Last weekend, my wife and I went to Portland, Oregon, for a late Mother’s Day getaway. While there, we visited the art museum, attended a play (“Uneasy Chair”) at a small theater, and of course spent a couple hours at the justly famous Powell’s bookstore.
Earlier in the week, I had compiled a lengthy list of “sale” books from the Powell’s website, after which I culled the list through online research of reviews, then made a revised “must buy” list to take with me. The upshot? I bought 20 books for just a little over $60. What a score!
Now, the inevitable (enviable?) problem: what do I read first? My haul ranged from chapter books to young adult titles, though most were middle grade level. I spent Sunday night reading first chapters, trying to decide, and finally settled on Horns and Wrinkles.
An engaging narrative voice, an immediate air of mystery and suspense, a dose or two of humor, a sympathetic main character in an interesting situation—it’s all there, and it hooked me. I would tell you more, but I need to sign off and read another chapter before I start working on my list of chores for the day….
Earlier in the week, I had compiled a lengthy list of “sale” books from the Powell’s website, after which I culled the list through online research of reviews, then made a revised “must buy” list to take with me. The upshot? I bought 20 books for just a little over $60. What a score!
Now, the inevitable (enviable?) problem: what do I read first? My haul ranged from chapter books to young adult titles, though most were middle grade level. I spent Sunday night reading first chapters, trying to decide, and finally settled on Horns and Wrinkles.
An engaging narrative voice, an immediate air of mystery and suspense, a dose or two of humor, a sympathetic main character in an interesting situation—it’s all there, and it hooked me. I would tell you more, but I need to sign off and read another chapter before I start working on my list of chores for the day….