If you could have seen us last night, Mommy, Daddy and little girl all cuddled up in our big ole bed, sniveling like idiots. You see, we finished Where the Red Fern Grows last night. Maybe Martina is too young to have heard it just yet but there was no stopping once we were almost at the end. Mark would read until he couldn’t any more and then hand the book to me. Then I’d do the same. We switched off repeatedly, until we got to the end which I read in a reedy, choke-throated whisper.
I love this book.