Two happy events coincided this weekend — a whole slew of books came for me at the library’s hold desk, and we headed off to Mt. Washington for a winter weekend with my sister and brother-in-law. So, I’ve been on a reading BINGE.
I read The Ballad of Knuckles McGraw, a young reader by Lois Peterson (and one I’ve wanted to read ever since she shared the first few pages during a writing workshop); and The Bank Job, by James Heneghan and Norma Charles (which I’ve wanted to read ever since I learned it was inspired by a newspaper report of teen bank robbers in Vancouver).
Then I spent pretty much all of Sunday (car ride, ferry ride, car ride) reading C’mon Papa, by Ryan Knighton. This one’s a memoir, and I’ve wanted to read it ever since hearing the author interviewed on CBC. It’s the story of how the first few years of parenthood go… if you’re blind. Because the early years are still so recent in our house, I found the book hilarious. I can’t imagine living through those first sleep-deprived months with my eyes closed. I practically killed myself falling down the stairs, and my eyes were technically open!
The parts about diaper changes, I read aloud to Min on the ferry. (Would you want to care for a toddler with diarrhea if you couldn’t see where — and where not — to put your hands?)