I’ve been raving to my husband about Gary D. Schmidt’s The Wednesday Wars ever since I checked it out from the library a month ago. It is a superb historical fiction/coming-of-age story about a seventh-grader during the Vietnam War who gets left alone with his teacher once a week while the rest of his class goes either to Hebrew School or Catechism. I love love love it. It’s all about Shakespeare and family and the myth of perfection and baseball and love and war and hippies, and, to top it off, it is one of the most hilarious books I’ve read in a long time. I read the first few pages to my husband, and he laughed aloud like four times! That’s good humor, people!
So here we are, in the middle of rather tired week. I come out from putting the munchkin to bed, and what should be sitting on my computer but a newspaper-wrapped package containing a box of Seattle Chocolates and—what else?—The Wednesday Wars! Needless to say, both box and book were immediately cracked open, and this week is definitely looking up. Turns out Forrester was right when he told Jamal, “The key to a woman’s heart is an unexpected gift at an unexpected time” (James W. Ellison, Finding Forrester). What a lucky girl I am!