Goddamn, I'm going to have to order it again, aren't I?
Only if the sweet was the only thing turning you off from it. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother.
But mine was delicious and nearly worth making. I burned my hand rather badly while doing it which took off some of the shiny, but it was nummy. And since I still have marsala wine and no idea what else to do with it, I might try again.
THANK YOU!
The Sammy Keyes, especially. From what I glean, her mom is in a nursing home due to a house fire and she and her dad are on their own with nurse-supervised visits. Something making that less scary would be good. So untraditional family situation.
I'm quite fond of this girl and suspect her reading can use prompting, in the funnest possible way, based on her grades (which she showed me. Meep.)
Can I ask, sara, who she is? I need your mom's help with baby and picture books. Not for a while. But eventually.
Only if the sweet was the only thing turning you off from it. Otherwise, I wouldn't bother.
Well, now I need to
know,
is the thing.
When I was 11 I was devouring Marguerite Henry books.
I am Laga. But, that is when I read my first grown-up book, too (Roots), so I was in a weird place, bookwise.
I'm pretty sure 11 is when I started in with the Agatha Christie.
She's the girl who lives across the complex ( I can see her balcony, she mine) from me. I think I called her T here. The one whose play I practiced lines with and then saw this summer, if you were around then. Really, she's Mister Kitty's doter...
My mother will be delighted to give book recs, and probably unload copies she has in whatever direction. As you might have figured out. (Your conversations were so fun. All I knew was you were speaking the same language.) ERIC CARLE! Um...
I love Eric Carle. Allyson gave me a sticker with a dragon from him.
But I think I need to start with board books and foam books. Chewables.
I think that summer (of my 11th year) I started Watership Down. And read it twice over again because I didn't want it to end.
Eric Carle does those. Really! Hungry Catepiller is a classic board book, as is Pat the Bunny. Which isn't Carle, but still! I still recall the smell (baby powder) of that book fondly.
OK, finding out the Amber Alert I saw on the road was the result of the death of the mother, even if the kids were recovered ok, is really depressing. I'd hoped it was just a fucktard custody dispute. So much worse.
I should be to bed now.