I was just doing inventory of some books transferred from another store when I picked one up with a warm, red cover and simple yellow text, “Corduroy”. Suddenly I realized why I was so struck by this book–I had loved it as a kid.

This book was something that my parents read to me when I was, god, I have no idea how young. I’ve remembered every page, though, and by the time I got to the end I was actually tearing up. It’s confusing, sometimes, what things in life illicit that response. Sometimes it’s a smell, sometimes it’s a phone call, and sometimes it’s just an old book.

Luckily we have new copies, freshly inventoried, here at Area Play. If you don’t come and take them away I might have to read it again.