This book might be better for parents/the home than in the classroom, but would still be a cute book for the classroom library!
This book might be better for parents/the home than in the classroom, but would still be a cute book for the classroom library!
“It was nice to have someone there in the dark when the scaries were around.“
pickElmore Green gets a new sibling after being an only child. A book about sibling jealousy, adjusting to a new sibling, and realizing they can be your best friend!
I don't know how young I was when I read this but when one of the bingo squares for library SRP bingo was “Reread a childhood favorite“ I knew this was the one.
Man, reading this with adult eyes-this book still gutted me. I was sitting at lunch telling myself don't cry. I really resonate with this story-change the details but the ugly duckling sister was me growing up.
I just...this book, man...I have to get a copy for my shelves.
pickThis was really good. Tough read at times. My #bookspin for March @TheAromaofBooks
#roll100 @PuddleJumper
My picks for the month! @TheAromaofBooks
I'm already reading The Survivors for #authoramonth so perfect!
pick5⭐️ Wow! I‘m glad that I decided to give this book a try. What a captivating story! I love how she uses dual-timeline and that she brings in another individual as a close observer of an intense sibling rivalry. Mary Lawson is a wonderful story-teller I want to read her other books now
Spending 1 hour on a treadmill is a chore so I have been listening to podcasts while struggling with my run/walk. And I came across this episode discussing Mary Lawson. Never heard of her, never read her books… but the interview intrigued me and Libby has the tagged book. Hurrah! I started it and kinda like her writing… it‘s engaging, too!
https://open.spotify.com/episode/5zIVqLotaPk38aDqpKaPg6?si=te1orrVXSRy-CdZbTsRv4...
Bittersweet coming-of-age story about #twins growing up on an island in the Chesapeake Bay. Picture is of a different bay in Maryland but gives a good idea of the landscape. #newyearnewbooks
At dinner time and again in the evening he'd walk back to the house along the track and for the first couple of weeks the prints of his father's boots were still there, like his signature written on the land. Then it rained and they were gone. That had seemed a treachery, that his footsteps could be erased so easily. How many thousands of times had he walked along that track?
