I grew up with this Richard Scarry print blanket. It was of busy town or whatever he called his little animal town. Everybody doing things. I spent a long time staring at the pictures on that blanket.
I don't think I ever read a proper story of his: all the things I read were these listicles before there were listicals (he'd write books about the alphabet or books cataloging all the quotidian stuff of a normal middle class life). I don't think I ever actually liked any of his books, but they were always there. I think late by '70s early '80s he had pretty much cornered the kid market.
I grew up with this Richard Scarry print blanket. It was of busy town or whatever he called his little animal town. Everybody doing things. I spent a long time staring at the pictures on that blanket.
I don't think I ever read a proper story of his: all the things I read were these listicles before there were listicals (he'd write books about the alphabet or books cataloging all the quotidian stuff of a normal middle class life). I don't think I ever actually liked any of his books, but they were always there. I think late by '70s early '80s he had pretty much cornered the kid market.