So, I've been doing a lot of writing all at once.
this post is really a note from the past.
I'm going to be going out of town this week
and I'm writing all of the posts
(cactus garden, seeds, books)
all at once.
I generally write posts a bit in advance,
but never this much.
It's actually a little overwhelming.
But, in writing so many posts at once,
I've noticed something.
It's more difficult to write about books I've already read.
Let's start with Mr. Howe.
Mr. Howe is a repeat offender now.
That's exciting, right?
And the animals on his cover are kind of cartoon-y,
which should totally open us up to some funny comments.
I can't do it.
I still remember the first time I read Howliday Inn.
And how excited I was that there were more books
with the same characters.
Series were one of the best things about reading.
You could get to know characters.
You could read them again and again.
You could fall in love with far away places and solve mysteries.
Okay, I never actually read any of the Nancy Drew books,
but I'm pretty sure my older sister did and maybe my younger sister.
I don't think I read this next book, either.
(F.Y.I: it's called Fifth Grade Magic.)
I did always want to have a tree house
(like in Libby on Wednesday).
And I did imagine what it would be like to live on deserted island.
In fact, I tried to write a truly horrible musical about living on a deserted island.
I thought it was great at the time.
Being nine was awesome.
I wish I had known it at the time.
So, if I'm not funny enough for you
during this week or this bookcase,
I can't do much about it,
I'll tell you about the story I wrote
with the big ear that lead into another world someday.