Day 39
Besides a few tears from A. when I refused to let him pick a
pink foam pointer finger over a book, day two at the book fair was thankfully
uneventful.
On the far wall across from the cashiers, teachers list
books they’d like purchased for their classrooms. It's something I missed in the chaos of yesterday.
The book fair presents an opportunity for them to expand
their classroom library. This “wish list” ranges from picture books to chapter books
from non-fiction to fiction. I opt to forgo my daily pumpkin spice latte and
purchase a book for a kindergarten class.
Easy. Day
39. Done.
Talking of books, I’m struggling through that brick I’m
reading for my neighbor. Looking
at the author’s photo, I imagine him pouring himself into his novel. At 84, it’s a safe bet that this may be
the only book he writes. I want to
give it the respectful attention it deserves. It’s hard not to be pulled into a story when you feel the
writer’s heart in every word.
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