Who knew?
Today, in between shoveling and birdwatching, I read. A lot. And much to my surprise, there was an unusually high frequency of little green men. You know the ones I mean, don’t you? The plastic army guys? Little Green Men.
First, I finished the delightful OPERATION YES, by my friend, the equally delightful Sara Lewis Holmes. I was so moved by what Sara did with this book, and especially by its closing challenge to readers: Step Up. Step In. Say Yes.
In the afternoon, I picked up Jon Sceiszka‘s KNUCKLEHEAD, which has been sitting on my bedside table since my son placed it there months and months ago and said, “Mom, you have to.” I finally did. Darn near killed myself laughing, too. (That’s a KNUCKLEHEAD joke.)
Little Green Men were featured prominently in both books. In Sara’s, they were art and inspiration. In Jon’s they were melted in the toaster. It was enough to get me thinking about another Little Green Man I know:
© Betty Jenewin
I found him on a beach in Grayland, Washington while I was researching TRACKING TRASH. The photo never made it into the book, and I haven’t seen it in a long while. Oh, the places a single snow day–and a couple great books–will take you.