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Oh my goodness deary me, this year's Newbery Award winning children's book contains the word scrotum. More on the details, and my opinion here.
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It's a rare occurence, but it has been known to happen--I'm tired of reading right now.

I scooped up all my varied and sundry to-read piles from both schools before the break. Today, I curled up with a stack of books and made it through a dozen of them. Okay, so one was already half-done, and seven of them were Gr. 1-3 chapter books. (Estimated reading time: 10 minutes each) But still. And I spent most of the morning poking through the fruits of assorted seasonal fanfic challenges.

Public library books waiting to be read: 12
Unfinished books brought home from both schools: 81

what I've read over Christmas break so far )

Eighteen down, ninety-three to go. Of course, twenty-three of those are books I've already read, some fairly recently (The Outcasts of 19 Schuyler Place, The Bone Collector's Son, The Amulet of Samarkand), other many, many years ago (My Side of the Mountain, Pippi Longstocking), and am just skimming so I can book-talk them.

So really, that's only seventy books.


Of course, there's always that brand-new copy of Anansi Boys sitting there...
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I refer you to Unfortunate Children's Books, a sampling of old, outdated, and occasionally... unfortunate books taken off library shelves.

(And I recognize a couple, especially She and the Dubious Three. See my earlier post on fun and exiting books I've weeded for the full synopis about the hippie baby, plus the top three titles that sound dirty but aren't, and the inexplicable use of the phrase "sharp-shooting mortician in drag.")

Also of note, Jesus Goes to the Synagogue, and for those of us who really are still twelve, Tops and Bottoms.
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Updating on my coffee break again. Mmm, breakfast. More specifically, instant oatmeal (maple brown sugar with a handful of chopped pecans tossed in) and a bottle of grapefruit juice.

I've been feeling slightly cold-ish the past few days, but paranoid dosing of self with echinacea and ColdFX seems to be helping. What doesn't help: Trout having long conversations with himself at five this morning.

Him: Mrowwwr! Mrrr! Mrrreh?

Me: Mmmmph.

Him (from the other room now): Mrrrr? Mrrrreh! Mrowwwwwl!

Me: Shut up!

Him: Mrrrrr? (trots into bedroom, jumps up on bed, and takes this as meaning that I want to pet him)

Me: (pats cat on head, pushes him down beside me) Go back to sleep!

Loud, bad, smelly cat: (purrs briefly, gets up and wanders off. Then proceeds to start talking some more.)

Yeah. I'd say it's because [livejournal.com profile] troutkitty is still in Edmonton (she gets home tonight), but really, he does this when she's home, too.

Today's book: Prince Across the Water by Jane Yolen. YA historical fiction, thirteen year old Duncan runs off with his cousin to fight for Bonnie Prince Charles at Culloden. I started it on the bus this morning and am only about a quarter of the way in, but I'm enjoying it so far, as expected. (Jane Yolen = master storyteller)
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[livejournal.com profile] troutkitty is still feeling blah, so she did not make it to IFWA tonight. She is all flannel-nightie clad, and curled up playing the latest Zelda incarnation on the GBA.

Books to blurb from the past two weeks:
Bucking the Sarge by Christopher Paul Curtis
Girls in Love by Jacqueline Wilson
Seedfolk by Paul Fleischman
The Bourning Room by Paul Fleischman
Worlds Afire: The Hartford Circus Fire of 1944 by Paul B. Janeczko
Margaux With An X by Ron Koertege
Donorboy by Brendan Halpin
Heck, Superhero by Martine Leavitt
The Teacher's Funeral: A Comedy in Three Parts by Richard Peck
The Schwa was here by Neal Shusterman
Mosh Pit by Kristyn Dunnion

(I've been working my way through 2005's BBYA, does it show?) And yes, still not done Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell. Lovely, lovely book!

Checking the 2006 nominations... ooh, new Laurie Halse Anderson, Prom! (She wrote the truly awesome Speak.) New David Leviathan, Are We There Yet? (He wrote the truly amazing Boy Meets Boy!) And Janet McNaughton's spiffy YA SF novel The Secret Under My Skin must have been just released in the US, since it came out in Canada a few years ago. And another new one from Julie Anne Peters, Far from Xanadu, which looks like another GLBT YA title. Mmm, happy anticipatory book buzz...
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Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] dine:

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

Nearest book:

"They are just as suitable for teenagers looking ahead as are picture books, fairy tales, and trading-card reference diagrams are for those looking back--teenage is a Venn diagram of intersection experiences and literatures."

From Exploding the Myths: The Truth About Teenagers and Reading by Marc Aronson.

Nearest fiction book:

"As dusk comes and the temperature drops, she drags two rocking chairs over to the fireplace and lights a fire."

From Tending to Grace by Kimberly Newton Fusco. New YA fiction, haven't had time to read it yet.

Nearest fiction book I've finished:

*snerk* Okay, I'm going to have to excerpt instead.

Mrs. did some deep breathing.
"Please, children. Please. Did anyone in Room Nine draw a picture of a regular farm animal? Anyone at all. That's all I'm looking for. Just a regular old farm animal."
"I did! I did, Mrs.!" I yelled real excited. "I drew a picture of a rooster under a tree!"
"Oh, Junie B.! Thank you! That's perfect!" she said.
I holded it up so she could see it.
"See it, Mrs.? See how pretty it is?"
Mrs. looked at my picture.
"Oh yes. That's a very nice tree, Junie B.," she said. "But why is it lying on its side?"
"It crashed over in a rainstorm," I said.
"Oh," said Mrs. "Oh, dear."
She looked even closer.
"But I'm afraid I don't see the rooster, honey."
I pointed.
"There," I said. "See his foot under the branch? He did not get out in time, apparently."

From Junie B. Jones Has a Peep in Her Pocket by Barbara Park.

What am I reading that can't be lumped under the vague "professional development" heading? Hmm. Just finished rereading To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis.

Continue to need to post about some of the stuff I've read lately. But I've got half an hour until we're meeting Barb's sister for lunch, eep.
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So I'm not going to launch into my rant about approximately forty percent of the elementary and junior high school libraries in the city (close to two hundred of them) do not have a teacher-librarian, instead have a library assistant (read: usually someone's mom who may possibly at one point have worked in a library and shelved books and stuff and what possibly can you need actual training for?), pretty much all part time, in some cases fifteen hours a week or fewer.

Just, it's a bad thing. Trust me. For the kids (oh gee, what do we need information literacy skills for anyhow? Let alone the importance of establishing positive relationships with reading and libraries at an early age), the poor, beleaguered library staff, the teachers who are perpetually just sending kids to google, and the school library itself.

I'm currently subbing for the next month in a junior high library. Nice, bright, well-kept facility, really decent collection, no display space. I'm a huge believer in displays and browsing collections. I've been "making" display space on half-empty shelves and the one table I've co-opted because really, I'm bored. Feeling incredibly under-utilized (and honestly, under-employed), and damn sick of starting somewhere new every few weeks or months, and being in someone else's library.

It's tough to put together a display with just white paper. Junior high libraries don't have coloured construction paper aa a matter of course, incidentally. ;P But some jury-rigged fiction display I now have.

just in case anyone's remotely curious what books I put out etc )

I came up with maybe six books for a St Patrick's Day display. (Could not find Last Wolf of Ireland anywhere, dammit. Did find James Heneghan's The Grave which is a very cool time travel book.) I could have pulled stuff like James Joyce etc in a high school library, and an elementary would have all sorts of Irish folk tales and leprauchans, but not so much in the junior high. So the other half of the table is... wait for it... books with green covers.

Like I said. I was bored.

The library assistant I'm subbing for was midway through inventory and weeding when she got sick. So it looks like I'm weeding again. Incidentally, weeding has nothing to do with the care and uptake of any potted plants you may have in your library and everything to do with getting old, outdated, falling-apart, possibly now historical artefacts of books off the shelf.

I havene't yet said anything about some of the treasures I pulled off the shelf at the school I was at last month, have I? Watch this space for some positively absurd, and in some cases scary examples of why regular collection maintenance includes taking books OFF the shelf as well as buying new ones. As well as a vague recounting of my weekend and why Anna's tarot cards were all about our washing machine, what I've been reading lately, and other such thrills.

I would no doubt ramble on for many page more right now about all of the above but that would be tedious to actually read all at once. And I'm dead tired and need to go crawl into bed with my girl. Hate early mornings. Blah.


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