1. I got some shoes to wear to the Nebula Banquet next Saturday that are not only cute, but they are COMFORTABLE too. Really. I am not much of a shoe person. My favorite attire on my feet is nothing. But last year at ALA, Amanda Jenkins turned me on to a brand I hadn't tried yet, Sofft. Problem was I couldn't find them in any stores around me so I took a chance and ordered some online. Yikes. But they fit perfectly and I loved them. I figure I've hit my jackpot for the month.
2 Got the UK jacket rough for The Adoration of Jenna Fox in the mail. Very cool. It comes out in the UK next spring. As soon as I have the final I will post it--it does involve a very blue eye.
3. Feeling very poor after paying taxes on Wednesday, wondering if I should return above mentioned shoes. But they are
comfortable . . .
4. In
my last blog post I talked about book ownership and the impact it had on me, and it reminded me of the programs,
Rolling Readers, and
First Book, that are committed to getting books into the hands of young readers--books that they can
keep. I will never forget when Robert Condon, the parent of one of my students and also the founder of Rolling Readers, asked me if he could come read to students in my classroom every week. Even with second grade I had a packed curriculum and hesitated, wondering how I would fit it in, and then of course, I slapped myself up the side of the head and told myself, what is more important than reading? And how wonderful that my students would get another role model reading to them besides myself. Mr. Condon came faithfully every week and read three picture books to my class each time. They loved it. At the end of the semester, he gave each student the hardcover picture book of their choice. As long as I live I will never forget the look on one student's face as she received her book. She hugged it to her chest, smiled so wide, and very nearly floated for the rest of the day. She was from a poor immigrant family and I knew without a doubt it was the first book she had owned, but after that day, I knew it wouldn't be her last and I secretly chastised myself for even thinking for a moment that I didn't have time for Mr. Condon to visit my classroom each week.