In the afternoons, we talked to people in town to see if they could’ve written the manuscript. We had zero luck. The barber had never set foot in the library, the real estate agent didn’t have enough time for reading or writing, and the two teachers we met said that they loved to read and would love to have an author come to their school if we knew of any. It was time to think of other options. “Hey,” Jude said one afternoon. “Why don’t we try and bake a huge chocolate chip cookie—one big enough to be written about in the newspaper?” It wound up burning to a crispy black circle and setting off the fire alarm. Another time, I tried to jump rope for an entire afternoon. I had to quit after fifteen minutes to stop CJ from spray-painting his initials on the side of the garage. But the old house across the field kept grabbing at my attention, and as time passed, I thought how silly I was to run away. Ben Folger was the answer, and Jude was just going to have to be okay with that.
What do You think about A Summer Of Sundays (2013)?
