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Living Incurably with Books & Bears

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I interrupted a three-year streak of reading pretty much only Science Fiction novels to try a historical novel of Christopher’s, New York by Edward Rutherfurd.  After New York, I read London, am now halfway through Paris and have Russka on deck (thanks Dad!).  I find them easy reading even when my mind is tired or fuzzy, yet I’ve picked up so much historical knowledge that I would be a simply brilliant conversationalist at social events.  If I ever went to any.  Which I don’t.  However it’s sure to make me an even better substitute teacher, right?  Although it probably won’t be too helpful tomorrow, when I spend half the day crawling around on the floor with tiny and emotional Kindergarteners who don’t care in the slightest about the history of New York, London, and Paris.

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In fact, I’ve become such a fan of this writer that when Christopher gave his daughter and I enormous bears for Christmas, I named mine Rutherfurd.  (By the way, this is a large adult sized-couch these guys are sitting on.  They’re that big.)

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The other day my 4 year old niece came to visit and was delighted with Rutherfurd, promptly hugging him and crawling up in his lap.  She crawled behind him and here’s a 9 second video of what happened:

(If you’re having trouble viewing the video here’s the direct YouTube link.)

Hope you have some fun stuff like this to focus on.  Makes such a difference.

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