Myself on the Shelf by Robb Pearlman

A writer of children’s (and adult) bookspens an essay about his early reading days :-)

Nerdy Book Club

The library was an eleven-minute walk from my house. I know this because I just Googlemapped it and the Internet doesn’t lie about my childhood. Much. But to my kindergarten-aged self, it felt like an eleven-hour walk. Eleven days in the summer, which was when my mother and I walked it most often. Eleven months if you count carrying the bags overflowing with books to and from home. So basica...