An Ode to the Books of My Childhood . . . And to the Ones I Missed by Maggie Bokelman

Sneak-peek from today’s re-blog:

“I remember scenes from the books of my childhood in almost the same way I remember the chapters of my life—viscerally, sensually, emotionally.”

Nerdy Book Club

In the box of things my mother saved from my childhood is an “about me” book written and illustrated by my third-grade self. On one page, a stick figure with a creepy grin and no nose is stretched out on a couch holding a book; nearby is an enthusiastically polka-dotted window. The text reads, “I like...