My daughter has a dream invention. It's called the Book Claw. Here's the idea: you think about which book you'd like to read, send a silent mental message out, and the Book Claw does the rest of the work. Want to read Tracy Barrett's SHERLOCK FILES? Presto chango, the Book Claw locates the nearest library copy, clasps the book in its metal prongs, and speeds through the sky to deliver it to you in seconds. Clonk, the book drops in your lap. I have something like that of my own, too. I call it the UPS guy. He's not as fast as the Book Claw, but almost!
AH and I spent 3 delicious hours in Borders today. One of our best buddies, Marvin, is manager of the store. In our minds, that makes him a rock star!
My daughter and I wandered around the store and gathered up a stack of books. Back in the coffee shop, we settled in for a long summer's read. AH devoured Roald Dahl's FANTASTIC MR. FOX--all of it, right there. She let out a delighted gasp toward the end:
"This is a wonderful book, Mommy."
