we still had one more stop to make before we headed for home…

If you love reading, you already have something in common with the characters in the book I’m sharing with you today.

Title – Library Mouse – A Friend’s Tale

Written and illustrated by  – Daniel Kirk

Published  – Scholastic – 2009

Suitable for ages – 4 to 8.

Topics – Reading, writing, and friendship

Opening – Sam was a library mouse. He lived in a little hole in the wall behind the children’s reference books. Sam loved to read, and he loved to write, too. Everyone loved his little books. But Sam was very shy, and no one at the library had ever met him.

Amazon Review –  View it HERE. Celebrated writer and illustrator Daniel Kirk brings to life the joys of reading, writing, and sharing in this all-new Library Mouse adventure. Sam the library mouse loves to write, and the children love his little books, which he leaves on the library shelves for them to find. But no one at the library has ever met him. When Tom can’t find a partner for a book-making assignment and finds Sam’s secret hole behind the children’s reference section, will the pair be able to work together, or will Sam’s secret identity be spoiled forever? A heartwarming tale about collaboration and creative ambitions, this book will enchant any young aspiring author or illustrator.

Why do I like this book? I grew up with books, and I don’t mean a pile on the coffee table and one in the bathroom. My father built bookcases to hold many books with deep shelves that concealed extra rows of books. Yes, I would pull a book off of the shelf and find another behind it, and another behind that one. The book, Library Mouse, shares a similar love for books by the school librarian, a mysterious author named Sam, and a little boy named Tom. When small, handmade books appear in the library, Tom decides to discover the true identity of the mysterious author. What he finds is (spoiler alert, I’m about to reveal the author.) a mouse. Yes! A mouse who writes books. I think that’s pretty amazing! In time, Tom’s discovery of Sam grows into a rare and precious friendship that truly touched this book reviewer’s heart.

Learn more about Daniel Kirk HERE.

And what was the last stop my dad made on Saturday? 

Every Saturday, my dad visited a florist on the way home. He always took his time to look at every bouquet, always choosing the most beautiful one to bring home to my mom. He never missed a Saturday in over thirty years.

I invite you to visit me next week for The Monday Poems.

Leslie

P.S. If you have a fond memory of the library or a favorite book you read as a child, I hope you’ll share it with me in the comments.

16 thoughts on “Perfect Picture Book Friday Shares a Book (within a book)Written by a Mysterious Author.

  1. I love this post so much. We didn´t leave the farm often but when dad did pack us up and take us to the city, 30 minutes away, we would stop at the library too. I enjoyed picking out a pile of books and taking them home to savour. What a treat. I still get that tingly feeling when I walk into one.

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    • I really needed a smile today, and you gave me one. There is something about taking a trip to the library, meandering up and down the rows of book-filled shelves, reading the spines for a title that intrigues, and finding a book that you can’t put down because the story tucked inside the covers is just that good. That tingly feeling you get when you walk into a library? I get that, too.

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  2. Your Saturday trips with your dad reminded me of mine. But, we didn’t stop at the library. We went to the markets in downtown Columbus to get fresh meat and some produce. We always stopped in German Village to pick up sweet rolls and pecan rolls, and other breads.

    Library trips were with my mother and they were a different direction. I loved the children’s programs they had and always got my books. I remember among my favorites, Pippi Longstocking and the Little House series. I also loved the bookmobiles during the summer months, which were just as exciting to me.

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    • I remember checking out the Little House books from the library, too. The stories transported me to another time and place that I wanted to know more about. And Pippi Longstocking… Those were my go-to books when my mom tucked me into bed when I had a fever. That carefree little girl with a one-of-a-kind view of the world always helped me feel better. Gotta say that your visit to the market for sweet rolls and bread sounds perfect. Few things in this world can top the good smell of fresh-baked bread. Mmmmmmmmm. 🙂

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  3. Wow! My first thought is: How did you know where to look for a book?! Did you have them shelved by subject matter? Or did you just have a good memory? I envy your access to books as a child. I lived on a farm, and had a few books, but not many. I recall going to the library before I went to school, but after I started school, those trips stopped. My mom went to work, so both my parents worked “day jobs” while farming in their “spare” time. So there were no bookshelves for me to wander through. Contract that with my aunt’s house, where everything was a bookshelf. She used to take me to garage sales and library book sales when I was older. She was my role model for reading. My parents were focused solely on doing…although my aunt became a widow with five boys (the youngest was my age) when I was in first grade, and she kept a garden, sold the produce to a local Catholic school, drove a school bus, and had milk cows. So reading most likely kept her sane at night. But I’ve digressed from libraries, haven’t I?

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    • I totally loved all that you shared about your childhood. I’m glad that you had an aunt who understood the importance of reading and made sure you had books to read. As to the organization of the bookshelves in my home, that allowed for three levels of books on each shelf, my dad organized the shelves by subject matter from violin making, astrophysics, planets, poetry, and more. He had a notebook in which he marked down the location of his books. I was always amazed at how quickly he found what he was interested in reading each night. Those wonderful days of my childhood seem so long ago. I often wish I could go back.

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  4. Leslie…I adore this post! I fondly remember Sunday mornings – walking with my dad to the corner grocery on Avenue D in NYC…he’d buy a half pound package of Dorman’s Endicott Swiss cheese, a half pound of Oscar Meyer bacon, a package of Thomas’ English muffins, and a copy of the Sunday Daily News. On the way home, we’d pass the vendor who doled out Charlotte Russe – that divine cardboard wrapper filled with gold cake, a huge dollop of whipped cream, and topped with a Maraschino cherry. We’d make our way home where my mom would make a wonderful breakfast of bacon and eggs…and my dad would pull out the Sunday comic section as we gathered around to hear him read Dick Tracy and Moon Mullins and Little Orphan Annie all the rest of the strips that were popular in the early 50’s.
    Thanks so much, Leslie, for rekindling that lovely memory.

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    • Dear Vivian,
      I’m loving all of the memories everyone has shared about their weekend outings to the market or the library. Those Thomas’ English Muffins were the best–all golden and toasty with melted butter running through the millions of nooks and crannies. Oh, how my gluten-free life misses those! I feel as if I missed out on something divine based on your description of the Charlotte Russe. Every mouthful must have brought a spontaneous smile. At my breakfast table, we also passed around the comic section. Sometimes my sister and I took out our silly putty from the little red plastic eggs it came in and pressed the putty over the comics to make an imprint we could stretch. On a side note, Chester Gould, who wrote the Dick Tracy comics, lived up the road from me. Sometimes, my mom and I went to their house for tea and grownup conversations that didn’t hold the interest of a ten-year-old girl. 🙂

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