I'm sick this weekend and holed up at home. I have movies, books, and baths, but no coffee, which is too bad because I also have work. This sickness snuck up on me quick - a classic sneaky summer cold - and I am grumpy about it. At the same time, I think it might be good for me to spend some time doing exactly nothing. I run around a lot, filling ( Read more... )

Bridge to Terabithia was the first book that ever made me cry, and it's still the only one that's had me bawling. I was probably 11 or 12 at the time, a constant reader who brought home library books in knee-high stacks. I was reading through the youth lit. section, doing most of my learning about other kids through the stories of authors like ( Read more... )