Aaaah...it's Saturday -- that magical day that doesn't hold the foreboding of Monday or the road rage of...every other day. Given the choice to do whatever I wanted for the rest of my life (if there weren't other humans to feed or chauffeur or to help maintain their social existence), I would choose to lie… Continue reading Book-Sloth Saturday
It was a lazy Friday night and I had just finished telling my husband about day five at my new job in an elementary school library. He sat quietly for a moment, and then grinned at me in a crooked little way. "What?!" I demanded. I thought of the ice cream I had just inhaled. "Is there Chocolate… Continue reading Your Job (And A Four Letter Word)
I'm currently off on a dangerous and secret mission involving time travel, espionage, and peace-talks with dental hygienists. Please enjoy this post from the archives during my absence. I love my husband. I do. BUT... There is something about him I desperately want to change -- his reading habits. Not only (in my opinion) does he not read enough,… Continue reading Are You in a Toxic (Reading) Relationship?
Please enjoy this post from the archives (the first one of my blogging days) while I...live. My apologies to the four people who have already read this -- go watch Oprah instead. Let me start from the beginning -- I love Margaret Atwood. Not in the, "Then why don't you marry her?" sense, but very simply, I'm… Continue reading Matching Tattoos With Margaret
There are so many reasons why I love going to the library: the books, the all-knowing librarians, the books, the atmosphere. The books. And, now that my kids are all in school, I can actually go to the library by myself and spend more than the usual fifteen seconds looking around. Even better, though, I… Continue reading You Can’t Judge a Person by Their Book Covers
[picapp align="center" wrap="false" link="term=person+happy+reading+a+book&iid=5156925" src="http://view2.picapp.com/pictures.photo/image/5156925/portrait-young-woman/portrait-young-woman.jpg?size=500&imageId=5156925" width="349" height="488" /] During my big-haired days of high school, I came to dread that point in English Lit. where we would inevitably begin the "Short-Story Unit." After years of reading novels with happy, or, at least, tidy endings, the short story was like an alien to me and many of my classmates.… Continue reading The Short Story — In Search of a Cure for Reader Burn-Out