cockles of my heart

Saturday, April 21, 2007

cockles of my heart

There is something about the sight of anyone holding a book and walking from some activity to another, rapt in the plot or the narrative of what's printed on those pages so much so that they can't tear themselves from its orbit and rejoin what's going no around them, that makes me smile. But something about seeing a young person, under the age of 20, say, doing this really warms the cockles of my heart. That was Little Man yesterday, walking from the library to the car. What made it even sweeter was that he requested the excursion and understood the gravity of the mission since the place was due to close in half an hour. They had the requisite title, however, and all was well in reader land. Ahhhhhhhh.

Apr 21, 2007 2:58:26 PM | little man

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the reason from Sideways Stories from Wayside School by Louis Sachar Finally things began to settle down. Mrs. Jewls wiped her eyes and said, "Why don't you tell the class why you are so happy? At least let us know what we are laughing about." But D.J. just kept on smiling. "Aw, come on, D.J.," said Deedee."Tell us." D.J. did't say a word. He couldn't. His mouth was stretched out of shape. "Let us guess," said Ron. "If we guess right, will you tell us?" D.J. nodded his head. His smile began to hurt his ears. Everyone took one guess. "Have you been swimming?" "Is it your birthday?" "Are you in love?" "Did you get a green ball?" Nobody guessed right. At recess D.J. was still smiling. Louis, the yard teacher, called, "D.J. Come here." They walked to the far corner of the playground, where they were alone. "What's up, D.J.?"Louis asked. D.J. just smiled. "Come on, D.J. You can tell me. Why are you so happy?" D.J. looked up at him. He said, "You need a reason to be sad. You don't need a reason to be happy."