how reading every day makes me think about my everyday reading

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I read David Levithan’s Every Day over spring break, mostly because I wanted to read something that no one was telling me to read, but also because it counts for the YALSA/The Hub Reading Challenge. I am weeks behind on that, but I want to do it even though I have no time to do it, and I had Every Day on my shelf from when I got it at the YA Literature Symposium, so there you go. Check one off the list.

Anyway (now I’m going to assume you’ve read the book or can look up a summary elsewhere, because I HATE when people talk about books almost exclusively in plot summary, and I just want to talk about one particular thing), one of the things A talks about a lot is how ze (s/he) sometimes falls into a body where ze can just be passive all day, not do anything to further that person’s life goals or even to do a lot of basic things that person does on a regular basis. Ze just takes things as they come and barely responds to them.

It got me thinking about how I read things. Continue reading

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road trip wednesday: dream bookstore

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(My link on Pinterest apparently doesn’t work anymore, so I no longer know where this is or who took this photo. If you know, I’ll happily credit.)

I still don’t feel totally at home in any of the bookstores here. That’s probably a good thing, because now I don’t buy books in quite the quantity I used to. (Not that it’s not still a problem.) But it also means that I’m missing one of my main third places – the other one being my bathtub, which isn’t all that great here, either (I have to cover the drain with duct tape in order to fill the tub). I still go to them happily, but they’re just places where I look, not places where I know where things are, where I get the culture of it, where I recognize the cashiers (except that at one of the nearby bookstores, half of the employees went or still go to my graduate program). I want a comfy place again, but I guess that just comes from spending 22 years going to the same store, so maybe it’s not all the Greater Boston bookstores’ fault.

Still, though, when I don’t think about the fact that I have next to no business training, no money, and lots of fear, I want my own bookstore. Continue reading

ball-buster girl

I have never really been a comics person or a superhero person, but I’m finally fed up enough, and have lived in Boston long enough to know that this is a real problem, not just me having trouble transitioning, to decide that Greater Boston desperately needs the appearance of this superheroine: Ball-Buster Girl.

Her origin story: So. (Beowulf begins that way, guys, at least according to Seamus Heaney). Pretty normal and average twentysomething girl is leaving the Copley branch of the Boston Public Library. She kind of hates Copley because it’s confusing, its librarians are almost all incredibly rude and unhelpful, and the pretty part of the building is actually no longer the real library, and the part with the more current resources is actually a spectacularly ugly edifice. But still, since it’s the first public library in America and all, she wants to support it, and also, hello, how can you not use your library at least sometimes? People gotta read. Anyway, she’s wearing, like, normal clothes that you wear when you’re in your twenties and don’t have to be working on that particular weekday, because either you’re in graduate school or you’re a product of the economy and only work part time, or you’re independently wealthy, or you’re living off an inheritance, or you just can’t find work. Whatever. She looks put together and nice, not like she’s trying too hard, not slutty, not uptight, just clothes, folks.

So she’s leaving the library and walking towards Copley Square, which means she’s walking by the benches that line the periphery of the library like a wraparound porch, when she hears a wolf whistle (face it–in real life the fewest of even the crappiest people do this, but it makes for a better comic convention than kissy sounds, which is what she would be more likely to hear). Continue reading