Our recent wanderings in the enchanted lands of Disney, Dreamworks, and Ghibli took us through rewatching The Secret World of Arrietty. Which made me think of another childhood love along a similar theme: The Littles. So I pulled out my DVDs (the 2007 release, apparently, not the 2011 release so I don't have Liberty and the Littles ;_;) and watched a couple episodes.

WOW. It is SO NICE to revisit a childhood love and discover that is has not been visited by the suck fairy! Don't get me wrong, the animation isn't up to today's standards, and the stories are directed at a certain age group and therefore have relatively pointed morals. But the show doesn't make me cringe; it only makes me like it more.

So I poked at the bookshelf in Squiddle's room, which is where all the kids' books got put, and discovered I only had three of the fifteen-plus Littles books. And decided I clearly need to decide what book series I intend to hunt for at thrift and used book stores, because I need to get lists on my phone of, say, which Ruth Chew titles I have.

My driver's license says I'm too old to read and enjoy these books.

I call it a liar.