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Dear Reader,
Welcome author Eve O. Schaub, author of Year of No Sugar to the book club.
Year of no sugar? Sounds like a real bad year to me. No licorice? No mint ice cream with chocolate chunks scooped into a wafer cone? I don't think I could make it an entire year. If you'd like to know how Eve made it through a year without sugar, visit your local library and if you enter her book giveaway, you could win your own copy. Enter to win one of three copies, simply send an email to: eve@schaub.com
Take it away, Eve O. Schaub...
The Bad Sport
I've never been very good at sports. Actually, I'm mildly catastrophic at sports. My memories of gym class and summer camp sports consist of really boring ones (me, endlessly in the outfield) and really painful ones (me, getting hit in the head with a wide variety of different size balls).
Still, my parents never gave up. Neither of them is particularly athletic either, but they encouraged me to keep trying; they even had me try exotic sports in which I 'couldn't' get hit with a ball, such as gymnastics, horseback riding, skiing and swimming.
And with every sport, without fail, I was 'kind' of horrible. I fell off the trampoline; I fell off the horse. I spent more time falling 'down' the mountain than skiing it.
But by the time I got to high school I finally thought I had found something: in gym class I discovered that I was actually, kind of, sort of, 'pretty good' at field hockey. So, in a burst of optimism, I signed up to join the school team.
It was a sunny spring day when I ran out onto the field. Maybe this would be it! A sport I could be good at! It would feel good, I thought--in a sort of rugged, healthy, all-American sort of way--to run around on a grass field wearing a little plaid skirt. Maybe I'd even sprout freckles.
Midway through that thought however, a sudden WHACK drove any such improbable notions from my head: I was in that kind of pain that's so vivid you actually see stars. What, had I been hit with another ball? No, I was the ball: I had been hit in the mouth on the tail end of another player's swing.
Once I could see straight again and had checked to make sure all my teeth were still in their proper places--which they miraculously were--I walked off the field and did not return. I had been an official member of the White Plains Girls Field Hockey Team for approximately five minutes.
Later on, in college we were required to choose a "PE" class. As I ran my finger down the list of choices I was beginning to despair when I saw it, at last: Ballroom Dancing. Yes. That would do just fine.
--Eve O. Schaub
Thanks for reading with me. It's so good to read with friends.
Suzanne Beecher
Suzanne@DearReader.com
AUTHORBUZZ: THE DAZZLING DARKNESS (Fiction) by Paula Cappa
A cemetery. A lost child. An ancient secret. Emerson and Alcott are not the only spirits that still haunt Concord, Massachusetts. Do you believe in ghosts? Come with the Brooke family on their search for their lost boy, Henry, inside Old Willow Cemetery. Discover the dazzled faces in the darkened air and know their secret.
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