Then again, if you think about it, if we were to list what grandchildren call their grandparents, by mistake or or not, it’d make an interesting list. She calls them Me-me and Pop-Pop, which I find quite amusing. Penny lives with her single working mother and her maternal grandparents, who are interesting characters indeed.
I’m glad I exerted the effort because what came next was tickling. It took some concentration on my part amidst the back and forth conversation going on in the background in my living room to get past the fist page of the second chapter. If I had been rushed through the reading, I would have put the book away. Just plain restrospection of an eleven year old girl whose father had died when she was a baby. The book didn’t really start with a big bang. Me-me was what Penny calls her maternal grandmother, who is well known for her cooking skills (not). It started calmly enough, and I had to read the first word twice to make sure I was not reading it wrong. I laughed, cried, chuckled, and wince in horror through this book. Let’s just say I decided to see it from the child’s perspective. Suffice it to say, I felt like escaping the world of parental failure, and jumping into the carefree world of a child. My own book stack comprised of parenting and educational books, which I read till my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets in rebellion.
After reading the inside jacket, I grabbed it for my daughter, along with another book, which I have yet to read. I was parsing through El Paso’s community library’s children’s area and came across this book. My nap was replaced with 2 hours and 10 minutes of immersion in Penny’s whirlwind life in the 50s in America in Penny From Heaven by Jennifer L. An eleven year old girl with a cousin who always gets himself and her in trouble grace the pages of this book I picked up during my ‘supposed’ naptime. That got me laughing out loud, in the real LOL sense of the chat lingo.
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