My current read…
On the Jellicoe Road by Melina Marchetta
“Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren’t prone to spilling your coffee or cognac on the sheets.” -Stephen King
I took some time to hike the Tawas Point State Park and thought it’d be fun to make a post using some of the pictures I snapped while tying in literature…
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.” -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.” -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“The silence drew off, baring the pebbles and shells and all the tatty wreckage of my life.” -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
“Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that – I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much – so very much to learn.” -Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” -Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
One of the projects I’ve been working on is cultivating an outreach program at my library. With the Michigan Library Privacy Act (1982 PA 455, MCL 397.601), it’s been a slippery slope. Pursuant to the Act, I cannot utilize any of the library’s patron databases to generate mailing lists; however, I can (and so can you) request, via the Freedom of Information Act, the permanent absentee voter rosters of the townships and municipalities residing within my library’s legal and contracted service area.
Further, once I obtain that information, I cannot use my library’s database to custom tailor the list because that would be once again be violating the Act; therefore, each person on the absentee voter roster will receive a letter informing them of the outreach program (and a plethora of other awesome reasons to visit DPL) regardless if they are patrons or not. (It would behoove of me to include a little ditty in these letters explaining as to how I obtained their information, via “FOIA-ing” their township clerk, so that my library is not found culpable of violating the Act, if someone should raise an eyebrow.) Commissioner Faber, who represents District 2 (and is awesome), frequently attends our township board meetings with updates about the happenings in the County and keeps us apprised as to some of the different services being offered — e.g. changes at the recycling center. Knowing this information, I am better able to serve the residents of Watertown Township. With that said, I plan on attending township board meetings in 2015 to briefly talk about the services available to the residents within my library’s service area.
On Monday morning, I made my way to White Pine Library Cooperative for a board meeting — unfortunately, we didn’t have enough members present for a quorum, but we talked shop which I thoroughly enjoyed. There’s nothing like being a newbie in a room filled with over 100 years of collective field experience. I felt like a kid in a candy shop — better yet: a nerd girl in a bookstore! Loved the time with my colleagues.
Having a friend who grew up in Saginaw and has now asked a couple of times if I’ve ever visited Zauel Memorial Library, I figured I should probably stop by. Besides…when have I ever based up an opportunity to visit a library and get new ideas? I can add Zauel to the list of Michigan libraries that I’ve toured. (Now that I think of it, I should probably post my list.)
I did my customary pictures of Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. This library is extra awesome because they had FIVE copies.
I’m digging these labels on some of their AV materials — I think it could help avoid some of the confusions with patrons: some DVDs check out for free, but they have late fees associated them if they aren’t returned on time. At DPL, the fine is $1.00 per day.
My library isn’t big enough to devote an area for award books, but if it was…you can bet that I’d have an award book collection! I found some Newbery and Caldecott spines in a drawer and recently asked staff to track down our award winners.
I’m sitting in a small restaurant eating lunch and reading the book Nest by Esther Ehrlich during my lunch hour.
When I flip over, the chlorine burns my eyes, but I like the way everything looks fuzzy and green. I surface – dive down, down, down. With my belly on the bottom of the pool, I’m a beautiful mermaid. I take my hair out of its ponytail and put the elastic on my wrist. I swim around with my long, flowy hair and slithery body. Tiny bubbles float off my skin. The golden hair on my arms wave around. A mermaid never needs to come up for air. She opens her mouth and tasty minnows drift in. She drinks seawater. She swims for as long as she wants, and no one sees her unless she wants them to. No one sees her and no one talks to her and no one touches her and says stupid things. No one even thinks about her. And she doesn’t think about anyone. …I want to stay down here in the fuzzy green, not thinking about anyone…but my lungs ache and my head hurts and I can’t help pulling myself up through the water and gulping air.
I could see this book winning the Newbery.
The past month has been one of firsts.
As a new director, I recently completed my first Library of Michigan State Aid report. It wasn’t as cumbersome as I anticipated and I even found myself rather enjoying digging into some of the numbers in order to get the percentage of funds contributed by the specific municipalities within my library’s legal and contracted service area. I had several preconceived notions which were challenged and later laid to rest. I’ve had a few conversations with library folks, based on the data, and they too had their ideas challenged. Overall, the process has been very enlightening and I plan on presenting some of the data at the next library board meeting.
This past week, the library hosted my first adult program since taking the reigns. A dear friend, Melissa Brown-VanSickle, presented an introduction to essential oils which focused on the various health properties and uses of different types of oils. Each person in attendance was given an oil, of their choosing, in a cute little bottle to take home and enjoy.
On Friday, the library participated with other local business in the Deckerville Dickens of a Christmas. We offered two story/craft sessions — one in the morning and the second in the evening. The evening session had excellent attendance! Story of choice was Pete the Cat Saves Christmas by James Dean and Eric Litwin.
The group decorated snowflakes (which I cut out prior to the program — for simplicity) with: crayons, glitter glue, faux bling, and sequins.
It was three years ago, when I was turning 30, that I decided to tour 30 libraries for my birthday — the 30 Years and 30 Libraries project. One of the libraries in which I toured, Moore Public Library, won a new AWE early literacy station at our library cooperative’s annual meeting. After conferring with their library board, MPL donated their used AWE station to Deckerville Public Library! The new-to-us AWE station is sitting upon a cute little antique desk which was just donated by a member of the library staff — her husband even sandblasted and repainted it.
Earlier this year, I was asked if I’d be interested in revamping the Village of Deckerville’s website. I wanted to get settled into my position before undertaking any projects outside of the library. The project started in November and went live during the last week in November. It’s still a work in progress as I’ll be adding ordinances and permits as well as doing something a bit different for the public notices page, but it’s out there and people seem pleased thus far.
Now I just need to finish my library’s new website…
This week, I finally read Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher. I wish I hadn’t waited so long to pick it up. Like The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky, the book resonated with me and I found it to be poignant, thought-provoking, and…very necessary.
I’d like to first start by listing the awards associated with this book:
South Carolina Book Award: Young Adult Book Award (2010)
Georgia Peach Honor Book Award (2009)California Book Award
Abraham Lincoln Award
New York Times Best Seller
Starred Kirkus Review
Having attended a high school which earn the nicknamed “Suicide High” – complete with a CNN helicopter hovering over the field during my soccer practice – I became well-informed about suicide as a young adult by way of incessant teacher talks, dramatic assemblies in the field house, an endless barrage of fact sheets and surveys, and even a group called “SOS” which stood for “Save Our Students.”
Working as a Page at Oxford Public Library, I even sported an orange “SOS” t-shirt as I shelved young adult literature in the newly-built library; however, the books I was shelving back then didn’t even come close to today’s contemporary realistic fiction. What was common: stories about the first kiss, winning over the most popular guy, and books about girls working an after school job and saving up for the perfect prom dress while desperately hoping that their crush is a mind-reader and asks them to prom.
Even though I was handling those books several times a week — checking in and shelving — I wasn’t even the slightest bit interested in reading any of them. My lack of interest was not because I thought they were poorly written, but rather because I found myself unable to relate and ended up feeling frustrated and even more ostracized.
I didn’t need escapism, what I needed was reality. I wanted to know that I wasn’t alone. (“It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.” –John Green)
Trending on Facebook right now is a picture of Judy Blume with a powerful quote about librarians: “Librarians save lives by handing the right book at the right time to a kid in need.” It’s been shared on my timeline twice and sent to my inbox several times. I’ve already blogged, several times now, about the importance of contemporary realistic fiction for teens. Judy Blume summed it up. I’ll spare you… (…it’s a topic that I can go on and on and on about.)
Thirteen Reasons Why is not a book for everyone, but it could be the right book at the right time for the right kid. Back in the day, if it had published, it might’ve been the right book for some of my classmates. It would’ve helped to put some things into perspective for me.
Quotes which resonated with me:
“Like driving along a bumpy road and losing control of the steering wheel, tossing you — just a tad — off the road. The wheels kick up some dirt, but you’re able to pull it back. Yet no matter how tightly you grip the wheel, no matter how hard you try to drive straight, something keeps jerking you to the side.”
“And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home… I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally… I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.”
“You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own. And when you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re not messing with just that part. Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective. When you mess with one part of a person’s life, you’re messing with their entire life. Everything. . . affects everything.”
“No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.”
“Sometimes we have thoughts that even we don’t understand. Thoughts that aren’t even true — that aren’t how we feel — but they’re running through our heads anyway because they’re interesting to think about.”
“Just knowing that I’d be going to Monet’s to write poetry made the days more bearable.”
“If you hear a song that makes your cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore.
But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.”
“You can’t go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is now.”
“I was breaking. If only I’d talked to you sooner. We could have been…we could’ve…I don’t know. But things had gone too far by then. My mind was set. Not on ending my life. Not yet. It was set on floating through school. On never being close to anyone. That was my plan. I’d graduate, then I’d leave.”
“‘I didn’t know what to make of that night. Everything that happened. I’d liked her for so long from away, but I never had a chance to tell her.’ I look down at the Walkman. ‘We only had one night, and by the end of that night, it seemed like I knew her even less than before. But now I know. I know where her mind was that night. Now I know what she was going through.'”