It's Spring Break chez Annie, and we didn't go to some warmer clime or some snow-covered mountain. We pretty much kicked it around the house with friends. We went to the Zoo on what turned out to be the one nice-outside day of the week. I had to work for a few hours two of the days. Each kid had a little bit of homework, but not much. Really? Just relaxing. Both kids seemed to need a little recharging after a hard, dark winter. So I let them. Recharge that is.
Daughter is fixated on the Jonas Brothers. For the uninitiated, they are one of the current Disney stable boy bands. She collects magazine pictures of them and tapes them to various surfaces in her bedroom. She visited various bookstores and magazine outlets this week and added some to her collection. She also did some housework to earn more money to buy magazines. We call her Cinderella.
But it's Dear Son who had a magical week. I bet you'll remember your first too.
See, he's smitten.
With a series of books that is. The books are the Alex Rider series by Brit Anthony Horowitz. They are about a 14 year-old kid who's parents have (of course) been killed and somehow he's ended up an unlikely and relatively uncooperative but super capable way smarter than the adults around him spy for MI6. One of our cousins sent Son the books for Christmas and he finally had the time to really attack them this week. He read the first two over the course of a few months as he was pretty busy with school and basketball. But I believe he's read 4 of them this week. And is into book 7 -- the current last of the series -- as of last night. Yesterday? A kind of cold and dreary day here? He read an entire 200 and some odd page book.
I don't know about you, but that makes me very nostalgic. I remember working my way through all of the Little House books. And when I found out that a neighbor had all of the Nancy Drew books and that I could borrow any of them? I read 'em all one summer. I remember the sheer joy of practically skimming the books, just to see what would happen, knowing I had several more piled up and waiting. And the bitter sweet almost regret at picking up the last book and savoring it. Don't you? I also read all of the Stallion books by Walter Farley, and some series by Victoria Holt but I can't remember it or find it online. I know there are more, but I can't think of them.
What were your love series? Maybe yours will jog my memory?
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