Packing up my nemesis-paper-pile last night, I happened upon a stack of folders and notebooks with our read-aloud records from quite a few years ago. They found themselves gently laid to momentary rest in a box with the promise of being resurrected and recorded in blogland when we return from our out-of-book-experiences over the next year.

I still cling to the hope that I will get last month’s readings up before we leave…and at the rate we are going, this month’s will not take long to record at all………we have spent our reading hours packing boxes! Hopefully as we reach each country we have read about, I’ll finally get round to writing the reviews of the corresponding books. That’s a hope, not a promise