Relax, I can promise you right now I will not actually be showing you a book of the week. Or anything of the week for that matter. That requires way too much commitment and organisation. I am much more likely to talk about whatever sparkly thing just caught my eye (uh oh… professional blog career fails to launch).
The Fourteen Bears Summer and Winter. I had a copy of this book when I was little. I adored it.
It’s about a family of bears and their lives in summer and winter (obviously). Each bear has its own tree with bedroom decorated just how they like it. I had my favourites. I loved the fish in the pond and the different flavoured honeys. Coconut honey? Don’t mind if I do.
The fish undo her ribbons. Those wacky guys. She doesn’t eat them.
In winter they go to a farm and ogle the gifts under the tree and trash the snowman. Proper bear behaviour.
I whined for years about not having my copy any more. I finally found the name of it by googling “bear family in summer and winter” or something like that. You ask and Google will provide.
Then I found out how much it cost on Amazon. Cue a couple more years of whining, weeping and wailing. Anyhow, I had a moment where “Rockefeller me” gagged “sensible and frugal me” and told me I deserved it. I’d like to tell you someone gave it to me but, hey, that someone was me.
I DID get an old copy with a few pencil marks in it for a “fairly good price” (ie heaps less than what is up on Amazon at the moment) but no fibbing, it’s on the “don’t play with me much” shelf.
I know things can’t make you happy… and generally I’m a happy person anyway… but every time I look at it I get just a tiny bit happier.