A friend recently gave me this Peanuts book, a collection of strips from the 50’s.  I’m not quite THAT old, but flipping through the pages brought back wonderful memories of the school book fairs.  This is the kind of book I bought, and read.  And read.  And read.  Having grown up in a rural area, there were about 4 sources that i can recall that provided good reading material:  The public library, the school library, my magazine subscriptions (Boy’s Life and National Geographic for Kids), and…the school book fair.  Peanuts comic collection books were a favorite, but I do recall other books like Ripley’s Believe it or Not, sports books about the Harlem Globetrotters (LOVED Curly Neal and Meadowlark Lemon!) and the NFL NY Giants.  Comics and sports.  a great place to start reading.  Thank you, School Book Fairs for providing me with hours of reading entertainment.  (WARNING:  semi-rant ahead)  Unfortunately, along came a middle school reading assignment that actually crushed my desire to read:  Herman Melville’s short story, “Bartleby the Scrivener”.  Yes, thank you Herman Melville.  Thank you for writing such a riveting tale about a law office, narrated by…a lawyer.  Good Lord.  It would have been more fun to repeatedly hit myself in the head with a ball pean hammer, until eventually I passed out.  Where’s the adventure?  Where’s the excitement?  Really?  A book about a Lawyer?  I’m sorry, bring back Mark Twain!  Give me the Hardy Boys!   As Charlie Brown would say, “Good grief!”