Included in my Christmas Giveaway is a thrifted paperback copy of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas," a classic children's book. It was an even better thrift store find than I could have ever imagined.
After we brought it home, I was leafing through it and remembered how much I had wanted to color in the pages of our own copy as a child. But of course, I was raised right.
"Thou shalt not color in the pages of a reading book... unless your brother does it first -- then it's okay, he'll get the blame".
I was five years old. I think it was quite
I was at the college the day after we bought it and I received a phone call that went something like this:
Mom: I have a question for you.
Mom: Did you notice that this copy of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas" is a coloring book?
Me: Seriously?! That is SO cool!
Mom: Yeah. I was taking pictures for you and it says it right on the cover. How observant are we?
As a child, I had an obsessive method of coloring in my coloring books. Everything had to be just so and as accurate to real life as possible. If it was a Barbie coloring book, her hair had to be yellow because Barbie's hair was yellow, not pink or blue or even brown. I was also meticulous about the lines.
I remember once, when I was about five years old, I got mad at my (then fifteen year old) sister for accidentally coloring outside a line in my Cinderella coloring book and told her that her "coloring privileges" were "rebroked".
She gave me the strangest look, probably thinking "Where the heck did you learn the word 'rebroked'? What in the world are they teaching you at that kindergarten? What privileges do you have to get 'rebroked'? Have you been listening to my phone conversations again? Man... I have the weirdest little sister. I'm SO coloring Cinderella's hair Brown while you're asleep." Then she just put the crayons down and walked out of the room and I thought to myself "Man... I have the weirdest big sister".
My only exception was with eye color. Everyone had to have green eyes because I wanted green eyes like my mommy. They had to be forest green regardless of my mother's eye color because no other green was just right. Once, when I couldn't find my forest green crayon and was very upset, my colorblind father tried to console me with "It's not that bad, they're all the same color brown to me." His crayoning privileges got "rebroked" too.
And... back to our original topic:
Not only was "The Grinch" a desirable coloring book, we also had "Horton Hears a Who" and "Yertle the Turtle," all of which were done in two-tone schemes and I thought they didn't have enough colors in them.
When originally looking through this book, I didn't realize that the pictures were supposed to have any color in them.
Who-feast with the Who-pudding and rare Who-roast beast.
There's the Who girls and boys playing with toys and making the NOISE. When I was little I especially wanted to color the Christmas trees and the presents that were everywhere in this. I wanted to make striped and spotted and colorful papers and ribbons and ornaments.
The Grinch is in the fridge taking their feast! I love the General Who-lectric icebox and the way that the Whos stack their eggs. Wish my eggs would do that, don't you? See that fish in the bottom? He shows up again later.
Did anyone ever notice the bunch of bananas hanging from the top of the tree on the right hand side of the sleigh? What the heck? Didn't anyone tell Dr. Seuss that the rum is for the fruitcake and not his stomach? Goodness. See? The fish is in the top of one of the sacks!
This book is just so fun I can hardly keep myself from coloring it all in! If you like this as much as I do, you should go on over to my giveaway and enter to win this and six more lovely Christmas books so that you can start your very own Christmas book advent calendar.
Was there a book you always wanted to color in or that you wish had been made into a coloring book? I had a "Wizard of Oz" coloring storybook that I insisted upon coloring in the monochromatic schemes of the actual book, much to my older sister's annoyance as she just didn't understand.
Yes, I'm quite aware that I was a very strange and meticulous child.
By the way, this is a special 40th anniversary edition (over ten years ago by now) and I'm not sure if they still print the coloring book version. Fortunately, you readers know how to find vintage books such as this.
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