

Garfield, Thoroughbred, Gary Paulsen, anything about Queen Victoria, a photobook of anthropomorphise
We stayed at Dad’s every second weekend. Around 5 o’clock on Friday, he would drive to Mum’s to collect us. We’d already be packed and waiting and watching tv or reading or something. On the way back to his place, we’d stop at the Papatoetoe library, which actually wasn’t on the way back but further past Mum’s about the same distance again, but given that was only a bit less than two kilometers, it made sense. I would find the books I wanted, then watch the goldfish or put bo