Chicken Spaghetti asked me what books I’m reading. Since I’m guessing that FBI files, thick documents related to my salaried job, and The Horn Book don’t count, I had to think a little.
Luckily, the previous night, I’d started reading Raymond Wemmlinger’s Booth’s Daughter. And I recently got my hands on a couple of knockout fall titles: Dianna Hutts Aston and Julie Maren’s An Orange in January and Alice McGinty and Wendy Anderson Halperin’s Thank You, World.
I also read the first page of The Grapes of Wrath the other night while 3-year-old F was trying to fall asleep. No offense to Steinbeck fans, but I was pretty tired, and I think I may have beaten F to Slumberland.
And you — yes, you. Don’t go until you’ve commented on what you’re reading. Surprise me.