Long live the dog.

Saturday evening and I'm calling it a night with the Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Speare published in 1958.  I have really been on a major young adult kick, and why reign it in? So far I've read some fabulous books, new and old. And 100 pages in, this one is falling in line as another great pick. It won the Newbery way back in the day, and you can notice the difference 50 years has made in writing for young people. I'll give you my final thoughts once I've finished.

A lot of things have happened in the past few days. My dad had a birthday (happy birthday, Dad!), my long, lost friend Laura came to town and we ate our way through Boston, I made the decision to spend my summer canoeing in a far off place, our family dog died, and my boyfriend Dave committed to a PhD program in Michigan starting this fall. Whew! I need things to slow down. And the best way I know to relax is reading away an evening. And honestly, I would prefer none of these teams were in the Final 4 so there's no pressing need for me to watch any basketball.

I'm off to clear my head with a book.

And long live Lu-dog. She was the best.