I wrote a page. I wrote a page. I wrote a page. Twelve-year old Sean is so into her Snoggy, Nuggy Nuggy books about a teenager in England with a nose the size of Jupiter (she read me that part) that I´ve been inspired to look at the YA I started. So I did and then my fingers started flying.
And it was easy.
And it was fun.
And the story is good.
Pant, pant. I´m back.
And it feels good.
PS This space will soon - like when Sean gets home from school - have the correct titles and author named of the abovementioned favorite books. Apologies to the author.
Blue Iguanas, Cold Caguamas, Blinking Jesus and other surprises found in Mexico diario
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