I carried through on my promise to work through all the picture books in the library. And you didn't think I would keep going, did you? After the first few books this week, I wasn't sure I would either. I hit a couple of "oldies but goodies" right away -- picture books from the 1980s that had at the minimum of 2000 words a piece. I don't know if I'm a product of my culture or not (probably), but that is an awful lot to digest at night with your kiddie-pie. I'm glad picture books have scaled back.
The one worth mentioning this week is The Babe and I by David Adler. I didn't think I was going to like it. I'm not into baseball at all, and period pieces aren't my favorite either. But I was surprised. It's a great example of how to intertwine history with a really good story. I think I even teared up in the library. Hopefully no one saw me behind the stacks (although I do wonder what the librarians think of the crazy weepy lady who keeps showing up to read through the children's section).