*blows six inches of dust off blog* Hi there! Guess what? I’m not dead. I’m just resting. Pining for the fjords. Generally busy, I guess. But I have not forgotten my blog!
Today I wrote a thing. However, because it is 2019 and I’m not a Luddite, I wrote it as a Twitter thread. It was downright thrilling, my first Twitter thread, let me tell you. Upon request (hi, Li! *waves*), I am now reposting it here. So let’s talk books and kids, shall we? Read the rest of this entry
I love Julie Valerie’s topic for her blog hop this month. Libraries! Avid writers/readers like me are passionate about libraries! And I’ll bet anything we have similar warm memories of the place—devouring everything in the juvenile section, from Go Dog Go to Judy Blume; discovering our genre of choice that we actually ended up writing as adults, like romance or mystery; meeting our friends there; spending rainy afternoons wandering through the stacks. We can all expound on the feeling of being surrounded by thousands of volumes, the smell of old books, the crinkling sound of the clear plastic covers protecting the hardbacks, the nice (or mean) librarian who always seemed to be behind the counter, the thunk of the card reader.
So, to avoid repeating a tale every library lover knows by heart, I’ll tell you about the time I became a fugitive from a library. In a foreign country. Read the rest of this entry