I forgot how wonderful and comforting a really good MG (middle grade) book can be. But today I am, to put it mildly, not in a good mood. Just exceedingly annoyed and glum. So I left the house and just drove around and ended up sitting in a parking lot reading Flora & Ulysses (this year’s Newbery Winner). This story is about a 10 yr. old self-professed cynic and her friend the superhero squirrel. Or if not a superhero, at least a squirrel who, thanks to a brush with death in the form of a powerful vacuum cleaner, can fly and write poetry.
Ah, this book.
It’s so nice, and I know that in fourth grade my teacher drilled it into our hears that “nice” was a filler word and not a compliment at all, but there’s no better word for this book. It’s just… nice, in the best possible way. Sweet and comforting and like curling up with a blanket and a hot cup of tea. I’m not saying it cured my mood (it didn’t. if anyone can fix my FREAKING ITUNES GAHHH then that might help), but it did help. It is really great.
I strongly recommend it.
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If only Goodreads had a way to somehow note that the book being currently read is a reread…
The correct pronunciation of “colonel” is, without exaggeration, the stupidest thing on this planet
I need to get back into shape. Reading shape. I want a diet that consists of lean, sharp words and soft pages. A diet that can only be satisfied by a minimum of one book a week. Yeah. I want that.
For some reason when I’m working I have less of a desire to read. I’ll have a book I can’t wait to read and it’s just that it takes TIME and I’m like, but I also want to do this other thing… and I have to do this… and and and