I went to the library today. People often recommend books, but I don’t have a good system for storing their information. So I go random. I pick an isle, and look for pretty covers. I haven’t had much luck with women authors, so the ladies get re-shelved. Next I look at the inside jacket. If the author looks like a baby boomer, he’s out. Then I quickly flip through the book. War, sea, and depression-era settings get the re-shelf. After 5 minutes, I’m left with 6 random books, of which 1 might be a winner. Meanwhile, my kids are downstairs in the children’s section, doing who-knows-what.
So I’m reading the first novel today, Angelica’s Grotto. I’ve been reading nothing but blogs for the past six months, so it’s nice to once again read *ahem* real writing. Turns out that Asia and I checked out the same author, Russell Hoban. How’s that for coincidence, huh? Beat that, Chuck Dickens! Asia checked out a bunch of Frances books. Ooooo I love me some Frances. My brother used to have a 45 record of this book:
One Thanksgiving Day we (his kids and I) listened to it a zillion times while laying on the computer room floor, staring at the ceiling. Oh the fun we had! Last year I recorded the book for Asia’s class.
Go ahead, listen to my enthusiasm. I even sing a little. Yep, you know you want to click it now!