My brother found this birdhouse, made from the pages of my favorite childhood book The Monster at the End of This Book, at a local antiques store. When he text me the picture and asked if I wanted him to get it for me, my reply was something along the lines of, “Do kids hate broccoli?…Yes, please get it!”
I still own my original copy of this book—notice the scribble marks on the right which I only saved for my favorite books.
Basically, Grover (aka the best Sesame Street character ever) finds out there’s a monster at the end of the book, so he does everything he can to keep the reader from turning the page. In a shocking twist even Grover didn’t see coming, it turns out he’s the monster at the end of the book. And thus began my love of ironic literature!
I can still hear my mom’s voice when she made Grover scream dramatically, “You turned another page!”. I definitely plan to carry on the tradition with Finn and any other kiddos that come along. I tell you…well-dramatized books are better than NBC’s primetime line up. 🙂