Find an old “Friendly Village” reader, with Alice and Jerry…
We had one of those in the bookshelf when I was a kid (probably part of a bundle of old books, including the 1935 History textbook), and I read through that whole thing. I think they stopped using those in the 50s…
Come to think of it, my wife hated that book when she had to read it in high school. She said that was the only time she ever actually threw a book across the room.
Someone was curious about human color perception. He had his wife agree that they would not mention the sky until she was old enough to have learned her colors. When the time came, he pointed up, and asked “What color is that?” She was confused, and thought he was pointing toward nothing.
“It was a glorious day at the peak of summer when school, tests and homework should be far from a boy’s mind, and Sam was as worry free as he should be as he wandered slowly down the path. All around him the meadow buzzed with the busy life of summer as bees and butterflies visited flowers, caterpillars munched leaves and dragonflies flew their patrols. The sun was hot on his shoulders, but a light breeze blew, cooling his skin, and the combination was pleasant. A butterfly landed on his shoulder to sip a bead of salty sweat and he paused until it fluttered away again. The path was hot under his feet, but he preferred the smooth dust of the path to the prickly summer dried grass on either side. He looked up to find a hawk circling slowly in the sky above. As he watched, it rose higher and higher until he was no longer sure he could se it. Then he blinked and could see nothing in the deep blueness of the sky that continued forever, no matter how far he looked.” — Something I wrote
Templo S.U.D. almost 3 years ago
What would be a better, less-descriptive book to read?
iggyman almost 3 years ago
Go back to the Dick and Jane book!
sheilag almost 3 years ago
Find an old “Friendly Village” reader, with Alice and Jerry…
We had one of those in the bookshelf when I was a kid (probably part of a bundle of old books, including the 1935 History textbook), and I read through that whole thing. I think they stopped using those in the 50s…
uniquename almost 3 years ago
Time for the “The Cat in the Hat”.
legaleagle48 almost 3 years ago
Stay away from John Steinbeck, then. It’s the main reason that I hated “The Grapes of Wrath” when I had to read it in high school!
gantech almost 3 years ago
She would have despised ‘Moby Dick’, then.
Come to think of it, my wife hated that book when she had to read it in high school. She said that was the only time she ever actually threw a book across the room.
rya1 sh3a almost 3 years ago
um you can 5/10
txmystic almost 3 years ago
You might want to skip LOTR…
Jogger2 almost 3 years ago
Someone was curious about human color perception. He had his wife agree that they would not mention the sky until she was old enough to have learned her colors. When the time came, he pointed up, and asked “What color is that?” She was confused, and thought he was pointing toward nothing.
Pablo_New almost 3 years ago
See Sally run!
donwestonmysteries almost 3 years ago
I used to say that and then I became a novelist.
The Orange Mailman almost 3 years ago
Suddenly, a shot rang out!
billyk75 almost 3 years ago
Maybe she prefers a Playgirl centerfold.
Tentoes almost 3 years ago
“It was a glorious day at the peak of summer when school, tests and homework should be far from a boy’s mind, and Sam was as worry free as he should be as he wandered slowly down the path. All around him the meadow buzzed with the busy life of summer as bees and butterflies visited flowers, caterpillars munched leaves and dragonflies flew their patrols. The sun was hot on his shoulders, but a light breeze blew, cooling his skin, and the combination was pleasant. A butterfly landed on his shoulder to sip a bead of salty sweat and he paused until it fluttered away again. The path was hot under his feet, but he preferred the smooth dust of the path to the prickly summer dried grass on either side. He looked up to find a hawk circling slowly in the sky above. As he watched, it rose higher and higher until he was no longer sure he could se it. Then he blinked and could see nothing in the deep blueness of the sky that continued forever, no matter how far he looked.” — Something I wrote