And so it begins. When else will you get the chance to use as an excuse, “I’d love to, but I have to read all weekend.”
Happy reading, everyone!
The Rundown
One of the bestselling preschool books of recent times was Walter the Farting Dog. At the same time, the American Library Association named as one of its best books Michael Rosen’s Sad Book, a book in which Mr. Rosen talks about his despair over the death of his son. I believe that, for most of us, what we want lies somewhere between a flatulent canine and overwhelming grief.
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1 comment:
MotherReader, I do want to join you, I do. But I have to offer the pitiful excuse of getting ready for a move across state lines. Pffft. I know. I'm such a terrible kidlit-blogger, not ceasing in my efforts to fit everything I own into one car in order to read for 48 hours straight.
I'll do it next year. You ARE doing it next year?
The Bibliovore
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