Do you remember Golden Books? Well, I scored a The Golden Treasury of Children’s Literature a long time ago at a garage sale – like this musta been in 1988 or something – and I’ve had it in my life a long time.
Last night, I busted it out for bedtime reading with my 4 year old daughter. (I’ve been waiting years for this day.) And let me tell ya something, those who say that the smell of books is a meaningless, BS reason that printed books will be able to stick around in the onslaught of eReading probably don’t have many editions of text from 1947 laying around their house. Cause let me tell you… that is one cool book.
I can’t even begin to rave about the attention to detail. High quality paper. Unique, interesting drawings. (Everywhere! I mean what art! And what character!) Not a page left unused. Matter of fact, not a page left unloved by the publishing house.
The book rocks and the first thing I noticed when I took it off the shelf was… wait for it… the smell. That’s right, the splendiferous odor of literary fumes. It hit me like the soft punch of a childhood pillow in my face. You know the kind, the one that makes you instantly think, “Hit me again.”
My daughter noticed the smell immediately as well. No prompting, either. And she found it delicious. What a nice memory in the making for me, each of us taking turns to sniff the soothing scent of the spine.
As for the content, it’s spectacular. Snow White, Cinderella, Rapunzel, Winnie the Pooh, the Wizard of Oz, Alice in Wonderland, Aesop’s fables, Grimm’s fairy tales, Lewis Carroll, Rudyard Kipling, stories from the Arabian nights, and on and on and on. 544 pages worth of magic.
Indeed, it’s gonna take us years to get through the whole thing. And I don’t think either of us minds that one bit.
Yep, I am a giant fan of the iPad but I gotta say, printed books and eBooks are going to co-exist because there is something special about what Johannes Gutenberg pioneered that has immense staying power. And moving into an either/or world is just not where I want to live.
Golden Press Publishers, they don’t make ’em like you used to. As Edith and Archie Bunker used to sing, “Those were the days.”