I worked on Slider's Son for over an hour this morning. Feels good.
I'm buried in homework--so much to grade (as any reader in any of my classes will attest) that I shouldn't be doing anything but that. However, my soul needs a little reading, and for Children's Lit., I have to keep reading along with the class. Is that my rationalization? Or is that real? That means tomorrow sometime, I'll reread The Bridge to Terabithia, which I look forward to 'cause it's a beautiful, sad, and wonderful book.
But for now, I'm stealing any free moment to immerse myself in SPLIT by Swati Avasthi. It's beautifully written. Wonderful prose, great language; the character has a terrific, believable voice, and the story has sucked me in entirely. I never want to put it down when I have to, and it's one of those books I won't want to end. Jace, the main character, has fled his abusive home in the middle of the night, lands with his older brother who had also run away. Crazy, wonderful YA story about dysfunction and love among people who are smart enough to view the world with care.
I'm not done yet, but I recommend it without reservation for EVERYBODY.