Peanut has always been a book person, but lately – now that she is an emergent reader herself – she has shown a lot of interest in my bookshelves and the books that I have collected on them.  She knows that she’ll be able to read them all someday, and she’s very excited about the prospect of mowing through Mommy’s library.  She still has a lot to learn about book-collecting, though.

Recently I was reading Brensham Village, the second in the Brensham trilogy of memoirs by John Moore.  Slightly Foxed publishes all three (as of June 1, when they will release the third and final installment) in lovely limited editions, and Brensham Village is bound in a particularly beautiful shade of blue, with sunshine yellow endpapers.  It’s a delight to hold and read, but I noticed that something had happened to the spine of my edition, and this hilarious conversation resulted…

Peanut: I like your little book, Mommy!

Me: Thank you! I like it too.

Peanut: Why are you scraping it?

Me: Well, there’s glitter on the spine. I must have put it down in one of your art projects.

Peanut: So? Glitter is good.

Me: Yes, but I don’t want it to be on my book.

Peanut: WHY NOT?!

Me: Because it doesn’t belong on my book. It’s not supposed to be there.

Peanut: Yeah, but it’s better with the glitter.

How can I argue with that?

(For those who are freaking out right now, I did get the glitter off.  There’s a small spot on the top corner of the spine, but I think I’m the only one who would notice it.  I learned my lesson about not putting my books down on the kitchen counter, too.  Peanut, of course, is incredibly disappointed that I scraped the glitter off of the book and has given me up as a hopeless case.)

Do you think glitter makes everything – even book spines – better?