my name is suzuki beane
i have a pad on bleeker street
with hugh and marcia
My Aunt Lynn read this book to my sisters and I, about a beatnik kid in the big city. I wish I had a copy to show all the new babies around me. I miss my Aunt Lynn.
Suzuki Beane
1961, written by Sandra Scoppettone, illustrated by Louise Fitzhugh
from vintage kids' books my kid loves
8 comments:
I love you for remembering this book. We definitely need to find a copy.
I miss Lynn too. She loved y'all so much. She was ALL love.
The problem is that copies are going for $100+ these days. Collectors' item, you know.
Thank all.
Sandra
http://sandrascoppettone.blogspot.com
I meant thanks not thank.
Well holy moley. Thanks for popping by my blog. I'd like to personally thank you for Suzuki Beane. That book was, without any doubt, an influence on the way I've lived my life. Thank you very much indeed.
I miss Aunt Lynn too. If we had that book I'd spray myself with Shalimar, put my hair up in a sock, and read it to Owen and Waylon. What happened to our copy? I blame Summer.
We never had a copy, it belonged to Aunt Lynn.
Those babies would be so confused. "Why does Aunt May only smell like that when she reads us Suzuki Beane?"
May- you have some of Lynn's Shalimar too, don't you? We should all wear it on her birthdays and maybe on Thanksgiving. Remember how she'd come over Thanksgiving morning and make me drink rum and dance with her while I was cooking our dinner?
Jeez. How did she die? How did that happen?
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