Yesterday a former student posted a picture of a page of a book and posed this question on Instagram:
What kind of feeling does reading give to you?
I admit, my first thought was pride that as a college-aged woman a few years removed from high school when I had known her, she’s sharing about her reading and asking her collective friend group about it too. Sometimes like religion and politics, we’re too afraid to share out thoughts for fear of what others will think. So I was proud that she was still reading. And proud that she was willing to share her thoughts and ask others too.
She described reading as euphoria. I commented that at its most basic for me, I think connection is how I would describe reading.
Anyone else love a good bookish quote? I have an entire board of book and library quotes to inspire me, motivate me, or simply make me smile.
In a few weeks, the Dewey 24-hour Readathon will be running it’s April event which for east coast Americans like myself begins at 8am on Saturday, April 25th and ends at 8am on Sunday, April 26th. I’ve done several of these and blogged about preparing for one and completing my first one (that was actually a reverse readathon) which lines up nicely with Dunham’s quote. How I truly would wish one extra day each week!
I’ve heard comments that it is hard to concentrate on reading with everything going on, but consider it a gift to be with other readers for one twenty-four hour period where they will root you on, talk books, and allow you to peek into the food and drink preferences of other bibliophiles. Sign up here. And let me know in the comments below if you’ll be joining whether it’s your fifth time or your first.
As I sit here on Sunday morning, I’m reading the newspaper. It’s not just Sunday but every day that I read the newspaper, mostly digitally but a few times a week in print. It started in 5th grade when my teacher would give us trivia questions and most often they came from the news.
As I sit by the fire on Saturday night, I’m reading a magazine. Typically when watching a half-interesting show on television or around the fire, I’ll bring out the magazines I buy delivered to my door each month for recipe inspiration, fitness tips, and cleaning and decorating ideas. I’ve always enjoyed the tactile nature of a magazine with their glossy pages and have one too many times created inspiration boards by cutting them up (this was pre-Pinterest).
As I sit on any day on my side of the couch or outside on the patio in the sun, I’m reading a book. I’ve always got a stack upstairs ready to choose what I’m in the mood for, plus a few extra on a reading tablet and my phone.
As I sit on a weekday night in front of the computer, I’ve queued up the blogs I subscribe to and read their commentary on school librarianship, reading, books, entrepreneurship, business, and news because I like learning from others.
As I go for a walk to break up a readathon or when I’m cutting up dinner in the kitchen, I open up my trusty gals Libby and Sora and listen to an audiobook tell me saving rhinos or a Harvard murder mystery.
Reading is reading is reading. However you do it and make time for it.
Yesterday’s post was what I would put into a reading time capsule outside of the actual books themselves. Today I tackle what books I would want in the time capsule. And like picking your favorite dress or favorite child, it’s just impossible, but I’m giving it my best shot… and how big is the capsule??!?
Saga graphic novel collection by Vaughan and Staples. I just spent the last nine days re-reading a volume a day and loving every minute of it
Harris and Me by Gary Paulsen is the first book I remember laughing out loud at while reading
Every Ruta Sepetys book written and I’m going to go sci-fi here and say that when she writes another, just virtually drop it in there because I know I’ll want to read those too
Deathwatch by Robb White was the first book I remember recommending to a student as a first year teacher where the kid came back to thank me for my awesome recommendation
Reclaiming Conversation: The Power of Talk in a Digital Age by Sherry Turkle is a book I read several years ago and still bring up at least once a week in conversation. The number of Post-its sticking out of that book made it look ten times fatter
Crank by Ellen Hopkins. It’s verse style was somewhat revolutionary at the time and it’s loosely fictionalized version of her daughter’s experience brought so much out in the open. She became our first author visit at the high school that we hosted and we haven’t looked back in ten years
Darius the Great is Not Okay by Adib Khorram because I was on the William C. Morris award committee that named it the 2019 winner
Mudbound by Hillary Jordan had a whole mood and is one of the most impactful book written for adults when I live in a world reading mostly YA
Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson came out the year I graduated high school. I read it the following year in a YA lit class while I was studying English education and we met Anderson when she visited a local school district as a college class. Her depiction of high school brought back every sight, smell, and sound and who knew as a more than decades-old high school librarian that I would still be recommending it along with the graphic novel and companion Shout
You can’t not add a few classics: mine would be The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger and Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides is another book that is full of big mood that skillfully and sinfully explores femalehood. I don’t have sisters, but I get the Lisbon girls and I remember connecting just as deeply to Sofia Coppola’s big screen adaptation (and buying the soundtrack)
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold was the first book that I actually photocopied several pages out of to keep in a folder to go back and re-read whenever I wanted
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Do I have honorable mentions? Ones that I’d stuff in the crevices and crannies of the capsule. Here are a few of those that are less memories-driven but more emotionally-connected. Challenger Deep by Neal Shusterman, The Serpent King by Jeff Zentner, Hole In My Life by Jack Gantos, The 57 Bus by Dashka Slater, every Jason Reynolds book published, Ghosts of War by Ryan Smithson, The Vagina Monologues by Eve Ensler, North of Beautiful by Justina Chen, Flash Burnout by L.K. Madigan, Twilight by Stephanie Meyer, Rupi Kaur’s poetry, The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, and A Northern Light by Jennifer Donnelly.
Having just finished another re-watch of the made-for-Netflix movie To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before Part II: P.S. I Still Love You, one of the sweeter elements (and uncomfortable!) was the group returning to the old tree house and opening their time capsule. So what if I was going to do a reading time capsule for myself? Here’s my listicle of what I’d put inside:
A bookish t-shirtof which I have several to choose from
A teacup because usually if I’m reading, a teacup is either in my other hand or on the end table nearest me
A blanket because there’s just something about being warm and cozy
Some rain droplets because there’s nothing more hygge than reading while it’s raining outside
A pair of sunglasses for those beautifully sunny days reading on my back patio and being blinded by the reflection of those gloriously smelly pages
My Goodreads appbecause how else can I keep track of all of my reading?
Post-its for those nonfiction books that I pepper with them!
My challenged book book tote that’s usually always too small
Two artist-rendered pieces: one from a committee from several years ago where we were drawn as caricatures next to a stack of books and another that’s half of Hermione’s head and her most famous library quote
A Willow Tree figurine holding her book
Tomorrow’s post will be the books I would add, so stay tuned!
Yesterday afternoon I got an email from a student that read in part
I have really appreciated your book suggestions in the past.
I got misty-eyed and continued to read on as she was asking for book suggestions during our time of social distancing. In my replies about how she was accessing her books so that I could tailor the suggestions, I also included that her email made my day. Because it did.
Librarians read books so that we can be ready to recommend them at any time. I also keep meticulous notes on Goodreads (post to follow) for better recall. But no matter what, I read because it makes me a better person and helps me in my day to day work where I always have students at the back of my mind. I actually blogged about it forNerdy Book Club back in July.
She made my day just by thanking me for doing what I love. I’ll ask you who you can thank. I know I decided I would pay this warm, fuzzy feeling forward and thank a few people myself.
Romance is not a category of fiction that I seek out regularly. But give me a good romance on the small screen like Netflix has done with Jenny Han’s book series and I’m sold.
I watched the first one and was exceptionally impressed with the visual beauty of the movie, not to mention the story, casting, and music (of which I have no great knowledge or understanding of). My critiques of movies are simply my enjoyment factor, so I’m sharing, as a reader of young adult literature this advice: watch the movies.
The second one launched near Valentine’s Day just a few days ago and I was excited to clear my queue during my morning workouts for it. And again, it did not disappoint. Similarly stunning visuals took my breath away and the music enhanced every scene that it played. Plus, I’ve already squeezed in a second watch because it was just so damn adorable. And there were jellyfish (even if it was a heartbreaking scene).
So here they are, the reasons that you should be watching:
The color scheme is stunning.
The pop culture influences are not overwhelming but reminiscent of the great 80’s-style teen movies of that decade from the texting to the house parties to how it represented school life.
There are so many quotes attributed to a people around what they prioritize, what they are busy doing, and when they’ll make excuses rather than time. I’ve said it a few times before in posts regarding my prioritization for reading to improve my own life and my work in a high school library.
Here is one thing that works well for me: I read during my lunch. I have very strong feelings about people in education who don’t make time in their daily schedule to sit for a few minutes to eat lunch. You might not need one hour or a whole class period, but you also shouldn’t NOT have time for it either– even if it needs to be scheduled. I say this because I dislike when people are eating in a meeting with me because “they don’t have time” to eat and I also don’t want to hear anyone complaining that they didn’t eat at all. Just like “when it’s important, we remind”, food fuels our bodies and it’s important to nourish them but coupled with that is the peace it brings for just a few minutes each day in our hectic school lives. I want everyone to treat themselves well.
So during my lunch, you’ll see me reading. I might spend a few minutes on my phone, but there’s always a book on the table. Often I’ll pick a nonfiction book and a lot of times I’ll choose a graphic novel format that’s separate from the fiction title I’m reading (that you’ll still find me lugging back and forth to work with the off-chance that I am somewhere where I need to kill some time). Plus, they’re often titles from our library’s collection so it’s entertainment, relaxation, and still fruitful. You can find those titles that I read during my lunch at school on Instagram with my hashtag #literarylunchbox. Titles that I’ve read recently during lunch at work:
Body 2.0: The Engineering Revolution in Medicine
Brilliant Maps for Curious Minds
Infinite Hope: A Black Artist’s Journey from World War II to Peace
Earth Day and the Environmental Movement
The American Dream? A Journey on Route 66
How the World Rescued 33 Miners from 2,000 Feet Below the Chilean Desert
Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy: A graphic novel
The Great Nijinsky
Pilu of the Woods
Sunny Rolls the Dice
An additional reading window I’ve given myself is a 15-minute timed reading session in the morning. My morning routine consists of waking early to work out and then I typically moved through breakfast and tea, the televisions news and the newspaper, and helping my kids before school. In between the post-workout shower and waiting for the hot water to boil for tea, I set my phone timer and read for 15 minutes. It’s not sexy or luxurious to time yourself reading, but again, it gives me an extra few minutes before the day really starts and I feel good about the prioritization.
Where can you find some time to make reading a priority each and every day?
I made an Instagram story yesterday evening. It was a picture from the back of the Photography II classroom of a dozen kids looking at Isabel Quintero and Zeke Pena, the author and illustrator of the graphic novel Photographic: The Life of Graciela Iturbide that I blogged about in 2019 alluding to this collaboration. Above it I said “I f*ing love what I do” with a bouncing heart emoji over the Smartboard projector in the photo and a gif of a girl waving a book next to the words “school librarian”.
Because, I f*ing love my job as a school librarian and days like this remind me of that exponentially.
I’ve spent about a month in and out of this class working with the teacher and students to include the graphic novel into their identity unit that teaches them about portrait taking where they photograph six different portraits for the project.
Remember and remind yourself of days like these above on the days that I feel like this below:
This post was originally published on the Times UnionBooks Blog.
I’m going to end the year making you ugly cry, so be prepared. Yet, I’m still going to connect it back to a book but also share a much more important message that is best said via video.
This is my cousin. Since I don’t have a sister, she is the closest thing as a cousin who lived up the road most of my life. And that was what has happened over the last few months which culminated in a heart transplant, the gift of new life, on December 4th.
I had been out to visit her before things turned worse and as I returned to work, I saw a book that had been sitting on our shelves. For some reason I thought that maybe I’d read it but I wasn’t sure, so I took it with me to lunch and was instantly drawn in because it mirrored the real life experience my cousin was going through: the right book at the right time. I’m sure we’ve all experienced that at one time. The book was The Man Who Touched His Own Heart: True Tales of Science, Surgery, and Mystery by Rob Dunn, which is a fascinating deep dive into the heart from 2015 in a fairly comprehensive look that includes chapters on da Vinci and dogs as well as air pollution and what animal’s heart could likely be the most useful in transplantation. Dunn is an associate professor of Ecology and Evolution and brings a bevy of knowledge. While the title itself is taken from one of the stories, the book as a whole brings together multiple stories that adequately represent his opening statistic: one in three adults in the world will die of a disease of the cardiovascular system. Dunn does well by the couch scientist in us all to tell the story of the heart without complicated medical jargon and chronologically explain our understanding of this vital organ. As a reader, I know much more about how hearts work and respect how he goes about explaining it all through the brilliance and courageousness of professionals (and sometimes non-professionals).
I was particularly struck by the romantic notion that people had in the 1400s that Dunn shares
“In the 1400s, it was often said that the story of each lived life was written on the inside walls of the heart by a scribbling and obsessive God. When the heart was finally opened and examined in detail later in the same century, no such notes were discovered. Still, each mended heart bears the mark of a different kind of narration. Each mended heart beats out a conclusion to the struggles of the scientists, artists, surgeons, and writers who, with heroism, hubris, and insight, have done battle with the heart’s mysteries for millenia. Each mended heart beats out a story of frailty but also of possibility.”
For my cousin, mending her heart wasn’t possible, she needed a new one. She got one because someone decided to donate theirs. So, my message is two-fold: donate life through blood and organ donation. If you need a goal for 2020, make it this if you’re not already. And second, take this opportunity to learn, explore, escape, re-evaluate, and empathize with books. If that’s not a 2020 goal to read more, add that to your list too.