âCan we read the almanac?â My 10-year-old son, Daniel, asks that pretty often at bedtime lately. Heâs an avid reader, which does my book-critic heart good. But his tastes in reading can be particular, despite the best efforts of my wife and I to expand them. Left to his own devices, his literary choices roughly default to three categories: the continuing adventures of tweenage stick-figure antihero Greg Heffley, selections from the endless supply of YA books about boys thwarting Nazis, and â increasingly, these days â almanacs. I can take or leave the first two, but trust me: You could use an almanac right now. About a year ago, I received a review copy of the 2020 edition of