I'm just about ready to start blogging about my cruise, but in the meantime, I wanted to let you all know that Atlas Shrugged wasn't going to end up as my favorite book of the year, simply by being the only book I actually read this year. I took a brief respite from long speeches about motive force to quickly go through the first of the Newbery Award winners that I mentioned I was going to try to read. Dear Mr. Henshaw by Beverly Cleary was the winner in 1984, and while I've read many of her other books (I especially remember reading some of the ones about Ramona), I'm pretty sure I never read this one before.
It's written in the form of letters from an elementary school-aged kid to an author (Mr. Henshaw), and then switches mostly to journal entries partway through. The boy's parents divorce early on in the book and it mostly deals with Leigh's(the boy) trying to cope with that issue, including his mom working a lot, and moving to a new school and not having friends for a while. I liked it, and was touched, and also grateful that my parents have managed to stay together when so many others have not.
1 down, 87 more to go (if my math is correct).
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