An incomplete, yet well-balanced, list of things I read when I stole moments away from my kids in 2015. Well, except for The Mouse and the Motorcycle. Graham and I read that together and he wrote his very first book report. Adorable. Absolutely adorable.
But all the others were just little old me or read-alouds with my dear husband.
In no particular order, I present you an eclectic treasure trove of mismatched literary love…
Oh, and I don’t have a photo of my friend’s manuscript. And you can’t read it until it’s published anyway. But it still deserves a spot here.
I have a fairly large list ready for 2016, but I’m going to start by rereading our Longman Anthology of British Literature. And I need to finish Middlemarch and a few series and my children must hear The Borrowers. It’s going to be a great year for reading.
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