The Borrowers chronicles the lives of teeny tiny people who live in the nooks and crannies of a house in 19th century London. The Borrowers make their existence by “borrowing” goodies from the Big People — a fish bone becomes a needle for sewing, a cigar box becomes a bedroom, stacked matchboxes become a chest of drawers, and on and on.
Reading through the charming little story, I remember how much I used to love it, and how I really, really wanted there to be Borrowers in my house. It was partially scary and partially exciting, but mostly it seemed like a good excuse for all of the little trinkets that I would lose. In any case, it’s kinda fun to revisit your childhood faves as an adult. Leave a comment and let me know what your favorite books were as a kid! xoxo