The Joys of Rereading, Or Why I Only Buy Books I Know I'll Read Again

I LOVE buying books. I love the feeling of finding the perfect one (or twelve), carrying it up to the register. I especially love it when the cashier makes comments or asks questions about the book(s) I'm about to purchase. I love carrying it home and cracking it open, or putting it on one of my many, many shelves for later. I also love the feeling of supporting the authors and artists who have contributed this lovely little piece of perfection to the world. I absolutely ADORE buying books.

But, alas, times are tough. My own personal budget has certainly felt the squeeze during this past year, and I have to admit I've bought far fewer books so far this year than in years past. I have a friend who buys books all the time - she recently confessed to me that she doesn't even own a public library card (!). But as much as I love buying books, I'm a library girl through and through. This most likely stems from my desire to be a librarian one day, but I also look at the library as an invaluable resource. I can, at any given time, get my hands on any book that I could possibly want, usually with no more than a days' wait (and patience is a virtue, after all). Then, when I've read a library book that I've loved, I simply add it to my ever-growing list of books to buy, and I feel quite happy with myself.

That's not to say that I never just take the plunge and buy something from the bookshop straightaway. Certainly when Sharon Creech, Kate DiCamillo, or Esme Codell have something new to offer, I'm at my local bookstore on release day, happy to snatch up whatever hits the shelf that day. And heaven knows I certainly didn't wait on a library list when Deathly Hallows arrived in 2007, or when Rick Riordan's final Percy Jackson title came out last spring. But, like I said, I'm a library girl through and through, and for the most part, I don't mind the wait.

As I'm preparing to move next week, and every single book I own is currently boxed away in preparation, I did sneak out to the bookshop for a few (okay, fine. Five.) titles last night to get me through the weekend. And I am happy to report that only two of the five have I ever read before. It is a nice feeling to purchase a book you've never read, something about the anticipation of the moment when you first turn back the cover to adventures yet undiscovered. But at the same time, I am looking forward to checking out the public library in my new neighborhood next week.

So yes, I love buying books. And I do manage to get book buying into my budget. But I feel the best when I purchase a book that I know I'll read again, or at the very least, my children will have the opportunity to read someday. I love living in a house surrounded my shelves and shelves full of books, and I really don't mind if they have that little library barcode on their spines.

Breaking Up is Hard to Do, Or Why Leaving Two Libraries for One Really Sucks

I'm about to do something I've done loads of times before. I'm moving on from one public library to another. I've done this in the past for many different reasons, and this time it's really as simple as moving to a new home, a new neighborhood, and a new public library system. The kicker this time, however, is that for the past six months, I've been the proud owner of two - count 'em! - two public library cards. Having grown up in a small community and then having attended college in an only slightly larger community, county lines were all very important in terms of who could get a public library card without having to pay massive yearly fees. But lo and behold, and much to my pleasant surprise, this is not so in the Big City. Here, counties blend one into another like nobody's business, and those tricky rules enforcing library proximity are pretty relaxed. So this year, for the first time ever, I was privy to the delight of two - count 'em! - two public library cards.

The great thing about having two library cards is that (a) you have nearly limitless access to anything you could possibly want to check out (for surely one of the two systems would have what you're looking for) and (b) it means you can have approximately a thousand books checked out at a time and no one even nods a head. (Well, that's not entirely true after all. I do have a husband who would patiently step over massive piles of books strewn about and have the decency to look only slightly puzzled as to why I might need to have so many out at any given time.) This also requires a good deal of organization, which happens to be something I live for. I mean really, it's right up there with aforementioned husband and small mountains of books in my living room. Trust me, post-it notes and due dates are the very dear friends of a girl with two library cards. Seriously.

Now that I'm going back to one public library (anyone thinking Flowers for Algernon here?), I have to admit that I'm a bit sad and a bit confused. The library system I'm moving into is actually quite good (I was in this same system some years ago) but it just isn't the same as having two - count 'em! - two stiff, shiny library cards nestled lovingly in my bag, just waiting to be scanned for the next big stack. Perhaps I'll get lucky and find that Big City rules don't apply in the suburbs either? Or maybe I'll just have to make my trips to the bookshop a bit more frequent.

Dan Radcliffe, You Will Break My Heart Yet, Or Why Half-Blood Prince is My New Favorite Potter

I did something last night that I've never done before. I went to a 12:01 showing of a movie, in this case Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. I have to confess that I was a tiny bit disappointed by the lack of outrageous costumes (admittedly, I could only rustle up a straw at the concession stand to use as a wand!) but that is where the disappointments ended. I have had very high hopes for this film since the very first trailer I saw, and my every hope was confirmed last night. This film is incredible! Certainly the best Potter film yet, and by far the most entertaining on both sides of the spectrum. It was lovely to laugh so much during a movie that you knew was going to end badly...and even though there were a few strays from the book (should we expect any less?), overall I found that it followed the story well, and those creative liberties that were taken were done so with such grace that I was quick to forgive. I was completely captivated by this movie. The actors have really come into their own, and I was seriously impressed by the depth of the performances. Each time I think I have conquered my Potter obsession, something like this comes along and smacks me in the face. Seriously, Jo Rowling, if I could have even one grain of your genius, I could die happy.

The true magic of Harry Potter for me (pun very much intended) is the fact I have read these books and seen these films dozens of times, and yet I still want more. I am now ridiculously excited for the next film installments. (How ever will we wait?) In the meantime, I am soaking up the media coverage of the film and its stars, rereading the series once again, and practicing my straw work, uh I mean wand work, for the release of the next film!

Fabulous Read Alouds, Or Why Being a Teacher Rocks!

I am often asked how/why I read as many books as I do. I'm beyond surprise when the answer to the question is often met with a chuckle and the words, "Oh, I see. You read kid's books" or something similar and equally snarky. Yes, I read kid's books. And guess what? They are some of the most deep, emotionally effecting, and certainly entertaining books out there. To all the eye rollers of the world, I challenge you to try it. I dare you to read a quality children's book and walk away without some sort of positive impression. Go on. Just try it.

I often have to point out to these stinkers that I read a lot both personally and professionally. I am a teacher by trade and I have certainly made it my mission to expose kids to a variety of quality literature in all different shapes, sizes, genres, styles, ups, downs, ins, outs...well, you get the picture. I thought for the sake of posterity, I would take a bit of time to list here some of our favorites from the last two school years.

Owl Babies - Martin Waddell
Bridget and the Moose Brothers - Pija Lindenbaum
The Big Orange Splot - Daniel Manus Pinkwater
Fancy Nancy - Jane O'Connor
Alice the Fairy - David Shannon
Baby Brains - Simon James (and subsequent sequels)
Dear Mr. Blueberry - Simon James
Burger Boy - Alan Durant
Chickens to the Rescue - John Himmelman
Imogene's Antlers - David Small
Little Pea - Amy Krouse Rosenthal
Snip Snap! What's That? - Mara Bergman
Strega Nona - Tomie dePaola
My Father the Dog - Elizabeth Bluemle
Martha Speaks - Susan Meddaugh
19 Girls and Me - Darcy Pattison
When Dinosaurs Came with Everything - Elise Broach
Lost and Found - Oliver Jeffers
The Incredible Book Eating Boy - Oliver Jeffers
Gator - Randy Cecil
Duck - Randy Cecil
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - Judith Viorst
Miss Nelson is Missing! - Harry Allard (and subsequent sequels)
I'd Really Like to Eat a Child - Sylviane Donnio
The Fantastic Mr. Wani - Kanako Usui

Of course, this list could continue on for days and days, which I have to admit is a point of pride for me. I'm really pleased that kids leave my classroom discussing books...and begging their parents for a trip to the library or bookstore!

What are your favorite titles to share with kids?

I'll Take My Chances with the Lightning, Or Why Violet Raines Struck My Heart

"I tear the word jubilant out and add it to my collection. Even though I am the exact opposite of jubilant, I can see it's a good word. It sounds like candy, something colorful and sweet you can chew on for a long time."

This is exactly how I feel about Violet, the heroine of Danette Haworth's lovely gem of a novel, Violet Raines Almost Got Struck by Lightning. At times she left me feeling less than jubilant, but for the most part, she was sweet and colorful and I was so glad to have met her. Spunky, snarky, and full of sass, this is one diva I'd love to have as my loyal friend, even if it means taking a chance and knowing a storm or two might come along. This is a fantastic first offering from an author sure to have many more stories to tell. I can only hope that Violet will be in good company!

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow, Or Why I Look to Picture Books for Infinite Wisdom

Dashka Slater's The Sea Serpent and Me gets me every time. It is the bittersweet tale of a sea serpent who one night falls out of the faucet and into the bath tub (and heart) of a young girl. As the days pass, the sea serpent grows larger and larger. As much as they are both enjoying their friendship, soon both serpent and girl realize that he must return to the sea. As any good friend would, the girl supports the serpent's needs, and soon they are parting ways. I'm getting choked up just thinking about it!

Complimented (and moved forward) by Catia Chien's dreamlike illustrations, The Sea Serpent and Me has been a favorite of my Kindergarten crowd for weeks and will certainly be on my shelf of favorites for years to come. This is one of those classic stories of friendship that never goes out of style, and I honestly have to hand it to authors like Slater who don't underestimate what kids are capable of understanding and feeling. I have found that this is a wonderful title to use at the end of the school year for teachers, students, and friends who are parting ways. I just can't decide who needs the comfort more: the students or the teacher.

25 Random Things About Me, Or Why Sometimes Kid Lit Allows for a Bit of Snark

Facebook is one of my absolute favorite ways to take my attention away from reading. Sometimes at the end of a particularly satisfying read (or a particularly disappointing one), I just feel the need to walk away for a bit. Sometimes it is to bask in the warm glow of an amazing story; sometimes it is to allow myself to recover from the icy clutches of a nasty one. At any rate, I'm a self-proclaimed Facebook junkie and a few months ago, these "forwarded" notes were raging all around the site. "One Word Answers." "Shuffle Your iPod." "25 Random Things About Me." Sure, it is fun to write 25 so-called random things about yourself (things your friends undoubtedly already know about you), but I decided to do things a little differently. Here I present "25 Random Things...and then some!"

1. One time, while playing hide and seek with my siblings, I hid in an old wardrobe and disappeared into a magical land.

2. When I was young, I lived across the road from a farm inhabited by a pig, some geese, some sheep, a couple cows, a rat, and one very clever spider.

3. I once moved to Florida and befriended a stray dog, which I promptly named after a local grocery store.

4. When I was 11 years old, I received an acceptance letter to an old school in England. I got there by riding a train.

5. When I was young, I could only see in black and white, until I became friends with this old guy who taught me the ways of the world.

6. I have a younger brother who is actually a mouse.

7. I am currently engaged in a high-stakes, worldwide hunt for clues that will lead to possible world domination.

8. I love my dog so much that I once wrote an entire book of poems about him.

9. I was once inspired to redecorate my house by a seagull and a can of orange paint.

10. I once saved a colony of owls from losing their home to a pancake house.

11. I used to eat at a restaurant where you always got a waffle, no matter what you ordered.

12. When my dad reads aloud, things come out of books.

13. I once pretended to be Zen to impress a girl.

14. I once belonged to a secret society of genius kids who were trying to save the world from their leader's deranged twin brother.

15. I once discovered a carousel that served as a fountain of youth.

16. When I was a kid, all these crazy things kept happening to me and I didn't know why. Then I found out that my best friend was actually a goat and things got pretty weird from there.

17. Storks used to build their nests on the roof of my school.

18. I once took a tour of a candy factory. It turned out to be a pretty big deal.

19. A friend of mine used to take me to a magical land by swinging on a rope over a string.

20. I once decided to go live in the wilderness, where I befriended a peregrine falcon.

21. I once lived in Canada, had red hair, and talked way too much.

22. Another time I had red hair and lived with a monkey and a horse.

23. I have aunts named Sponge and Spiker.

24. I'm always in favor of a wild rumpus.

25. In high school, I moved to a small town in Washington and made some new friends. I don't sleep much anymore.