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Breeders of Readers

Breeders of readers, that's what we are! Mr. G and I are excited about instilling a love of reading in our daughter, starting before she knows a single word. Here is Mr. G on Fathers' Day, reading to Nux Gallica.

She's usually a lot more into her books, but you know how it goes--she's turning pages and talking to the pictures, but as soon as the camera starts rolling she's bored. I suppose that's why baby books are only a few pages long.

Nux Gallica is five months old today!

I might write a few books in my lifetime, which will be cool, but it will be even cooler to raise a person who might read thousands and thousands of books in her lifetime.

Have you been following the latest YA spat between Meghan Cox Gurdon and Sherman Alexie? One of my very smart and sophisticated college classmates, Lisa Findley, wrote this article for the International Business Times, which sums up my feelings on the issue exactly. Read it and be inspired!


  1. Genie, I am so very happy for you with your new addition! I have been absent from the blogosphere for a bit but am returning soon to serve up newer dishes of suburbtopia. And thank you thank you for your awesome award you gave my blog in February!! I look forward to catching up with you soon! Congrats again!

  2. Thanks, Starr! I am looking forward to more suburbtopia. Your blog is one of my all-time favorites.

  3. Hey Jeanie, I stopped by to catch up on the magical happenings at The Magic Nutshell (and to see more photos of your gorgeous kid, I'll admit), and I saw this mention of my IBT article. Thanks so much for the shout-out and I'm glad it resonated with you!

  4. Hi, Lisa! I loved your article. I also ran out to the library and read Part Time Indian. It's about as offensive as Hello God, It's Me Margaret. Book banning is silly!


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