Weeeeeird — Favorite Books

I’m back. At least I think so. But then again, maybe I didn’t go anywhere, I really don’t know for sure. I was picked up at a Target in Chagrin Falls, Ohio standing in a check out line with an arm full of Don Ho CD’s and oven mitts but I don’t know how I got there… weeeeeird.

When I first began this blog, I promised all who visited a fresh and continuously updated site; something that was a living breathing entity. As of late, a visit to my site could be likened to watching concrete dry. Honestly I tried my best. I could say the dogs ate it but they don’t know my password. Actually, last thing I remember I was cleaning my ears with a Q-tip and pedaling my stationary bicycle. --then PFITZZZZ! Gone!- I was swallowed by a big bowl of lime jello (which might have been OK under normal circumstances because I love lime jello,) but I lost my Q-tip just when I was on the verge of a really major archeological discovery; not National Geographic television special  major but, well, let’s just say it was big.

Funny I never realized before, how being suspended in green gelatin like an extra-terrestrial fruit cocktail, gives you a most astounding perspective. From way up there Michigan looks like a mitten, Italy looks like a boot, Delaware looks like a thumb slammed in a car door and from my vantage point, it’s very apparent that male patterned baldness is definitely not getting the research dollars it should. And that’s not just my observation; the cubed peaches, pears and mushy grapes suspended along with me concurred and they didn’t have a hair between them.

Floating out in space I was profoundly struck by the immense yet fragile loneliness of our blue planet, bobbing in the vast Vichy soup of nothingness. All said, our world, relative to the cold lumpy universe, is pretty unique. Not only because it’s got, water, glue-sticks and Bruce Lee flicks but because it’s got better reading than most of the other planets in our star system.

So, while I was up there I got a chance to peek over the shoulders of several unsuspecting readers to check out some good books and I made a list some of my favorites. And mind you these are no particular order because the titles are like apples and oranges, or fruit cocktail for that matter.

Mercy Watson Goes for a Ride

by Kate DiCamillo.

Any time a story involves a pig driving a car and eating toast I have to pick it up.

 

After Tupac & D Foster

by Jacqueline Woodson

I got the honor of getting to meet and talk to Jacqueline and reading the book is like listening to the author speak to you, live.

Tap Dancing on the Roof, Sijo (poems)

by Linda Sue Parks

I have always been a huge fan of poetry with a gentle twist at the end. The ancient Koreans who developed Sijo were really a bunch of funny guys.

 

Encore for Eleanor

by Bill Peet

I know it’s an old book but no one can draw like Bill Peet.

 

Well, that’s all I have. By the way, if it weren’t for the friendly greeter who escorted me to customer service- I don’t think I would’ve found my way back to my keypad.

It was quite a ride, that’s for sure. But I really need to get back to work, I’m building a scale model of Devil’s Tower out of spackling and it’s starting to set. Curiously I have acquired some new abilities I didn’t know I had; the philodendron on my table understands me now and I can fry bacon on my forehead — well lunch is taken care of.

See ya!

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