We all love this book beyond measure, but my voice just wasn't going to cooperate. So ... grown daughters to the rescue!
Anne-with-an-e and Betsy read it aloud to me yesterday. To Ramona, too, of course, but I sort of selfishly reveled in the fact that my girls were reading to me. Read-aloud Karma, if you will.
That is all.
We will now return to our regularly scheduled reader.