It couldn’t start any better than this….On the way up north to the cabin the sunshine sits in my lap all morning. This sentence drew me in the first time I read this book over eighteen years ago. Up North at the Cabin written by Marcia Wilson Chall is a classic in my collection, every time I pull it out to re-read I love it more and more. Maybe it is more about my yearning for the end and the smell of summer, the joy of summer. Maybe it’s because I miss that anticipation of those free and sticky lazy days of summer. Maybe it’s because I remember yelling, “hit it!” the first time at my beloved camp in Wisconsin. Maybe it’s because I can still see my dad sweating at 5 o’clock in the morning tucking three little suitcases in the loaded down Buick for a week at Silver Lake State Park. What do you maybe miss ? Do you remember? Read this book aloud for the flavor and texture of summer…read it to your self, read it to your class…be prepared to get happy.
PS I’ll put it in my window in the second floor bookroom…for my bookie friends (not literally my bookie) Aleta you know what I mean.
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