I realized a thing most books from my childhood have in common is that i want(ed) to eat them. Like not actually, its just the illistrations looks like they’d feel good to eat for my teeth. Its like how I always thought Quibble from Polka-Roo looked delicious.
pretty sure that book described my young life, only it wasn’t colour, it was feel. A hyper-sensitive child is a picky child. Also i think this book is why I had to have and still love my pair of red boots that have given my blisters since i got them and still do. I love them. They are the BEST.
This one I wanted to eat A LOT.
Those 2D cookies look SO much better than 3d ones I have. even just the way the book is bound in fabric and the colours it is makes me wanna eat it. Kinda surprised none of these ever ended up gettin’ chomped.
There was another book by the same author about too much popcorn. That looked yummy as well…
Also books by Robert M Quackenbush, who write tasty looking books.
A book I DIDNT want to eat (likely because it was one of those small thick cardboard page’d book was The Mitt
These are just the more obscure books I liked. Obviously there’s tons more Like Jelly Belly, all Robert Munch ect.
Also it’s come to my attention while doing this that i was an AWESOME child.
Which is tragic, cos I didn’t have any friends at school and i got bullied all the time. But clearly i was sooo cool