Last night I worked the school’s book fair. I always have a fun time doing it and as you can see, my little “helper” had fun too. Fifty-five bucks later…

Anyway, after completing the Moby Dick Monday read-along, I’ve noticed Moby everywhere I look. The movie has been on a few times and I’ve seen several newish versions of the book that I haven’t seen before AND the names Ishmael and Ahab keep making their way into my daily conversation.

Last night I came across this version at the book fair:  

Yes, it’s geared towards the younger reader but the illustrations are wonderful:

Look at him. He’s staring at me. That’s the Ahab that I know and love. The one that haunts me. Um, yeah.

I’m thinking of taking on another classic. I haven’t decided which one yet. The list is long and my review pile beckons me but as soon as I’m caught-up, I’ll come up with a short list, and then a short-short list because half the fun of reading it figuring out what to read next.