Here’s a thought for a different reading experience. The 812 section of your library has play scripts for checkout. One great thing about plays is that they are generally shorter than novels. Reading time is much quicker because the descriptive details are missing. The great thing about that is that you get to imagine the scene, the characters’ appearances, and the action. It’s more than Shakespeare, you know, although there’s nothing wrong with Shakespeare. And, think of the money you’ll save on theater tickets and parking.
Let’s talk about poetry for a moment. WAIT! DON’T RUN AWAY! We’re only talking. Why is it that we love poems like "The Night Before Christmas" and "Casey at the Bat", and yet worry over the poems our teachers ask us to read? We love the rhythm, the pace, the musicality, the rhyme, and the stories of these and similar poems. The more challenging poems have all that too. Why not try some more "serious" poetry: just listen to the music of it; feel the rhythm, and picture the images they present. That should be fun enough, but as you reread it, more things may happen in your mind.
In the early hours of December 7, a staff member here at Red Bridge was able to get a clear photograph of one of the "Invisible Turtles" making their home in that Branch. The size of the colony remains unconfirmed, but based on the number of missing library materials, items vanished from the staff fridge, (mainly half-drunk sodas and cookies) and the number is believed to be between fifteen and twenty-five. An accurate number of the turtles will not be possible until the turtles are caught, tagged, and re-released.
The unwritten rule is pretty strict: You don't like your best friend's boyfriend. But, what if you do? What if you can't stand being included in every date? What if you cringe every time they kiss? What if you start thinking he may actually like you back...?
Sometimes things happen. Sometimes a simple kiss can break the strictest unwritten rule, and your best friend ends up being your worst friend.
True Crime has never fascinated me, but I can’t put down Frank Hayde’s The Mafia and the Machine: The Story of the Kansas City Mob. Normally, I’m a fiction reader. I love anything with a happy ending. But, I saw this book for sale at the Nelson Atkins Museum of Art last week, and promptly put it on hold via blackberry. Having grown up in Kansas City, I usually take its history for granted.
While tucking my granddaughter into bed for the night, she asked me to tell her the story of The Three Little Pigs for the tenth time that day. The day before, the only story she wanted to hear was Rapunzel. My granddaughter, who loves to read, is even more transfixed when listening to a good story.
The day after Halloween, Christmas music begins to saturate the air waves. Some folks say, that’s too early to start playing Christmas music. Others think, there’s never a good time for Christmas music. In the spirit of Scrooge, I asked my coworkers to name their least favorite Christmas songs. Here are some of their responses: