I know, I’ve tried it. You see, my brother and I had to go all the way to British Columbia, on the Pacific Ocean, on the other side of the continent, to listen to my parents read their stories to crowds of people. That’s part of their job, or so they say. If you ask me, I’d rather read a book by myself. The place was so far we had to take an airplane. “I’m afraid we can’t bring Miro,” my father explained. “He wouldn’t like it, being locked up in a cage in the baggage compartment.” “Besides,” my mother added, “afterwards we’re going to a farm to see some friends. You’ll like them very much, I’m sure. But I’m afraid Miro might not get along with the other animals.” Maybe it was better that way. I’m sure Miro would have been bored silly listening to grownups reading stories to each other. Just the way my brother and I were. There was one cool part, though.
What do You think about Travels With My Family (2013)?
