We have book jacket graveyards all over our house. There’s a large one in Isabelle’s closet. There’s another one in our exercise room’s closet. There are some that live in the classrooms of an elementary school as classroom decor. There are even some book jackets hiding in her playroom atop her shelves. (Let me be honest: There are many that have probably been recycled into other things since the there were too many book jackets to house in our home about a year ago. Yes, I ‘threw away’ book jackets. I can’t tell you how badly I feel about that now.)
Isabelle’s disdain of book jackets goes back to 2012 when she had enough dexterity to remove them from the hardcover books they protected. She didn’t seem to care that they looked nicer with the jackets on. As soon as a new book entered our house, she would immediately remove the jacket in haste and toss it to the side. It irked me to no end, which I suppose is why she kept doing it.
But then Little Elliot, Big City arrived. She removed the book jacket. I groaned.
“It’s not the same,” she remarked. She flipped between the plain blue book cover with a solitary elephant and the book jacket with a NY cityscape and Little Elliot.
“You’re right. They’re not the same. The book jacket has much more detail. Why don’t you put it back on?”
“No,” she dismissed me.
“I’m worried that Little Elliot is going to get cold,” I said, completely b.s.-ing her.
“Oh,” she looked concerned.
Then, ever so slowly she grabbed the book jacket. She placed it on top of the book. “Get warm, Eh-wee-uht!”
“I think you’ll need to put the book jacket back on if you want to keep him warm, Isabelle.”
She tried to wrap the book jacket around the book, but seeing as she’d never done this before, she was unsure of how to get it back on. “I can’t!” she exclaimed.
“You can’t do it yet because you’ve never done it before. Here, let me help you.” I showed her, step-by-step, how to get a book jacket back on to a book.
“Little Eh-wee-uht is warm,” she said.
“Yes, he is warm,” I replied, satisfied.
“Keep your jacket on, Eh-wee-uht!”
“Will you help him keep his jacket on, Isabelle?”
“Yes, I wuv Eh-wee-uht. I keep him warm,” she replied.
“I will keep him warm,” I corrected.
“I will keep him warm,” she parroted back.
“Yes. PLEASE!” I said.
It’s been about five days that Elliott has kept his jacket on. It’s the ONLY book of Isabelle’s that’s wearing it’s book jacket. And that makes me one very happy book-jacket-loving person!