My official title is Reading Ambassador. 'What the blazes does a Reading Ambassador do' you ask? Well its a two pronged job. The first half of my job is helping those who are struggling, learn how to read. A beautiful yet challenging task in and of itself. The second half is the bit I really love though and that is to promote the joy of reading. Something I'm wholly invested in after seeing the difference it has made to myself and my own children. Not quite teacher, not exactly teaching assistant, but somewhere hanging in between.
'Why is she ranting about this' you ask? Well that is a story all on its own.
So I moved cities in early adulthood, spent my life following a certain path not knowing where it would lead me. That I wound up in my job is either a very happy happenstance or fate: simple as.
Imagine though my surprise when clearing out a cupboard at work last year and coming across one of my favourite childhood books.
That might not seem like much, but it was when I looked at the inside cover and saw the stamp of my local childhood library that I was really blown away!
That this book and I would've started out in one town just a stone's through away from each other; only follow different paths which lead us to another, to meet in the same place years later is, for me, a sign that I was fated to do the work I do. Call me melodramatic, I don't mind.
Written by the amazing Babette Cole, who sadly passed away last year it tells the story of Cinderella a little differently. In fact, the description of a royal ball as a rave up had me in stitches, what a wonderful way to liven up a dreary concept!
The wording is fairly basic, no flowery language here. But what it lacks in expansive language it more than makes up for in pace and humour. The illustrations are one-of-a-kind, which is what always marks Babette Cole's books out for me. I used to be a huge fan of Princess Smartypants!
It is down on this challenge as a book from my childhood, book number 3 of my 52 books. A lovely little gem that I'm going to hang on to simply for the fact that it makes me think of home every time I look at it.
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