Yesterday, I was sorting through a box of children's books a co-worker had given me. Almost all of the books had a name scribbled inside the front cover. These names were of individuals who previously owned the book. Some of the books had graced a classroom shelf, a home library, and others a child's bedroom bookshelf. I then began to ponder about the lives of books. I'm not speaking of the life of a particular title or a new, fresh-from-the bookstore book, but a used hardcover or paperback book. A book that has been read, shared, and passed around from parent to child, sibling to sibling, and friend to friend.
Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Reblogged from Thinking to Inking
My comment on this post: Yes, all of this! Despite everything else I was feeling this morning, I woke up determined. Stacy, your post put into words my attitude going forward.
Thinking to Inking: Pick Up Your Pen And Write. Your Voice Matters.: I was supposed to post our monthly YA book pick today, but in light of everything that's happened it doesn't feel right. Some of y...