On a recent adventure to the backyard, Winston discovered the small white strawberry plants given to me by a former writing student, Paddy Eger. This is the first year they’ve really borne fruit and I was excited to taste them.
Notice the use of the past tense, “was.” Evidently, white strawberries are on Winston’s list of foods-not-to-be-resisted. And, because the plants are just the right height for him to vacuum off the tiny sweet berries, there are none left for Neil and me. None.
His earnest harvesting reminded me of that Gary Paulsen quote: “Read like a wolf eats.” And because libraries and newspapers are posting summer reading lists about this time of year, I’m in the reading list frame of mind.
I’d encourage you to read Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, which I really, really didn’t want to like and that I think is fantastic (though not perfect); I devoured Lisa Graff’s Umbrella Summer (I so admire it that I gave it an endorsement); Rodman Philbrick’s The Mostly True Adventures of Homer P. Figg (ignore the awful cover); and a collection of poems for adults, Yellowrocket, by Todd Boss. I plan to finally, finally read Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins), The True Meaning of Smekday (Adam Rex) and the brand new book from first time novelist, Emily Whitman, Radiant Darkness. Oh, and of course I’m dying to read The Small Adventures of Popeye and Elvis, by Barbara O’Connor
So what titles have I missed that I shouldn’t? What are you talking to all of your friends about? Please share!