I Hate Froggy

Klara asked me to read her “Froggy Goes to the Library” book 5 times in a row today. I knew it was coming, of course, but I thought it wasn’t going to be until she’s four or five. I have no idea how she can sit through such a long and complex story at this age. And it doesn’t even rhyme. 

The worst part is that I don’t like Froggy. The story is about a little boy who is active and curious but everybody constantly screams him down and shames him for being a normal boy and not a creepy robot who sits still and speaks in a whisper.

I had no idea what the book was going to be like because I don’t know these characters. I still can’t tell Elmo from Curious George. (By the way, what’s up with Llama Llama’s father? Where is he? I’m starting to get horrible suspicions.) I only got Froggy because he was on sale. And now I know why.


At the bookstore coffeeshop, the poor baristas are so busy doing the endless upsell that they routinely forget to give you half of the things you ask for. And I only ever get two things, a coffee for me and a gingerbread man cookie for Klara. And have you tried asking a toddler to wait patiently for her gingerbread man? It’s not pretty.

I’d come to the bookstore a lot more often if I didn’t dread the multistage upsell.

What’s a Pinup Book?

Does anybody know what “a pinup book” is? Klara and I are giving a Christmas gift to a resident of a local retirement home, and he wants “mystery or romance books; pinup book.” I can provide mystery books by the ton but the second part of the request has me stumped. Amazon is not being helpful.