My book is gone. Anyone? Anyone? Has anyone around here seen my book? How in the world does one write about a book {complete with quotes} when the book disappears? In a word, one doesn’t.
I’ve searched high. I’ve searched low. Actually, I searched low twice since all the Usual Suspects are under four feet tall.
Si has put his money on Baby Q., otherwise know as The Tornado. That is her wrestling name. It is also descriptive of her ability to pick up armfuls of stuff and carry it to another part of the house, where she drops it and walks away.
Actually, when Si isn’t home I call her The Transient because she loads up her toy stroller with all her earthly belongings and walks around the house sipping a water bottle. If I ever forget to wash her face, she’ll be mistaken for a ragamuffin.
So back to the point: Where, oh where, is Hannah Coulter? I’m not finished reading…and I need to know what happens!
Ack.
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I usually find books in my daughter’s crib where she can “read” them when she should be going to sleep.