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So I buried the book in a box of old comics in my closet, and that's where it is to this day. I haven't been back to the library since then, but I know if I ever do show up, they'll be waiting for me. In fact, I get nervous if I even see a librarian.

I asked Mom if we could get a second chance to pick out a book on our own, and she said we could. We're supposed to meet again tomorrow and bring our new selections with us. Wednesday Well, the membership of the Reading Is Fun Club took a big hit overnight. Most of the guys who came yesterday bailed out, and now there's only two of us. Rowley brought two books along with him.

How to find Garden Faeries Me & My Mommy Silly Playgroup Activities The book I picked was the ninth volume in the "Magick and Monsters: Dark Realms "series. I figured Mom would like it because it's pretty long and there aren't any pictures. But Mom didn't like my book. She said she didn't

approve of the illustration on the cover because she didn't like the way it portrayed women. I've read "Shadowdoom," and from what I can remember, there aren't even any women in the story. In fact, I kind of wonder if the person who designed the cover even Read the book. Anyway, Mom said that she was gonna use her veto power as the Reading Is Fun Club's founder and choose the book for us. So she chose this book called "Charlotte's Web," which looks like one of those "classics" I was talking about before. nkledc. Just from looking at the cover, I guarantee either the girl or the pig doesn't make it to the end of the

book. Friday Well, the Reading Is Fun Club is down to one member, and that's me. Yesterday Rowley went golfing or something with his dad, so he kind of hung me out to dry. I didn't do my reading assignment, and I was really counting on him to cover for me at the meeting. It's not really my fault that I couldn't finish my reading assignment, though. Mom told me I had to read in my bedroom for twenty minutes yesterday. but the truth is, I just have trouble concentrating for long periods of time.

After Mom caught me horsing around, she banned me from watching TV until I read the book. So last night I had to wait until she went to bed before I could get my entertainment fix. I kept thinking about that movie with the muddy hand, though. I was afraid that if I was watching TV all by myself late at night, the muddy hand might crawl out from under the couch and grab my foot or something. The way I solved the problem was by making a trail of clothes and other stuff all the way from my bedroom down to the family room. That way I was able to make it downstairs and back without ever touching the ground.