![]() ![]() My mom describes banging pots and pans, calling my name in the next room and me not responding nose buried in a book and surrounded by towers of them. The evening after the Scholastic Book Fair – in fact, the few days that followed it – I’d be unreachable. I’d save my pocket money for the entire year, and bring an extra book-bag to school that day so that I could haul my prizes home in one go. A vivid image is fixed in my mind of the school gymnasium, packed with folding tables, covered in stacks of books and flanked by folding cardboard bookshelves filled with books, and beneath the tables, behind the shelves, were boxes – all filled with books. Among the fondest of my childhood memories is the Scholastic Book Fair. ![]()
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