And then the magical travelling romani circus of scholastic would randomly show up and you’d never care to buy any books but they had AWESOME gadgets and toys for sale
at the motherfucking BOOK FAIR
I’m sure it was at least a little different at the time, but when my mum was in elementary school she asked her parents if she could get a book from the catalogue. They said she could have new books if she read all the books they already had. So she did. She read every fucking book. I don’t know exactly how many there were, but when I was a kid it sounded like a lot. She was graduating high school by the time she finished the task, and never ended up getting one of the catalogue books. When my grandmother sold the farm she gave my mother a large share of their library, and it was on the shelves of our home as I grew up. I’m sure my siblings and I have a few of them on our own shelves now.
This has been a story about what kind of woman my mother is.