My little niche

I finished The Friday Night Knitting Club this afternoon. About 75 pages from the end, I messaged raving_liberal and asked her if the plot twist I saw coming was going to happen, and if so, I was going to toss the book into the creek behind my house. She suggested I warm up my pitching arm. Steel Magnolias with yarn!

It was still a nice enough read on a day when my brain hurts.  Next up is Nina Garcia's The One Hundred: A Guide to the Pieces Every Stylish Woman Must Own.   I'm not going deep, but I'm going fun. :) After this will probably be Escape by Carolyn Jessop.

This afternoon, I took the girls to the library. I explained to Amelia that the library was filled with wonderful books that we could borrow, but we had to take very good care of them. We checked out a few books for her and The Fussy Baby by Sears for me. I allowed her one book (That's Not My Dragon ) to read in the car. After the library, we had a very nice run through the grocery store. She rode in the car cart and was a happy camper.

Less than a block from our house, I hear a very loud CRACK in the backseat. I look back to see she's broken the book apart, so you can see between two of the pages into the spine of the book.

She killed a library book. I can't believe my daughter did that to a poor defenseless book...with dwagons!

I explained to her what she did. She responded the way she always does to criticism: wailing. I'm so grumpy with her. Now we get to go back to the library Wednesday and apologize to the librarians and pay for a new book.