 | My grandparents lived in a tiny, tiny, TINY town in south Texas. It was 30 minutes from the border, had one stoplight, a working drawbridge, bunnies everywhere, and a perfect little soda fountain complete with Blue Bell. My grandmother (left) was a queen. Not the spoiled kind. The graceful and gracious kind. And she loved books. She loved them so much she had over 1000 of them in her house. There were so many that she had to have her own card catalogue. And if we wanted to read one of them, we had to check it out. Just like in a library. |
| Whenever I visited, there was one book I checked out religiously. A Box of Peppermints by Libby Stopple. It's a collection of poems told from the point of view of a tom-boyish girl who prefers to look at thing simply. My grandmother and I loved how she put things, what she observed, and how her perceptions of life made harsh reality fade. When you read the poems in A Box Of Peppermints the world melts away and all your worries are put in their place. There's no reason to fear. No reason to doubt. No reason to feel unworthy. Find a daisy, or a shade tree, have yourself a sit down and just breathe. I highly recommend A Box of Peppermints. It'll cure what ails you. |  |
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