An Email From My Mom About the Joys of Her E-Reader
I have been downloading books from the library, which is way cool, because you just delete when you’re through. There’s never an overdue book. Also, I started taking it to the Y in the morning. For a long time I thought I had to protect the Nook or something, but the fact is the Nook is way easier to use on the eliptical than trying to read a paperback. The Nook in its holder/cover (Lily Pulitzer) fits exactly into the lip on the machine. Books don’t do that; their pages don’t stay open, etc., etc. Plus the Nook pages turn by the arrow so they never blow shut from the fan, or some such thing. Another bonus: you can enlarge the font on the Nook, so if the lighting is low or it’s a bad eyes day I can pump it up as needed. Also, I like reading it in bed. You never have to position yourself and your pages, or juggle a big fat copy. The Nook is always the same slim volume. I love you all.
“There were several quiet mummers coming from the men assembled in the room.”—Yes, that’s right. I believe this is where the Mummers all hang out during the year, waiting for the annual Philadelphia Mummers Parade.
“Just give me time and I’ll wipe that expression of your face.”—(I’m not sure… maybe the person had leaned too close to the window, and had left a face print which the speaker had not, yet, had time to wash away?)
Common Denominator in Successful Children's Books: Don't Write Them for Children
A recent New York Times article draws interesting comparisons between uber-successful children’s book authors Shel Silverstein, Maurice Sendak, and Dr. Seuss and asserts the secret to their success is in not only not pandering to their audience, but perhaps to borderline alienating them.