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Oodles And Boodles Of Books by pat medlin Sunday, May 22, 2011 Rated "G" by the Author. Share Print Save Become a Fan (title change)i haven't changed the scene or her wording much... only set them to rhyme...from 5 yr old eliza blue to her older brother jack
Her brother found her crying She was lying on her back in the middle of the bedroom floor surrounded by stacks of books... on her bed there were dozens more They spilled from her closet three were propped under her head most were torn and tattered from being read and read and read "You KNOW how much I love to read" "From this chaulkboard to that mirror like Mr. Cheese loves his mouse from the green grass to the clouds in the sky from the front to the back of this house" "But I have no more I haven't read and there's so much I want to explore I want to read a bagillion books so please, can I borrow yours?" "But where would you put them?" "I'll hang them from the ceiling I'll nail some to the door push some under the rug and never ask for more." "For by the time I've read them all I'm sure I'll be mostly grown Then I won't have to borrow yours I'll simply write my own."

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Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki	7/6/2012

How funny is this yet so clever is each line. I could just see books hanging from the ceiling and nailed to the door.. Yes Pat, you and I are akin in spirits of the adventuresome kind.. It is good to laugh.. Great reading... Sandy




Reviewed by CJ Heck	5/30/2011

This is so cute, Pat! Kids'll love it! Hugs, CJ




Reviewed by Annabel Sheila	5/23/2011

Adorable story...loved your lyrical lilt! Children would love this, Pat! WEll done.. Anna




Reviewed by John Flanagan	5/22/2011

Pat, this is wonderful in every way: setting, expression and message. A delight to read. John




Reviewed by pat medlin	5/22/2011

i'm not sure how it got turned around in the reading but it's eliza's words 'i'll simply write my own' in actuality it will more than likely be jack ...the silent talent from his mom




Reviewed by Gene Williamson	5/22/2011

Pat, the beauty of books in a young boy's hands is summed up perfectly in that last line. -gene.




Reviewed by Patrick Granfors	5/22/2011

What a sweet poem with such a fabulous result. I think he already is. Patrick




Reviewed by Christine Tsen	5/22/2011

You must have an entire children's poetry book in works! This is adorable. Blessings, Christine




Reviewed by Richard King	5/22/2011

"...i haven't changed the scene or wording much... only set them to rhyme...from 5 yr old eliza blue to her older brother jack..." And may I say you've done an excellent job in the process. Love the message. Thanks Dick




Reviewed by D Johnson	5/22/2011

I agree with Jerry....'nuff said. Cheers, Dan




Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)	5/22/2011

Gotta love it! And I do. I love this, and I could never in a million years write something so simple, yet so very profound. Putting yourself in a child's thoughts is an awfully difficult thing to do, and to carry it off as well as you have here is nothing short of phenomenal.