So, there's been a few interruptions, but now -- one month later -- I'm back walking to the MAX listening to Stephen McKinley Henderson starting to read Julius Lester's Cupid. (This time, the batteries made it the entire mile from my house to the train stop.) And, quite frankly, I'm having difficulty paying attention ... so I think I'm going to have to start over yet again tonight. Maybe I had something else on my mind (like not having blogged for two weeks).
It sounds like a good book ... and it's been nominated, so I've got to listen.