Each summer for the past few years our little family has retreated a couple of hours west of the city to a friend’s cottage. There we spend a week together cooking, exploring, swimming, and swinging in the hammock. Also, reading. That last activity requires stacks of books – no e-readers for this family – and so a trip to the bookstore is always in order in the days before we leave.
That’s Eliot getting a jump-start on one of his selection in the basement of our favorite used bookstore, Powell’s in Hyde Park. His mother was poking through the mysteries and I was choosing a couple of P.G. Wodehouse paperbacks. All signs are pointing to a great time at the cottage.