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The Books

Thursday, February 16, 2006 0:42 AM CST

Many have asked, so here you go:

Ya-Ya's in Bloom by Rebecca Wells
Cell by Stephen King
Son of a Witch by Gregory Maguire
The Drowning Tree by Carol Goodman
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
The Last Crossing by Guy Vanderhaeghe
Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi
Teacher Man by Frank McCourt
Saving Fish from Drowning by Amy Tan
A LightHouse by PD James
Christ the Lord: Out of Egypt by Anne Rice
Lirael by Garth Nix
The Kiterunner by Khaled Hosseini
The Best American Short Stories 2004 ed. Lorrie Moore
Raising an Emotionally Intelligent Child by John Gottmann (this one I've read a zillion times, but it lives on my nightstand quite often, probably more than most, but shares space with:
Raising Your Spirited Child by Mary Sheedy Kurcinka
Siblings Without Rivalry by Adele Faber & Elaine Mazlish
Real Boys by William Pollock
Smart Girls and Smart Boys by Barbara Kerr
Everyday Blessings: The Inner Work of Mindful Parenting by Myla and Jon Kabat-Zinn
Giving the Love that Heals by Harville Hendrix
Reviving Ophelia by Mary Pipher
Raising Cain by Michael Thompson
Odd Girl Out by Rachel Simmons
Protecting the Gift by Gavin deBecker

Hope you're all having a good night. Zach has a tournament in Walla Walla this weekend. Spokane the weekend after this. The weekend of March 3-5 Kenny will compete in the Special Olympics ski events in Wenatchee.

Also, remember the picture that Zach made of words in the shape of Dave's guitar? He's submitted it to a woman who is writing a book for children whose parents have brain tumors. It will be a book written for and by kids. Looks like our Zach will have his work published in that book! Nothing in writing yet, but he's pretty excited. If any of you have kids who would like to write, draw, etc...about their experience, let me know and I'll put you in touch with the author.

Love you all, Shelley


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