My son is cramming doing the last of his summer reading now because school starts in just 9 days and he’s not quite done. He’s lucky because his school just wants him to read any old book of his choosing and then write something about it. Back in elementary school the kids had required reading, but he’s in middle school so they let them choose their own books. Of course, even in middle school they have “suggestions,” but my kids never like those suggestions. So my son chose a steam punk alternative history zombie apocalypse set in Seattle (where we just happened to visit this summer), called BONESHAKER. I couldn’t be happier. Every time he sits down to read it brings a tear to my eye.
So as he’s on the love seat reading, he looks over at me on the coach and says, “Whatcha doing?” I mutter, “Reading a manuscript.” He says, “The same one?” I say, “No, I finished that one. This is a different one.” So he says, “How many did you read this weekend?” I mumble, “This is my second.” His eyebrows dart up, eyes growing larger, and he says, “How many pages is each one?! Like or 200, 300?” So I smile. “Yes,” I say. “About 200 or 300 pages each.” Shaking his head in disbelief he says, “That’s a lot of stories to have in your head. You’re like a human library.” I reply, “Yes, it sure is a lot of stories to have in my head.”