Suggested Reading

by Dave Connis

Let the wild rumpus start. —Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are

There was literally no nook or cranny of my life that hadn’t been guided by a book, and, for the most part, it had been an uninterrupted journey.

thought about the books in my locker. I also thought about how I’d already snuck books for most of my life. I was uniquely qualified to be a sneaky book peddler.

And the queso? The only thing stopping me from putting that junk in a thermos and carrying it around with me was . . . Actually, that was a good idea.

I to have a love for Queso