My parents had a monthly subscription which signed us up for the greatest literature ever written--insert air quotes. As a kid, these books seemed impractical and flashy. Plus, I'd pass on the hardcovers, paperbacks will forever have my heart (for the most part). While dropping off the subscription order into the mail, my dad promised to read the books as bedtime stories. So month one starts, and the first book is Moby Dick. Excited beyond belief, I was ready to kick off this bedtime story adventure because we'd be reading a big kid book!
My fourth grade year just finished up when our subscription started, and our mantle and bookshelves began to overflow with gaudy leather and gold books. Every night after Moby Dick arrived at our house, my dad would read to me, but for some reason that I can't remember, we stopped. Perhaps it was because I found it dry, maybe I outgrew story time, or there simply wasn't enough time anymore. Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter because Moby Dick is dear to me even though I have yet to finish it.
Hello, future children, maybe we can take a stab at it, eh?
In the wise words of Darrol Hughes: Bring the past forward.
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