I check out about 200 books a day, and a lot of those are recommendations. When it's busy, I get about five words to describe a book. I have to be enthusiastic about it. This is why I'm picky. That, and the budget cuts. Books I buy have to be a sure thing.
It was clear that Mass's Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life would involve some philosophical navel-gazing, but what the kids can't get past is the first line: "My sweat smells like peanut butter." I thought the boys would find it amusing, but they didn't. Will pass.
Myers' Confessions from the Principal's Chair also sounded intriguing, but just didn't do it for me.
Quirky Dysfunctional that I liked:
Weeks. So B. It
Cassidy. Dizzy
Friday, March 23, 2007
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