Showing posts with label Postcards From Puffin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Postcards From Puffin. Show all posts

Saturday, October 9, 2010

PUFFINS!!!

I’ve been reading Edmund De Waal’s ‘The Hare With The Amber Eye’s’ over the last few days – it’s a very personal sort of family memoir and it’s got completely under my skin – to the point that I’ve even found myself thinking in De Waal sentences. I clearly need to put some space between me and this book otherwise anything I write about it will come across as pastiche and I really don’t want that.

Fortunately my much anticipated Puffin postcards arrived this week and are proving just the ticket for generally lifting the spirits. Flipping through these old covers is a delight – both the Scottish one and I have had at least one moment of pure nostalgia – his over a book I’ve never even heard of, me over ‘The Snowman’ which I still remember getting as a child – at least I have a very vivid memory of having it handed to me to look at whilst I waited for my father on his weekly visit to the bank (this was before cash machines and direct debits made this sort of activity sound actually Victorian).

I also remember the Puffin Book Club – the excitement of browsing the catalogue in school, taking it home and begging for books, and finally the books arriving, although I can’t honestly say I remember what they were now. I do remember looking at ‘The Very Hungry Caterpillar’ with my mother, and her choosing Ladybird and Puffin books for us (who would guess that books formed a big part of my childhood).

I love this collection of cards for the fantastic artwork, the happy memories, and for the sheer number that show books I’ve never heard of. I never expected there to be so many I didn’t recognise (and I’m slightly disappointed not to get a Worst Witch postcard – but maybe next time...) I think there’s a very good chance that these will become my godson’s first birthday present – he might be a bit young for writing (though he is of course an amazingly bright young thing) but I think he might soon like the pictures and I can foresee hours of happy chewing, scribbling, and scrunching up and just perhaps the start of a love affair with books which we all know can last a life time.