I’m feeling smug because although we’ve packed bathing suits, sunscreen, bikes, tennis rackets and thousands of board games to ward off rain, my boys have realized that packing beach books is as necessary as packing underwear.
For a while Drew was stuck on the Magic Treehouse books and he steadily read through the series until he had tackled the last one. Now he’s turned his attention to Lunch Money by Andrew Clements, along with his other books, such as The Report Card and Frindle.
Honestly, I’ve spent so long restricting their TV viewing and banning video games that he could be reading Playboy and I’d be equally excited.
Meanwhile, Porter, having made his way through the silly adventures of Captain Underpants(apparently that’s where he learned that “starch is the enemy of underwear!”) is now engrossed in James and the Giant Peach and has packed Matilda and The BFG for further reading. Aunt Lulu loved the latter book so much that she named her pet fish “BFG” for “Big Friendly Goldfish,” of course, and so I always forget that the BF in the book is actually a Giant and not a fish at all.
(I have the same problem with a popular type of sportswear, called Under Armour, but which I persist in referring to as ArmorAll , which is a car-cleaning product that’s been around since I was a child. Everytime I ask the boys about their ArmorAll shirts they look at me as if were hopelessly uncool, which I suppose I am.)
Currently I have a stack of five magazines and eleven books (I’m trying to whittle it down to five), set out to hide in the crevices of the minivan. The stack includes A Thousand Splendid Suns which has gotten rave reviews.
I have missed Several Virtual Book Clubs but since I’m heading to the beach, why don’t you re-read numbers one, two, three, four, five, six and seven and then laugh when I tell you that Bill has set out The Alienist for his beach reading?
Leave a comment– will this be the vacation where he finishes it? What books SHOULD we all be reading, or avoiding?
Also: pray for our trip down. The latest sound emitted by the van is reminiscent of the feedback produced by Jimi Hendrix during “The Star Spangled Banner.” Apparently starting the car and putting it into gear makes it long for Woodstock. Despite the cracked windshield and orange dents, it’s not nearly that old. I think it’s just caught up in all the hoopla about the Summer of Love.