I’ve been reading Awful Library Books for awhile now, and I’ve always wanted to post something of my own. When I was cleaning out and organizing our bookshelf in the Minnesota Reading Corps office, I found My Friend the Dentist, written in 1972 by some well-meaning dentists. It’s so cute that it’s kind of endearing at first. But the constant repetition of the phrase “my friend the dentist” wears thin within a few pages.
Nightmares, anyone?
“Hehehehe.”
Drinking juice is good for your teeth, kids!
