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There is a new customer here today, a child, a boy who has sat reading though three volumes of Minecraft while his mother is in plays and poetry. He eventually came to the counter and held up the books. He said that his brother reads them but really only looks at the pictures. He smiles at me, thinking  of someone so little as to only look at the pictures.

He tells me that Minecraft is about Vikings and swords and armour and trading. You have to trade. He says that it’s history without you knowing. His face is lit with ideas and kindness, wanting to share, hoping I would get it. He said that reading the Minecraft books made him want to read Emily Rodda and Rowan.

He tells me there are stones and ropes and you have to help yourself, it’s about the old days and it’s clever. Some kids just play it. But you have to know that it’s history without saying it. I know about the history. Then you will get it. You can build with it, build things like Rome.

The Fabled Belt of Deltora


Today, a young reader, Cody asked me not to forget to find his Boy Versus Beast books and also that his name was spelt with a K, not a C.

He then told me, in detail, the entire plot of the Deltora Quest series and how those kids found that belt of Deltora with the jewels in it, and that I was missing book one: The Forests of Silence, book four: The Shifting Sands and book five: Dread Mountain. Then he told me more about the story and that his favourite characters were Leif, Barda, Jasmine, Kree, Filli and Adin, and that is all of the characters in the books of series one.

His mother said that she didn’t know what he was talking about.

He reminded me that last time he was here, he found a book on the shelf that I said I didn’t have and suggested that I could check the shelves more often and please don’t forget the Boy Versus Beast books, to buy some or something. He said that he would be ok If I didn’t because he was going to have a go at something new….but it would be good if I got some of the beast books anyway. He wrote down the names of the volumes he needed, signed it Kody and drew my attention to his good writing.

His mother said that he already had too many books at home.

But he, unfailingly kind, explained that there was space for more, described where they would go and not be in the way.

When he left he reminded me not to forget about the Boy Versus Beast books and that he liked to tell other people about books.

I said that I did too.