Thisby Thestoop and the Black Mountain

It’s fair to say that I read a good number of books children’s books. Having kids of my own, I like to pilfer their shelves from time to time. In our house, we like to stock “the classics” as a sort of quality guarantee. Since children’s books became a genre there have been writers who have tried to cash in on the children’s market as a way to make a quick buck with little effort. Reading “the classics” means that you get the best books from every era without having to wade through the formulaic twaddle, most of which has mercifully been forgotten over the years.
It’s a different story with modern children’s books. Picking up a new children’s book means taking a chance on wasting your time, and the modern children’s book publishing machine loves tried and true formulas. After the success of Harry Potter we got books about schools for magical/mythological/specially talented kids who are sorted into groups based on their personalities. After The Hunger Games took off, we’ve have had m…

A River Runs Through It

Yesterday morning found the kids and I tramping through the mud near Blackwater Creek. My wife and our littlest one stood guard up on the paved trail while the rest of us plunged over the bank and through the woods on our way to adventure. The box we were seeking had only minimal clues, and those clues were pretty vague. We spent a good bit of time peering under rocks in the area where we expected to find the box, but to no avail. We decided to follow the creek through the woods a bit rather than giving up though, and a little ways on we found what we were looking for:

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Erica said…
Which was...?

Don't leave us hanging like this!
Rick said…
I'll show you our stamp book when you come down to visit.