But even when I enlarge the photo, I can’t see the title of the book we are holding. My father took the picture before he and my mother divorced. Perhaps Blueberries for Sal, published in 1948, is the picture book my sister, age four, and I, age two-and-a-half, are intently studying in my favorite childhood photograph. I only know how to place the book in the context of raising my sons so many years ago. I’m sharing this review for those with young children or grandchildren.
The audiobook download is fairly cheap on ITunes, splurge for that if you can :) It adds an extra element to the experience methinks. Would recommend for all ages :)Happy reading! I'm thinking perhaps I had read this before or had it read to me? Possible. this story seemed somewhat familiar the whole time. A couple moments made me laugh, but the whole time it made me smile and remember the fun I had picking my own (and time I got stung on the lip because I didn't know a bee had flown in the bush).įunny thing. The narrator does a great job with the different voices of everyone in the story. To this day, they are still my favorite fruit :)Ī short book but a wonderful and cute story. Sometimes we would pick blueberries with them and sometimes we get a bowlful after Helen had given her family their share. Our neighbors Helen and Mike (second grandparents really) had five blueberry bushes while we were growing up. The reason I picked this one? Partly for my niece and partly because of:
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