The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore.

Yeah, it’s been a long time since I last wrote. What can I say, I’m very busy and/ or important.

But now I’m back because I have to share something with you: I love books.

I know, you already know that from previous posts like this one, and this one, and this one, and if you didn’t then you clearly haven’t been here enough, so you should ignore my apology for not posting lately and sign up to receive updates via rss for the love of God!

Back to my point:  I think books enrich  lives, help us to visualize a better world and expand the minds we live in.  In my house we have books everywhere. Books that are hand me downs, books that are ugly (Brown Bear can bite me), e-book machines, and books that are serious works of art.

Like my new favorite book: The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore.
Stunning.
The story is beautiful, the images are breathtaking. And there’s even an app that you can hold next to the book to discover more about the book. But, wait, there’s more! If you’re not into reading, perhaps you’ve lost both eyes in a horrific knife fight, you can also watch the movie (no, I’m not collecting royalties, I just freaking love this book!) it was nominated for an oscar, which was the reason I heard about the book in the first place.

When I finally reach the top of my mountain and you are reading my book, I hope it will plant the same snippet of beauty in your soul that Morris Lessmore planted in mine.

And now, a snippet from the app: