I’m not making any apologies for a certain three day hiatus I just took, but I will make explanations! My Spring Break just started and while you would think that means I have more time on my hands, it’s quite the opposite- I’m back home in Boston doing lots of housework and cooking to help my parents out during Dad’s post-amputation period. And while that may sound like a no fun kind of break, it’s actually a great relief. Twiddling my thumbs at university has been a bit hard when I know how Dad’s going through a major life change and Mom is exhausted trying to keep up with everything. Being unleashed on this house and allowed to tackle dishes, laundry, vacuuming, and every other chore under the sun is a relief.
I’ve also fallen behind on my reading and movie-viewing, but I’m not missing it because there are more important things I’d rather be doing in my leftover time- namely choreography for Spring Show and studying for an upcoming midterm in Spectroscopic Methods of Structure Determination. And applying to grad schools and jobs, of course.
So I’m back with a short little list about the children’s books I used to read when I was visiting Memom and Pop Pop in Pennsylvania. 🙂 Good times, simpler times.
- More Spaghetti, I Say: Sharply dressed monkeys with a passion for pasta. You know how there are books that you’ve read so few times that you look back on them and wonder if it was all just a very strange dream? Chances are if you can find it on Amazon, it was real. “Oh no, I can’t play. I can’t play with you Freddy. Not now, can’t you see? I am eating spaghetti.”
Pure poetry. - The Monster at the End of this Book: Starring my furry blue stud muffin Grover. Grover continuously through breaks the fourth wall to try to convince you to stop reading, as every turn of the page brings him closer to confronting the monster at the end of the book. Honestly as a child I felt a little sad at Grover’s fear and desperation, but (spoiler) Grover is the monster so maybe he forgives me?
- The Story of Ferdinand: You know, Ferdinand the Bull. Interestingly, because I had never seen this one anywhere else I went through my childhood thinking it was peculiar to my Memom (like ‘More Spaghetti, I Say’ undoubtedly was). It was only when I got more interested in literature as a whole that I realized it is, in fact, a classic (very very deservedly). As someone who is a gentle flower-smelling soul and sometimes feels out of place in a very fast-paced and demanding world, Ferdinand is very relatable.
I hope all is well with everyone reading!
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