Not to sound overly new age hippy but it’s my solemn belief that the human existence is a metaphorical house. The bricks and mortar represents the body and physical matters. The furniture and decorations represent our experiences and memories. The bookcases represent the soul.
As a result of this, I believe we all have books that we’d put on the bookcase of our soul, hardbacks and paperbacks that comprise who we are today. Here are seven of mine:
The Gruffalo by Julia Donaldson
Why not start with the beginning? The first book I remember falling in love with, even as a mewling infant, was The Gruffalo. For the unblessed amongst you, this wonderful picture book tells the tale of a little mouse who just wants the quiet life, but is forced to talk his way out of several dangerous situations along the way. Its easy rhyme structure and incredible illustrations…
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