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Beginnings

On Sundays we do beginnings – taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel in including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker™. How many of all those kids who were out of school for so long were reading books? I had hoped a lot, but the the data now coming in on reading scores is discouraging. Maybe some of those kids would enjoy the Bowser and Birdie middle-grade mystery series (available to adults with fake ID). For any of you who have or know kids, here’s the start of Woof, book one in the series.

Two humans stood outside my cage, a white-haired woman and a gum-chewing kid. Gum-chewing is one of the best sounds out there, and the smell’s not bad either. I liked the kid from the get-go.

They gazed in at me. I gazed out at them. The white-haired woman had blue eyes, washed out and watery. The kid’s eyes were a bright, clear blue, like the sky on a cloudless day. I hadn’t seen the sky in way too long.

“How about this one, Grammy?” the kid said.

 

Vacay!

It’s school vacation week here in Mass. and elsewhere. Maybe you know a kid who feels like reading after a long hard day of playing outdoors – maybe skiing if there’s still snow, or surfing at Hanalei Bay. If so may I recommend the Bowser and Birdie series? The outdoors – bayou style – certainly play a role.

Beginnings

On Sundays we do beginnings – taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel in including those written under the Spencer Quinn pen name. How many of all those kids who were out of school for so long were reading books? I hope a lot, but I’m not so sure. Maybe they’d enjoy the Bowser and Birdie middle-grade series (available to adults with fake ID). For any of you who have or know kids – and what would a life be without at least one kid in it somewhere? – here’s the start of Woof, book one in the series.

Two humans stood outside my cage, a white-haired woman and a gum-chewing kid. Gum-chewing is one of the best sounds out there, and the smell’s not bad either. I liked the kid from the get-go.

They gazed in at me. I gazed out at them. The white-haired woman had blue eyes, washed out and watery. The kid’s eyes were a bright, clear blue, like the sky on a cloudless day. I hadn’t seen the sky in way too long.

“How about this one, Grammy?” the kid said.

 

Beginnings

On Sundays we’ve been doing beginnings – taking a look at the start of a Peter Abrahams novel in including those written under the Spencer Quinn pen name. How many of all those kids who’ve been out of school for so long have been reading books? I hope a lot, but I’m not so sure. Maybe they’d enjoy the Bowser and Birdie middle-grade series (available to adults with fake ID). For any of you who have kids in this situation, or know some who are, here’s the start of Woof, book one in the series.

Two humans stood outside my cage, a white-haired woman and a gum-chewing kid. Gum-chewing is one of the best sounds out there, and the smell’s not bad either. I liked the kid from the get-go.

They gazed in at me. I gazed out at them. The white-haired woman had blue eyes, washed out and watery. The kid’s eyes were a bright, clear blue, like the sky on a cloudless day. I hadn’t seen the sky in way too long.

“How about this one, Grammy?” the kid said.