Fortunately, the Milk

The first time I read FORTUNATELY, THE MILK, I was on a road trip with my sister's family. Her kids (9-year-old twin girls, 5-year-old boy) were antsy and bored, and begged to be read to. I had a new book on my Kindle that I thought they might enjoy, though I myself had not read it yet.

I read this book aloud to a carful of people who all ended up listening, whether they'd intended to or not. By the end, everyone was laughing–me, the kids, the kids' parents, and our cousin who had come along for the trip.

As soon as I finished the final words, the kids begged for it to be read again.

So that's how I wound up reading a book aloud, twice in a row, on a car trip, and having more fun than should probably be legal.

FORTUNATELY, THE MILK is fun, light-hearted, full of absurd British humor, and deeply sweet–all about a father's love for his children (and flair for creative storytelling). Read it. I don't care if you're grown. Read it anyway.