Dead Poe-t Society

And here's one from MJP

Ok, publishers. I see you with your awesome covers for Orwell's Animal Farm. Here's a favorite from Wordsworth

We got a couple more inches of snow overnight. I could either use it as an excuse to do absolutely nothing or an impetus to do lots of things around the house. Not sure yet which one will win.

Several years ago I lost a large portion of my CD collection. So every year on his birthday I celebrate one of my favorite artists by purchasing a David Bowie album. Going chronologically, today I come to Let's Dance, probably his most popular in the U.S.

Newly suggested friend on Facebook. Tempted to friend them just to see what the scam is

My fellow librarians have been reacting to so many things the last few years. COVID. AI. And now the election. I admit I am lucky to have a supportive county and board and don't expect to lose my job. I do, however, expect it to change. Just don't know how yet .

Difficult day clearing out my mother's apartment. Many items of little $ value but a lot of emotions. A chair older than me with threadbare upholstery. A concert tee from Paul McCartney. A strange wooden owl I just always remember being around. The tasks and feelings will stretch for months, I fear.

Colleague just yelled "Yay! Another book about pooping in outer space". Sometimes I'm a little jealous of Youth Services librarians

Today's used bookstore find: The Temples of Ayocan by Jeffrey Lord. They just. don't make covers like this anymore

I hate giving up on a book but I think I may have to bail on my current read

Me in conversation with author Marlon James for the Fall for the Book event this past week. Found him kind, thoughtful and a great interview. A lot of fun and a great event!

Looking forward to tonight's event with Marlon James on the campus of GMU. He's written some of the best fantasy of the last decade and I'm curious what he'll have to say fallforthebook.org/marlonjames/

Things I learn playing hangman with my kid: Pandas spelled backwards = Sadnap. You're welcome.

Visiting the mall in my childhood town with my kid is like dropping into a flourescent-lighted liminal space co-opted by capitalism