One of the things I love most about Christmas is the selection of things you can’t find the rest of the year. Like leather bound collections of classic books for $10 each like the entire works of Charles Dickens or the Bronte Sisters. Or box sets of Roald Daul or other great books.
One unforeseen consequence of Matt being gone for as long as he was, is that I was able to do a fair amount of my own Christmas shopping. Quite fun, I assure you.
A few things that were on my Christmas list were some books that had been recommended by Stephanie Meyer. One such book that found it’s way under our tree was “The Girl Who Could Fly”. Having finished my own book earlier in the day and, not wanting to leave Matt out of the fun, I asked him if he wanted to read it to me while I cleaned the kitchen. We stayed up until after midnight until we forced ourselves to put it down. We finished it the next day.
It was a quick read and very entertaining. Stephanie Meyer said “It’s the oddest/sweetest mix of Little House on the Prairie and X-Men. I was smiling the whole time (except for the part where I cried). I gave it to my mom, and I’m reading it to my kids—it’s absolutely multigenerational. Prepare to have your heart warmed.”
Very true. The book was great and I want to read it again already.