Around Thanksgiving every year, the kids bring home the November flyers from Santa's bookshop.
Then the hard decisions have to be made. Orders must be placed! What will Santa leave in stockings this year?
For the seven-year-old mystery (mythology?) lover - New Year's Eve Thieves by Ron Roy and Favorite Greek Myths by Mary Pope Osborne
For the ten-year-old bookworm starting a new school - "When Life Gets Tough" value pack including Courage for Beginners and Ask My Mood Ring How I Feel
For the six-year-old who started a Spanish immersion program this year - Loved looking at the Club Leo flyer and chose the Paquete Biblioteca bilingue (but I've bookmarked the Paquete Chicas Valientes for when she's older)
For the four-year-old lego lover - Anything/Everything Ninjago
For the hard to shop for reader - When in doubt, give Guinness
Who's on your list?
Friday, November 27, 2015
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Lost and Found
A post for my faithful readers, um, reader...
Lamenting the loss of a once beloved blog, I took the sage advice of going to Swiss Miss. Once there, I followed a link to bloesemkids. This sent me on to Wimke. In turn, I found hema. And from there, as one of my students wrote this week "wahla": happymakers.
Happily browsing, I've been neglecting my reading.Thus my excuse for not posting the past couple of weeks.
Lamenting the loss of a once beloved blog, I took the sage advice of going to Swiss Miss. Once there, I followed a link to bloesemkids. This sent me on to Wimke. In turn, I found hema. And from there, as one of my students wrote this week "wahla": happymakers.
Happily browsing, I've been neglecting my reading.Thus my excuse for not posting the past couple of weeks.
Friday, November 6, 2015
In Storage
Somewhere in a storage unit in Carrollton, sits a box of books. Well, 236 boxes of books, to be exact.
In one of those boxes, rests a book of essays. Well, two. One has a blue border. The other has a green border. They are pretty hardbacks with thick paper. One of the essays in one of these books is about combining the collections of two readers. I have perhaps posted about this writer. I may have first read her in one of those America's Best...Collections of essays. I'm fairly certain her first name is Elizabeth. Or Mary?
To find out, I could try one of the sources here. Although I have spent fruitless (but comforting) hours here looking for other lost titles I remember reading as a kid. But, this time, I'll just have to wait until January to discover these books again.
Meanwhile, I'm content to read Sarah Ruhl's 100 Essays I Don't Have Time to Write.
On playwriting: "I thought my literary peak was - possibly my unproduced courtroom drama about landmasses, written in the fourth grade, in which an isthmus spoke.
On titles: "Tragedy has proper nouns..."
On interruptions: "But I confess that I had a more humble ambition - to preserve for myself, in rare private moments, some liberty of thought. Perhaps that is equally 7.
My son just typed 7 on my computer."
Now, if only I could find that blog I read once written by a Swiss?Scandinavian? mom who plans parties and makes cool things out of paper.
In one of those boxes, rests a book of essays. Well, two. One has a blue border. The other has a green border. They are pretty hardbacks with thick paper. One of the essays in one of these books is about combining the collections of two readers. I have perhaps posted about this writer. I may have first read her in one of those America's Best...Collections of essays. I'm fairly certain her first name is Elizabeth. Or Mary?
To find out, I could try one of the sources here. Although I have spent fruitless (but comforting) hours here looking for other lost titles I remember reading as a kid. But, this time, I'll just have to wait until January to discover these books again.
Meanwhile, I'm content to read Sarah Ruhl's 100 Essays I Don't Have Time to Write.
On playwriting: "I thought my literary peak was - possibly my unproduced courtroom drama about landmasses, written in the fourth grade, in which an isthmus spoke.
On titles: "Tragedy has proper nouns..."
On interruptions: "But I confess that I had a more humble ambition - to preserve for myself, in rare private moments, some liberty of thought. Perhaps that is equally 7.
My son just typed 7 on my computer."
Now, if only I could find that blog I read once written by a Swiss?Scandinavian? mom who plans parties and makes cool things out of paper.
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