Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve been checking out the children’s/young adult stacks at the public library. Not the dreary teacher’s books, but the Phantom Tollbooth adventures; the ones that are good to read rather than good for you. These were the books of my youth and these were the books that instilled the love of reading that continues to enrich my life.

Recently, I’ve been checking out the books of Tamora Pierce. Now, these are not great literature. But they’re fast and fun and just the thing for a lazy read. And if someone will just return Briar’s Book, then I’ll have read them all. I could reserve it, but somehow that seems like knocking down a little kid to get to the front of the line.