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A Return to Reading...That Is Not Assigned By A College Professor

So, a new term began this week, and now that the accursed (but highly enjoyable) wine class is finito, I seem to have some extra time on my hands.

For how long that extra time will be available, I really cannot say.  Perhaps once the trimester is in full swing, I may have none.  But for now, I've renewed my vow to read more (and stuff that is not textbook).  I started this morning with a quick perusal of Marion Nestle's Food Politics website (the FDA is taking action! Egads!), moved on to a quick Kindle sample download of Chicken: The Dangerous Transformation of America's Favorite Food, and ended this evening in a family read-aloud of Chapter 3 of this book:

  

Yeah.  I know.  One of my most favoritely provocative books...in a young readers' edition.  Even Elliot (the 9-year-old) has no problem with the words when he read his bit.  I will say, while there has not been an AHA moment yet for my kids, they've achieved these objectives (spoken like a true former teacher):

*they've learned what a GMO is, and how they've taken purchasing and growing power away from farmers.

*why people left their farms, and thus, why American farmland has dwindled.

*in what way Americans are a "walking corn chip".

More Face.  More Book.  Less Facebook.  That's my motto for the week.

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