TSS Guest Post

I am glad to introduce a young (very young) reader here at Willing To See Less. This is his first blog post and first book review so please, give him a warm welcome!

Guest Blogger: Little Hobbit

My mommy says she is a bookish freak, and that means she reads a lot, like, really a lot, and she always brings tons of books, and then she piles them up, and one time the pile was soooo big that it was bigger than me. My mommy thought this was funny, and I thought so too, because we played that game when mommy peeks behind the books and says "peekaboo!" and we laugh. And then I say "peekaboo!" and we laugh again. Sometimes mommy writes something she calls a block, and I look at her like "mommy, you're nuts, how can you write blocks", and then she laughs and says "no, not block, honey, it's blog". I think this is a funny word, don't you? Try saying it several times, or try to sing it, then it sounds like blog, blog, blog, blog, like that monster from Sesame Street. I love Sesame Street. And Kenny The Shark, then I sing "Kenny, Kenny" whole day long, until mommy says it's nap time. That's because I'm only two years old and I have to nap in the afternoon.

Sometimes when I take a book or a magazine and flip the pages, mommy looks at me with a funny face, like she is very glad about something, and she always gets all gooey and says "Oh, he's reading," and she always takes a picture when I read. She has tons of these pictures. But she's so funny, you know? She thinks that I can really read? I am only two, and I can't really read, but I love the pictures.

There is a very kind sir, his name is Kip Cosson and he writes books, and a very nice ma'am, her name is Nadine, has sent me the book. It is about a penguin, and that little penguin, his name is Ned, visits a mouse. The mouse's name is Meece, and he lives in a veeeeery big city that is called New York. The nice sir also wrote that he hopes I will like his book, and there is a picture of Meece in a cab and the plate has my name written there. I love this book very much, there a lots of cars and trucks and I try to say 'dump truck' and then mommy laughs when I say it because she is, you see, also a language freak and she think it's arodable adorable when I speak English. My mom laughs a lot with me, and she says I'm her little Hobbit. Hobbits are small people who love to dance and are small and round and so am I, but I don't have such big feet. They also live in books, somewhere far away, says mommy. 
I love when mommy reads to me, but she is so slow, and it takes her ages to turn the page, so I do it for her. How long does she need to stare at the same picture? I read waaay faster than mom.That's because I'm a big boy, I am already two!

Where the heck is Ivana?

To borrow a phrase from a dear friend-don't turn off the lights! I'm still here! Here’s a skinny on the past two weeks here. But be warned. I always say I can’t tell a short story. And I won’t mind if you quit reading somewhere around the middle.

Long time no blogging, right? Well, the thing is, as some of you may know-exams! And I mean like real exams, hundred plus pages textbooks each, ten of them throughout September…eight more to go, actually! The first two went perfectly well; I got B’s when I actually expected to fail. But my luck of the Irish didn’t fail me. It’s always like this; you get three questions you have no clue how to answer, three out of seventy you don’t know, and you start to sink into despair. And then you start the topic from the long way around, and finally get to the point, and then, after twenty minutes of excessive talking, just when your mouth dries out to the humidity level of the Sahara Desert the, professor asks for your student’s book. He praises your systematical overview of the era and you wonder once again what the big deal was.

Yeah. You can do that in Literature. Try it on Syntax.

Everyone is back to their usual activities here, back to school and work. G. and I spend most of the days alone at home, at least by mid-afternoon, and I like it this way. I can organize my time better, find some time to write through the day while the lunch is simmering in the pot, read while the washer is running etc. Even G. seems to enjoy these days more; often he watches his Peppa Pig DVD’s for more than an hour. And he learned some English. Mommy is so proud. Especially because he hasn’t fully mastered Croatian yet.

There are some great books that have arrived in the past few weeks that I’ll be blogging about in the next few Sundays. This Sunday, Susan Gabriel will be my first guest blogger and we’ll discuss her wonderful novel Seeking Sara Summers. Then it’s time for Samir Selmanovic’s It’s all about God that hits stores September 22nd. I’m loving it, and I can’t wait to share some things with my readers. Samir offers a whole new perspective on religion, one that doesn’t impoverish any but rather enriches three major religions and atheism. I have just started reading The Sitting Swing: Finding Wisdom to Know the Difference by Irene Watson. She sent me her book without me knowing it was coming, so imagine my delight when I ripped the envelope open. It will be on the review menu as soon as I finish it.
In the meanwhile, Nadine’s Storm Surge should arrive, along with Cathy Marley’s Peeking Over the Edge and a picture book for my Little Hobbit by Kip Cosson.

After a long summer, I have visited my dear library lady in the college library. It’s still humbly small, but there are some great new reads I can’t wait to sink my teeth into. I forecast myself a nice and long reading winter. You’ll get to know all about it.

If there’s anyone still reading, thank you. You deserve a nice cup of tea.

(picture courtesy here)