By William M. Garner
You know how you’re drinking a soft drink and then start laughing so hard, you snort Sprite out your nose?
“Don’t look at me,“ says Kimber. (Insert eye roll here.) “I don’t do Sprite.”
Mom doesn’t really do Spite either. But if she did, that’s exactly what would’ve happened when we read this book. We laughed so hard, we cried! (Maybe even snorted. A little.)
Rimming with wry wit and dry humor, this is the story of three young boys growing up in a small town near Memphis in the 1960s. Adventures and misadventures abound as they try to navigate the adult world with the best of intentions.
(Kinda like me! As in, if you don’t tell Mom about the missing New York steak, I won’t tell her about… well… how was I supposed to know that nice, juicy steak was headed to the backyard grill? Sitting there on the table unguarded, it looked like fair game to me! Football anyone?)