We weren't in school, and he wasn't reading my book for extra credit.
He cited data from my research and talked about skilled immigration as if he was reading paragraphs from my book, Immigrant Exodus.
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How is my book-reading going to go over in a saloon, at 4:00 in the afternoon no less?
The first reading for my class is from a book called Changing Poverty, Changing Policies, edited by Maria Cancian and Sheldon Danziger.
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Chris thought I was losing my mind until he started reading some book where the protagonist starts chopping wood to keep from losing her mind.
Lest you scoff at my predilection for elementary-level reading (the book is rated for ages four to eight), I beg you to look past the pastel illustrations and sing-songy cadence of the writing and see this book for what it is: a beautiful script about parenthood, a poignant parable about life and death, a testimony to when the roles of child and parent become blurry.
Sitting on the couch, reading a book, and occasionally flicking his ear with my toe.
There are, for instance, the low-tech rewards of reading a book, magazine or newspaper: I hoped my daughter would continue her summer reading of Treasure Island and dip into other urban-island treasures of the literary kind.
Not that I'm necessarily equating the two in terms of literary merit, but I remember when I discovered "The Hardy Boys" in fifth or sixth grade: After reading the first book, I was so smitten I begged my parents to buy me the remaining fortysomething volumes for my birthday.
The book was (and surely still is) required reading at my all-boys Catholic high school.
The book is not very long, nor was the lunch, but my reading list has just grown.
And as I was reading your book, which I loved, matter of fact, I started getting in my artsy section because all my friends are not creative and I usually have to give them ideas.
I've been reading a book a week and I have to write an essay on that and then a review of my essay.
My sixth-grade class was reading this happy, snoozy tale about a girl and her horse, and my friend Michelle sneaked me the Wyndham book, which chronicles the end of the civilized world.
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