Children's literature is not for the weak. It is a ruthless cutthroat business with lots of gnashes of the teeth. Children's librarianship, in contrast, is a sweet sweet ride. Now you can hear me as I growl, gargle, and kvetch my way through news, reviews, and interviews. Kidlit podcasting = scary new world.
Not only is Jennifer J. Stewart smart and knows how to write enjoyable books, but she placed me forever in her debt when she gave me a reason to write the above title. I can die a happy woman now. Life is good.
The part about innocuous mushrooms looking so much like the deadly ones that it's hard to tell them apart is just one more justification for my lifelong aversion.
I have vague memories of watching a Mr. Rogers segment in which Fred took us to an underground mushroom farm. At some point I think it mentioned that you were never never to eat mushrooms you found in the wild. Good old Fred. Looking out for me when Pippi wouldn't.
A local family here in San Jose was all hospitalized recently, and the grandmother died, after eating mushrooms that they picked in a park somewhere. But I don't know if they read Pippi or not...
The part about innocuous mushrooms looking so much like the deadly ones that it's hard to tell them apart is just one more justification for my lifelong aversion.
ReplyDeleteOkay, I'm scared. Just another reason to raise your kids in New York City, as far as I'm concerned.
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Rebecca
to die a happy woman doesn't involve mushrooms, i trust.
ReplyDeleteIt's a good thing that I've always hated mushrooms, I guess. I was the sort of kid who would've tried something like this.
ReplyDeleteI have vague memories of watching a Mr. Rogers segment in which Fred took us to an underground mushroom farm. At some point I think it mentioned that you were never never to eat mushrooms you found in the wild. Good old Fred. Looking out for me when Pippi wouldn't.
ReplyDeleteA local family here in San Jose was all hospitalized recently, and the grandmother died, after eating mushrooms that they picked in a park somewhere. But I don't know if they read Pippi or not...
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