Wait, I'm supposed to be reading books, too?
Chicken Spaghetti asked me what books I'm reading. Since I'm guessing that FBI files, thick documents related to my salaried job, and The Horn Book don't count, I had to think a little.
Luckily, the previous night, I'd started reading Raymond Wemmlinger's Booth's Daughter. And I recently got my hands on a couple of knockout fall titles: Dianna Hutts Aston and Julie Maren's An Orange in January and Alice McGinty and Wendy Anderson Halperin's Thank You, World.
I also read the first page of The Grapes of Wrath the other night while 3-year-old F was trying to fall asleep. No offense to Steinbeck fans, but I was pretty tired, and I think I may have beaten F to Slumberland.
And you -- yes, you. Don't go until you've commented on what you're reading. Surprise me.
Luckily, the previous night, I'd started reading Raymond Wemmlinger's Booth's Daughter. And I recently got my hands on a couple of knockout fall titles: Dianna Hutts Aston and Julie Maren's An Orange in January and Alice McGinty and Wendy Anderson Halperin's Thank You, World.
I also read the first page of The Grapes of Wrath the other night while 3-year-old F was trying to fall asleep. No offense to Steinbeck fans, but I was pretty tired, and I think I may have beaten F to Slumberland.
And you -- yes, you. Don't go until you've commented on what you're reading. Surprise me.
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