Les Betes Que J’aime by Louv’a
My rating: 5/5 cats
oh, my goodness, this book…
this was one of my very first books when i was little, and back when i was three, i knew the french words for animals as well as i knew them in english. this was a gift to me from my french babysitter who watched me while she tended to the animals on her mini-farm, and while there were some problematic, eye-opening life lessons there for me at such a delicate age, this book remains a treasured memory for me, and just coming across its jolly red cover again, online, after all these years, not knowing where my own copy went off to (but suspecting it is in one of the 20 or so boxes of children’s books in my dad’s garage—the boxes i both want to go through very badly but am also dreading the nostalgia-wave of actually going through).
as soon as i learn how to make my credit card speak french, i am going to gift it to myself this time, because i can handle a tiny nostalgia-bump, if not the wave 20 boxes will destroy me with.
here comes a wave…
les chiens!
ah! les chevreaux! (les chevreaux mal)
le moineau!
and this one is the harshest memory, if you know my life:
thank god for the internet, which allows a person to actually buy back their memories.
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