All right, fools, I've recently completed a few of the books on my long to-read list.
Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle's Magic
I suspect our kids get ideas on how to misbehave from the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books. Within days of reading a chapter, our kids exhibit the same symptoms as the kids in the book. When I unveiled this theory to Crazy Jane, she said, "I don't act like the boy who doesn't like to go to school." But the rest of it (refusing to clean, talking back, not eat, not going to bed) gets worse right after we read about it.
(ASIDE: Why do I call her Crazy Jane?)
This book was pretty good. (That's a good thing for me, since it's the first of a series I will almost definitely be reading aloud.) I guess Crazy Jane is growing up, because it was the first book we've read together that has a "message" (unless you count Stewart's Cape when he's worried about not making friends). I remember getting suckered into reading some "message" books when I was a kid, and I was furious. Like when my parents gave me Pardon Me, You're Stepping on My Eyeball, which seems like it should be a zany, screwball type of book, only to find out it deals with depression. The same thing happened when they gave me There's a Boy in the Girls' Bathroom. When I read those books, I felt like I did when I watched the dance scene in "First Kid." Why does every kids' book have to have a message? No wonder our kids are so militant these days; they're always on with the substance and meaning. Luckily, girls love that kind of crap in their books, so Crazy Jane enjoyed Clementine. Just as long as Sara Pennypacker puts the series to rest before Clementine starts dealing with bras, I'll be fine.
I have two Indian students this semester. A few weeks ago they had cricket bats with them. I asked a little about it and they both offered to teach me to play. (I think it's because they are poor students who hope to get better grades by becoming my friends. The jokes on them, since I'll be their friend and still fail them! Ha!) Anyway, I read this book so I have a general idea of what's going on when I step onto the pitch (if that ever ends up happening). I expect to bowl all kinds of googlies from silly mid off, or whatever.