![]() ![]() I think I might be far enough removed from being a silly 11-year old that the victories and vicissitudes Penrod experienced didn't affect me so much. ![]() I think I was too close to being ridiculous in my first loves myself and didn't much like reading about someone else's being similarly ridiculous. Many years ago, also at my dad's urging, I read Tarkinton's Seventeen, and didn't particularly like it. I may well look into snagging the second Penrod book, Penrod and Sam. I expect much of it will be foreign to today's video-game boys, but us geezers who remember Eisenhower, and whose fathers were more-or-less contemporaries of Penrod, can feel some vague sense of familiarity. He has the kinds of adventures, one presumes, that boys had back then. Penrod is an 11-year old boy, living in the midwest a hundred years ago. This is another of those books my dad said he read as a kid. ![]()
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