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...
Published on May 06, 2018 11:00