Catching Up

Fantasy is having a good summer so far — as most eagerly await the latest from Rowling-ville with books and bad ends anticipated. Everyone is eager but booksellers, that is. Yahoo news reports good news for readers, bad news for people trying to make a living from books: the next HP installment is already on deep discount. Many big chain retailers have slashed at most 50% from the $34.99 list price.

On one hand, I’ve never felt that it makes sense to sell a children’s book for twenty-five to thirty dollars — I mean, shouldn’t kidlit be something a kid can buy with their allowance or by turning in a few bottles for recycle? — and $34.99 is obscene. On the other hand, it pains me to see that once again independent booksellers are being hurt. What other choice do they have but to drop the price of the book as well? Or else not sell any? I’m torn on this one. I hate bullies, and I really try not to procure my books from anywhere but an independent or a library, but I’m also heinously cheap. Maybe I’ll just put off reading the last Potter book until the price comes down. (No spoilers, people.)

“Because it’s so easy, even an actor can do it (with apologies to cavemen)… “
Okay, if you watch One Life to Live, (or write for it, like my friend MeiMei), you will now be pleased to know that one of the actors is writing a graphic novel. See? So easy. Okay: snark aside, said actor has written a couple of horror novels. Moving on. Speaking of graphic novels, GalleyCat brings us a three minute video segment from The Wall Street Journal, on graphic novels and girls, and Colleen has the awesome Summer Reading List for Booksluts-in-training. Check those out instead.

This isn’t a children’s book issue — yet — I just want to say WHOA to what’s happening in federal prisons around the country. Because Books Aren’t Our Friends (and they’re so gosh-darned easy to ban to control the powerless), hundreds of books are vanishing from prison library shelves around the country. This is, of course, a post September-11th-thing, designed to protect us and prevent violent people from coming into contact with radical works.

Because: violent people AND reading – a noted combination.

I understand the fear, though, so I’m open to listening, right? Until I read this: “‘Inmate Moshe Milstein told the judge by telephone that the chaplain at Otisville [NY] removed about 600 books from the chapel library on Memorial Day, including Harold S. Kushner’s best-seller “When Bad Things Happen to Good People,” a book that Norman Vincent Peale said was “a book that all humanity needs.'”

Well, of course they banned that evil radical Muslim cleric book by a Jewish Rabbi. Of course.

As I said, this isn’t a children’s literature issue.
Yet.

Commencing to Commence

In the spirit of the 8 Things meme, here are eight things I learned at my brother’s 8th grade graduation:

1: The person who used to swarm up my body like it was a jungle gym is taller than I am even when I am wearing heels. This is simply wrong.

2: There are some people who just. Should not. Sing. In public. Ever. My Darling Brother is probably one of them.

3: I am somewhat suspicious toward nostalgia,

4: And, I am quite hostile toward sentiment,

5: But that doesn’t mean I don’t cry at the drop of a hat. Bother.

6: Eighth graders should be taught to stand up straight. I know that makes me sound like a fogey, but for goodness sakes, they looked like they were slouching off to their own executions. And could they have at least smiled when getting their diplomas with some show of enthusiasm?!

7: Eighth graders should probably not be allowed to choose their own class colors: royal blue and black? Let’s just swap that for the ‘black-and-blue’ we know it sounds like, hm?

8: Seeing classmates you haven’t glimpsed since high school and finding out she has three kids now… married the childhood sweetheart and recently dumped him for a new guy and has a seventh grader, a sophomore and a three year old to show for it… can be kind of a shock.

9: The shock is worse if she’s wearing a sleeveless black silk pantsuit, black 3″ stilettos and a gold lamé belt around her eighteen inch waist, the wench.

10: Seeing a high school crush you haven’t seen since high school at your brother’s 8th grade graduation makes your inner child feel very old.

‘Bemused’ is the word that most comes to mind when I approach social events that mingle ‘auld acquaintance’ and nostalgia, and immense crowds. Introverts really shouldn’t socialize; we worry people, I think. I think six or eight people are feeling quite sorry for my poor brother and his schizophrenic sister running around with a camera and trying to smile at everyone long enough for people to register her presence, so she could go the heck home…

The 48 Hour Wrap-Up

Ques’tu lis?”“Kes-tu-lis?” (*edit: Sebastien, a French intern at the Mouscron Public Library in Belgium has corrected me!) That is the question being posed to a bunch of young people in Belgium. It means (loosely translated) “What Are You Reading?” Everyone is getting ready for their summer reading programs, and “Kes’tu lis?” is a regular gathering that will introduce new mangas, graphic novels, and other cool reading. Go Belgian librarians! It sound really fun.

The 48 Hour Book Binge is such a nice kick-off to summertime.

Boy, sans The Book Thief, this year’s reading challenge went a lot better. Last year I was interrupted so many times I was frantic and irritated. I only finished seven books, and ended up being pulled into all kinds of other people’s problems, and I got really frustrated. This year, I am proud to report that being ruthless really helped. Clearly I need to be a bigger bully and make people feed me and leave me alone to read more often. I only felt guilty once or twice. Or three times. But no more than that.

This year, I finished …

  • Fifteen books (actually fourteen and a half, but I had to finish up the last Maude March!)
  • 3,688 pages (throw in a couple of MG and 400 pagers – it helps)
  • And approximately thirty-six hours of reading (barring sleeping, and an unfortunate phone call from a girlfriend I couldn’t tell to hush and leave me alone, ’cause she was calling long-distance, and an unfortunate choir rehearsal where the director was late – but I had my book in my purse, so all was well!).

Getting my reviews/comments posted was a bit of a challenge at times, but scrawling thoughts on handy scraps of paper seemed to work out okay. These couldn’t be mistaken as coherent reviews for the most part, but for some books it was a temptation to write essays (there’s that English major in me always wanting to respond to books in some way.) – which I squelched, for the most part. No matter how brief my comments, some of the books I read were fabulous, and you should check them out. I did begin some books and choose not to finish them or review them — I’ll spare all of us that torment — but I tried not to spend more than ten minutes on figuring out whether or not a book was worth my time.

As always, having an excuse to read unopposed is an unrivaled delight to me, and I hope to join the fun next year!

Time Flies!

With only an extended break for chorus rehearsal, I feel like I’ve been reading for days. It’s been a kick. I’ll be back with page count and time on the morrow… but for now, bed, to have one long convoluted dream featuring every character and storyline I’ve lived in the last 48 hours…