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"Sound Man: A Life Recording Hits with The Rolling Stones, The Who, Led Zeppelin, The Eagles , Eric Clapton, The Faces" by Glyn Johns. (Blue Rider Press, $27.95). As the book's title indicates, engineer/producer Glyn Johns was in the studio and behind the console for the recording of many of the pivotal albums of the '60s and '70s, and recounts those experiences in this engaging memoir. The book isn't close to a tell-all -- Johns explicit refuses to divulge details, like the story of The Beatles in-studio breakup. Nor is it a how-I-did-it instruction book -- although he does reveal his famous drum-miking technique. Instead, it's a quick journey through his work that provides some insight into how the records came together and one man's history of the era.

-- L. Kent Wolgamott

“Toddlers are A**holes (It’s Not Your Fault)” by Bunmi Laditan (Workman Publishing, $10.95). Good thing toddlers are cute, because as every one of the 167 pages in this hysterical, pee-your-pants funny book points out -- toddlers are a cross between sociopath, rabid animal, cocker spaniel, demon and angel -- depending on the time of day and the child’s last meal. The book is written by the mom behind the Twitter handle @HonestToddler, and you  currently don't need to be parenting a toddler to appreciate this book. But if you are sensitive to “bad” words and blunt comic interpretation -- stick with Heidi Murkoff’s “What to Expect” parenting series.

-- Erin Andersen

Frooties. When I was very young, I loved going to the bank with my parents. There were two reasons for this: I thought everything looked very important, and the tellers gave me Frooties. Sweet, sticky, sugary Frooties. It’s a wonder I still have teeth.

Today, more than 20 years later, I hate going to the bank. There are myriad reasons for this that I won’t get into here. But there’s one thing that makes each trip just a little bit more tolerable: the Frooties. While I’m waiting at the stall for the teller to come back with my empty change jar, I can at least enjoy a soft, sugary treat that reminds me of simpler, more optimistic times.

I don’t know what makes nearly every bank I’ve ever set foot in vend free Frooties to kids and customers alike, but I know that I like it, and don’t want it to ever change.

-- Casey Welsch

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