Charlize | Week 13 | Throwback Thursday
Absolutely voracious caterpillar with its big, buggy eyes.
Let’s have a little blast to the past shall we?
Then things got a little more advanced as I started reading works such as “The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse.” There's many renditions of this story, but I adored the illustrated ones with a more texturized watercolor style with a very “homey” feel. A simple, lovely story about two mice that experience each others’ lifestyle for a day before ultimately deciding they’re content with their current way of life. Town Mouse and Country Mouse are so happy, so satisfied with everything they have, lacking the insatiable greed the gluttonous caterpillar had.
As I grew older, I didn’t need color anymore! My attention span was good enough for black and white images!
And so, shortly after Zootopia became my favorite movie, I became fascinated by Fantastic Mr. Fox by Roald Dahl. Dahl’s sketchy lines aren’t exactly my favorite, but there’s something just so whimsical about his drawings. The varying thickness of lines, shading resembling ink stains that range from pitch black to a wispy, smokey grey, the plaid overlays that look good on the walls, clothes, and bushes; this “organized chaos” is incredibly fun and full of action. When Mr. Fox’s tail got shot off by the three crazy gunmen, I was so genuinely devastated, jaw dropped from such cruelty. While the caterpillar may be a selfish little thing, Mr. Fox bringing a lifelong supply of cider and chicken and geese and ducks to his family and neighbors by risking his life is genuine selflessness at its finest.
And as time went by, the pictures disappeared. I was capable of reading full books! Without images!
There are so many stories I can still relish, characters that I grew fond of, worlds that I can vividly imagine. There are memorable words and passages that I read with tears in my eyes, I believe as great stories should be able to make me cry. But there’s something different about those childhood books that are embedded in my brain, worming its way around my mind as I reflect on the literary classics I have read throughout my life.
Hi, Charlize. I genuinely love the format of your blog this week. “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” was definitely my jam as a kid. I also totally forgot about “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?" so thank you for the reminder. I always thought that authors of childhood books deserve all the happiness and riches in the world. Books like Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Dork Diaries, Percy Jackson, and I Funny radiate joy into millions of children’s childhoods per year. The authors create cultural phenomena that stay with their readers for their entire lives. For example, I’m assuming that all the books you write about here haven’t been read for years. The initial experience was enough to stay with you and make a meaningful impact years later. I have the same experience and can credit a lot of childhood happiness to these authors, though they’ll likely never know that. Though some of these books, like Diary of a Wimpy Kid and Dork Diaries, are arguably brainrot, they still ignite the flame of little kids into their love of reading. The same way you described your ascension into more advanced books, the brainrot can be the pathway to greatness.
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