The child and I found ourselves reading this evening of International Book Day—the child various stories from The 20th Century Children's Book Treasury, and myself essays on Sarajevo under siege by Juan Goytisolo as collected in his book Landscapes of War. The child leaned toward me, glanced at my book, and queried: "No pictures in you [sic] book Daddy?" I replied that there were not. This was met with a sigh of resignation: "Oh..." Then I informed the child that one day her books would also be absent pictures, which brought forth another sigh.
We returned to reading next to one another—one book filled with pictures and words, one book filled with words and images.
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