Alfred the Little Bear
Here’s the cover of a book I had almost forgotten about: Alfred Goes House Hunting, in which a tiny teddy bear looks for a home in the woods because the playroom is boring. The story goes that somebody gave it to my parents when they were looking for their first apartment 27 years ago, or something like that. I’m a little hazy on the details, not having been present. When I was little, we didn’t have the hundreds (thousands?!) of children’s books we now have. This one stood out to me because the photography made the story. You can see this in what I suspect is the original Alfred story, Alfred the Little Bear, presented online on the author’s website. I don’t think our copy of AGHH is in very good condition, or it might be worth a lot of money. Not that I’d sell it.
On a related note, I’ve found out what’s wrong with me (via Rhesa):
abibliophobia (\eh-bi-bli-ee-FO-bee-yeh\), n.—The morbid fear of running out of reading material.
Ain’t it great?
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