This planet has–or rather had–a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn’t the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.
Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy
Interactive fiction like the Choose Your Own Adventure series was a staple of my childhood reading experience. The Race Forever featured two stories in one volume about a death-defying endurance race across the African bush, and was one of my favorites! I couldn’t tell you how many times I checked this book out from the library at Still Elementary, so it was only natural that I locate a hardcover copy on Ebay for my permanent collection!
This one was difficult only because I really have several favorites (broken down generically). The Hitchhiker’s Guide “trilogy”, The Alchemist, The Hacker Ethic, and The Sword In The Stone all vie for the top spot, but I have to tip my hat to Goldman’s story-within-a-story that combines all the tropes of high adventure and romance found in Sword and Alchemist with the snark and wry sensibilities that I relish in H2G2.Also on:
I did enjoy the Frog and Toad books, almost as much as I enjoyed the Claymation interpretations narrated by James Earl Jones.
Arnold Lobel’s beloved books taught children to understand and appreciate their individuality.
Source: Frog and Toad and the SelfAlso on:
Another reminder, y’all, that the digital media you “purchase” is never actually purchased.
Sit right back and I’ll tell a tale—a tale of a fateful e-book.
I think my sense of right and wrong, my feeling of noblesse oblige, and any thought I may have against the oppressor and for the oppressed came from [Le Morte d’Arthur]….It did not seem strange to me that Uther Pendragon wanted the wife of his vassal and took her by trickery. I was not frightened to find that there were evil knights, as well as noble ones. In my own town there were men who wore the clothes of virtue whom I knew to be bad….If I could not choose my way at the crossroads of love and loyalty, neither could Lancelot. I could understand the darkness of Mordred because he was in me too; and there was some Galahad in me, but perhaps not enough. The Grail feeling was there, however, deep-planted, and perhaps always will be.