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| Books, books, books = a glimpse of heaven? |
But I still remember "Pop-eyes," a breakfast mentioned once in one of those books: bread with a hole cut out of the middle (using a drinking glass) and fried with an egg to fill the center, topped with stewed tomatoes. This sounded so cool, I had to try it and it has since become one of my favorite comfort foods.
I still remember Caitlin
I remember being grossed out by a line from Jurassic Park
I remember having my library books confiscated in math, science, and yes, even English classes.
I remember being the weird kid who--people actually noticed--had a different paperback book every day or every other day.
I remember Anne of Green Gables
I remember Elizabeth Bennet
I remember Brittany
Books shaped my life and, at various times, saved it.
Writers matter. The words you put down to explain, describe, embellish your reality matter. Writers help to shape the generational discussion! But they also influence a little seventh- and eighth-grader girl to think about the nerd, the snob, the jock, and the emo kid in a more compassionate, accepting way. They teach her fun new recipes and weird social rituals she would otherwise not be privy to. They give her hope that someday she won't be the odd one out, that it gets better.
So I have to say thank you.
Thank you to the writers who reached me in the frailty of my adolescence. Thank you to the writers who are just beginning, but who will yet reach my children. It's not easy, but it's important.
You're awesome. Consider yourselves validated.
If you're looking for other ways to make a difference, Angela Ackerman has one opportunity for you kidlit lovers. Read my interview with her, and then head over to the Critter Palooza! It won't be a party without you.


