My Favorite

I have started reading alot lately. I love it. I seem to have a talent for walking into the library and picking up a book and loving it. This time it happened, only I found that not only did I love it, It's my favorite. My most favorite ever.

What book is it that has captured my attention so? Well, it is 278 pages of page turning entertainment with a wonderful point of view that has totally shifted my paradigm. I have re-assessed my life and made major changes all because of this book. Again what book is it??

Anticipation!!!!

It is called the Autobiography of a One-Year-Old by Rohan Candappa. Absolutely, hands down, the most hilarious book I have ever read in my life. I mean, take reasoning such as this :

Mittens, what bright spark invented them? Mittens are straitjackets for the fingers, I stare at the things in disbelief. How am I supposed to pick up anything with them on? How am I supposed to grab hair in that firm but affectionate way that I have? And, indeed, how am I supposed to stick any one of my fingers up either one of my nostrils? Is it any wonder I'm always trying to get the blasted things off???
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How come quack-quacks in books and in bathrooms are invariably yellow and quack-quacks down in the park never are?
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A full and frank explanation as to why I sometimes blow snot bubbles with my nose : Because I can.

I have never recieved such great joy from reading a book. I laughed out loud EVERY time I opened the book. As you can tell it is written from the perspective of a one-year-old as he grows and learns lessons during this year of his life. He learns great things like the fact that cupboards bite you if you dont pay attention to them and that running around a coffee table naked is one of lifes greatest joys. I highly reccomend it. The book that is, not running around a coffee table naked :)