Officially done

The book storage room where I teach is an inappropriate place for a toddler to play. Hundreds of books balance precariously on ancient shelves whose structural integrity is questionable at best. It's dusty. It's also an old bathroom.

Hmm? Yes, an old bathroom. The fixtures have been removed, but you see those blue tiles on the wall and that bathroomy floor. Students at this school read books stored where their scholarly predecessors once pooped and smoked.

So Lyla sat on a box and colored on an upside-down plastic tub while I inventoried a play (Our Town), a novel (Slaughterhouse-Five), and a memoir (Black Boy). If you're looking for good stuff to read this summer, then (avoid this blog, ha ha) these three titles would serve you well.

I'm officially done for the summer. Very exciting.