Kaethe

Outside it is sunny, but chill and windy with occasional strong gusts. The leaves are mostly gone now, so not so much for the cats to watch with close interest. But every gust causes the lightweight chairs on the porch to move a bit and that hollow sort of wooden noise makes them feel threatened and startled and they have to go see what that was, but there isn't anything.
On such a morning it is a lovely thing indeed to be tucked up in the sun with two blankets (the sofa fabric isn't a good texture) and a mug of coffee (very pale and very sweet) and as many of the cats as I can mediate between, and a stack of books. I had a Santa Raptor cookie for breakfast. This is Sunday morning goals.
And this book, This Book of Mine, is the literary embodiment of this contentment. Stewart and Small are always excellent, individually and together. And there's a charming Small-designed bookplate printed in on the flyleaf. I am a sucker for special endpapers.
So if you happen to be choosing a gift for a child, one who may not have their own books, or maybe doesn't have any yet, this would be a lovely idea. There are a diverse collection of readers portrayed, different ages, different settings, which is always a positive.

This is a library copy, but I have a couple of gift-drives to shop for, so yay, I found just the one to order in bulk. W00t! contentment multiplied by knocking out a little more shopping without having to leave my nest.