The wait is over. It’s officially that time of the year. A time for smoky grills, white shorts, and scraped knees. Summer is also the time when people catch up on their reading (by the poolside or oceanside) and drink icy, sugary, boozy beverages. That does paint a relaxing picture, doesn’t it?
I just finished reading “Bossypants” by Tina Fey, chuckling to myself as I cut some grapes in half for my 19-month-old and read her prayer for her daughter “When the crystal meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half and stick with beer.”
It’s less of a book, and more like a chatty friend with lots of anecdotes.
I am also re-reading The Great Gatsby and finding myself marveling and despairing at the lives and styles of the 20’s Long Islanders.
But the best book of all, and a regular on my reading list, is a story about a messy baby wombat who spends the day running around in circles and what not, only to curl up in a ball and fall asleep at night. The last page has him all cozy and snug with his mom, in a comfy little burrow. My son loves reading about his day. Over and over again. So do I. The book is called Sometimes I Like to Curl up in a Ball and it’s by the famous duo, Vicki Churchill and Charles Fuge.