![]() ![]() There was no talking, whispering, card playing or even getting out of our bunk beds - and for me, it was heaven. Every day after lunch at sleepaway camp we headed to our bunks for an hour of mandated “quiet time.” And when those counselors said “quiet,” they meant it. I did the best reading of my life during the summers I was 9, 10 and 11 years old. (Could she be any cuter in this sleepaway camp shot circa early 80s?) Her family’s reading line-up right now is so perfectly summer - graphic novels, adventures, re-reads of old favorites, memoirs, good old-fashioned schlock - that I knew all you hammock-lying, beach-bumming, long-trip-taking, care-package-shipping book lovers would enjoy it as much as I do. Little and because she’s an OG DALS favorite. You already know and love her because she writes the childrens’ book blog, Mrs. I am so psyched to present today’s guest-poster, my friend and reading guru Catherine Hong. ![]()
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