Wednesday, November 05, 2008


My son is sprawled on my office floor, reading a book of tips on raising an autistic child.

No wonder he's always a few steps ahead of us.

I'm a little unnerved if finding books on my shelves turns out to be a trend. I hate the thought of taking a book away from him, but seven does seem a tad young for bodice-rippers.

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Blogger YNL bligged...

HA! After I finished every single Nancy Drew in our public library, I pulled Fear of Flying and Tropic of Capricorn off my parents' shelves. I was about eight!

11/19/2008 5:59 AM  

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