tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364291179591360226.post7300901676695042808..comments2010-08-29T00:29:36.354-04:00Comments on The Write Bunch: HC: SharingThe Write Bunchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03727478282179080964noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364291179591360226.post-90451295490937874582008-08-23T02:10:00.000-04:002008-08-23T02:10:00.000-04:00I loved books growing up ... still do. But it's be...I loved books growing up ... still do. But it's been a while since I was so completely transported by a good book. I'm in "nibble" mode for the last several months and really can't remember the last novel I read. Which one it was.<BR/><BR/>When I was in 6th Grade, our teacher (whose name escapes me at the moment) began to read to us from "James and the Giant Peach" when we returned from our lunch activities. It was a great way to settle us into the room again.<BR/><BR/>The summer arrived just before the book ended. She planned it that way, of course, and when we protested that we hadn't heard the end of the story yet, she recommended that we get the book and finish it ourselves. Perfect.<BR/><BR/>Oh, Holly, and your 14-year old? That's magic.<BR/><BR/>-AV-The Write Bunchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03727478282179080964noreply@blogger.com