There is nothing like sharing a book. Every day right after recess I grab a book and curl up on the couch in my classroom. Usually there are at least three squirmy seven-year-olds beside me, four leaning over my shoulders, and 10 or so at my feet. Sometimes on my feet. Such a lovely squish. We read storybooks, poems, non-fiction, magazines, short stories, things they've written, chapter books. Books about magic and wishes and dreams. Books about facts and science; another kind of magic. Books that make us laugh and a few that make us cry. We look at pictures and giggle at silly things. Oh, there is nothing like sharing a book.
Even better. Every night at home. One sofa, one cat, one little girl, one perfect man, one pile of books. Oh, there is nothing like sharing a book. Or twelve.
I've been wanting to post something all week. But. My well is a bit dry, my time a bit short. What to say? Then, I visited a friend. Now I've got it! Thanks, Elk.
The photo was first found here by Irene Suchoki. Her work is amazing. If you would like to hang her art on your wall, she has a sale going on right now.
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