Hey Kat, I have a query you may or may not be able to answer. What might be a good book for an 11 year old girl? I'd like something a little challenging (having listened to her read lines for her Sleeping Beauty play) and engaging, but not too challenging. I know this is soooo much help. I'm thinking funny and urban for starters. I'd love to hand her Julie of the Wolves or something, but that might be too foreign for starters (I have no gauge, I read terribly innappropriate books at that age.) She's a complete sweetheart, and seems young for her age. She picked out the cutest white stuffed bear for me " and Mister Kitty." Awww.
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Thanks! And it's very accurate these days. My coffee intake is probably up by 50% now.
I think I don't care enough about this to make it at home.
And with bon setting you such a strong (if biased) example.
I want to make it at home because that chick in the Crusie book did. In fact, it was Jennifer Crusie that set me on this whole thing, but I feel dumb wrangling the noodles in front of company. So weird sharing a moment food.
Melatonin worked beautifully for me the first time I tried it to help me sleep, and then never again.
I had the same experience, Lee.
sarameg, it's not modern but it's an incredible story about an 11 year old girl. Caddie Woodlawn remains one of the most memorable books of my childhood.
And with bon setting you such a strong (if biased) example.
But vodka gimlets are awesome! I don't think even the epitome of chicken marsala would be my favorite meal.
My power is flickering. There's only slight winds, no storm, none that I know about. FREAKY.
I don't think even the epitome of chicken marsala would be my favorite meal.
What's wrong with you?
Freak.
What's wrong with you?
Freak.
Uh huh.
Cash, thank you! I'd forgotten how I loved that book. (What can I say, I spent the time not reading inappropriate stuff on a serious pioneer and native kick. I viscerally remember driving from the Grand Canyon, window open, wind blowing my braids, imagining myself a cliff dweller. Which is funny, and yet... I still get chills visiting those places, wondering. And now being grateful for my internet and women's lib!)