The Curse of the Summer Reading Project
I wrote this over two years ago, yet it’s still completely relevant today. Nothing changes…*sigh*
I have come to the conclusion that there are two types of people in this world. Those who squeal in delight at the sight of a bookstore or library (having to go change their underwear because they have peed when they discover their favorite author has put out a new book), and those who would rather have their nipples gnawed off by rabid coyotes than read a book.
I am, of course, of the former catagory while my husband is of the latter. This difference is not as significant as our Mets/Yankees rivalry, however, it has created a problem that we did not anticipate with procreating. We’ve created a child who falls in the catagory of what can only be plainly labeled as a “book hater”. It’s not too much of a problem…until summer, that is. Oh yes, it’s that time of year again. The dreaded summer reading project.
Who…
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