<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:24:00.326-04:00</updated><category term='journals'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='characters'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='how to read a poem'/><category term='newbery'/><category term='ensemble casts'/><category term='favorite authors'/><category term='guilt trips'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='radio lab'/><category term='BYU'/><category term='things i&apos;m looking forward to'/><category term='GWB'/><category term='soundtracks'/><category term='home'/><category term='authors'/><category term='the who woulda thought? files'/><category term='summer'/><category term='t-shirt'/><category term='baking'/><category term='new yorker'/><category term='tv'/><category term='brooklyn'/><category term='muppets'/><category term='neil numberman'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='trailers'/><category term='hunger games'/><category term='future'/><category term='romance'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='reading'/><category term='songs stuck in my head'/><category term='frankenstein'/><category term='overly emotional'/><category term='ya'/><category term='notebooks'/><category term='cloud'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='editor-friends'/><category term='caramel glaze'/><category term='Robert Downey Jr'/><category term='obama'/><category term='covetable'/><category term='graceling'/><category term='illuminated manuscripts'/><category term='snappy dialogue'/><category term='pumpkin scones'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='editing'/><category term='illustration'/><category term='stories'/><category term='adversaries'/><category term='nyc'/><category term='Star Trek'/><category term='picture books'/><category term='scintillating conversation'/><category term='beloved books'/><category term='articles'/><category term='technology'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='pamela spiro wagner'/><category term='songs'/><category term='comfort books'/><category term='neil gaiman'/><category term='lists'/><category term='change'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='conference'/><category term='happinesses'/><category term='understanding'/><category term='coincidence'/><category term='hope'/><category term='poetry month'/><category term='snark'/><category term='writing tips'/><category term='where the wild things are'/><category term='ballerina'/><category term='setting'/><category term='playlists'/><category term='friends'/><category term='meme'/><category term='ebooks'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='places'/><category term='believing'/><category term='secret garden'/><category term='politics'/><category term='my undying love for west wing'/><category term='legends'/><category term='sxswbp'/><category term='artists'/><category term='museums'/><category term='good thoughts'/><category term='questionnaire'/><category term='secret hideouts'/><category term='life'/><category term='publishing'/><category term='top 100 books'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='food'/><category term='books i&apos;ve edited'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='digital'/><category term='teens'/><category term='writing'/><title type='text'>A Curiosity Shop</title><subtitle type='html'>odds &amp;amp; ends from a children&amp;#39;s book editor</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4264665331132548431</id><published>2009-11-16T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:46:14.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New site!</title><content type='html'>I'm over at &lt;a href="http://marthamihalick.com"&gt;http://marthamihalick.com&lt;/a&gt; now. Please update your bookmarks and feeds accordingly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4264665331132548431?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4264665331132548431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-site.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4264665331132548431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4264665331132548431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-site.html' title='New site!'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-5058335593404614017</id><published>2009-11-15T21:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:40:18.430-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin scones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caramel glaze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Recipes: A new favorite and an old one</title><content type='html'>Baking and cooking are two favorite weekend unwinding activities after a busy week (which it seems like all weeks are lately, doesn't it?). And since making good food is made even better by sharing it with others, I thought I'd share two favorite recipes: one that I've been making for dinner for years and one that I tried for the first time today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken Tikka &amp;amp; Coconut Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SwC_Cv7FxGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fRwZfLyPgDI/s1600/DSC_2886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SwC_Cv7FxGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fRwZfLyPgDI/s320/DSC_2886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404529606789547106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got this from a friend who got it from a cookbook whose title I don't know. But I've significantly adapted it over the years, so I don't feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; bad about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tsp fresh ginger pulp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 largish clove of garlic, put through garlic press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Tbs chili powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Tbs tumeric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 1/2 tsp salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 1/3 cup plain yogurt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7-8 Tbs lemon juice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 Tbs chopped fresh cilantro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;boneless, skinless chicken, cut into pieces (I usually cut up about 3-4 thin chicken breasts)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 zucchini, chopped into pieces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Combine everything except chicken and zucchini and mix well. Stir in chicken and let marinate for 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat broiler to medium (my broiler only has high or low settings, so I use low) and line a broiler tray with foil. Pour the chicken mixture onto tray and mix in zucchini. Baste with about 2 Tbs. vegetable oil. Broil for about 15-20 minutes until cooked, stirring/turning occasionally so it doesn't brown too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I serve this with rice. If I'm feeling a little decadent, I make the rice with coconut milk instead of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pumpkin Scones with Caramel Glaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SwDCPAlHUpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bkbbxpwqzdI/s1600/DSC_2876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SwDCPAlHUpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/bkbbxpwqzdI/s320/DSC_2876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404533115954090642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Up on the Upper West Side, there is a very wonderful, very girlie place for tea called Alice's Tea Cup. They have the most amazing scones I have ever eaten, and the best of them all is the pumpkin scone. A couple of friends and I go there for special occasions or girl-time or when we simply cannot deny the pumpkin scone craving any longer. I've been trying to find a recipe to replicate them for years, and finally figured it out today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin Scone (adapted slightly from &lt;a href="http://www.honeyandjam.com/2009/10/pumpkin-scones-with-spiced-glaze.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;--just the scone recipe, not the glaze)&lt;br /&gt;Makes 24 scones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 1/2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 cup light brown sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 1/2 tsp baking powder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 3/4 tsp ground cinnamon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tsp ground ginger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3/4 tsp nutmeg&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/8 tsp ground cloves&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup cold unsalted butter, diced&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 cup pumpkin puree (I used canned. Just be sure it's not pumpkin pie mix!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2/3 cup chilled cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Preheat the oven to 400 degrees and line a baking sheet with parchment paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large bowl, mix together flour, brown sugar, salt, baking powder, baking soda, and spices.&lt;br /&gt;Cut in the butter, either using a pastry cutter or two knives, until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a medium bowl, mix together eggs, pumpkin puree, and cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using an electric mixer, beat the wet into the dry until just combined. (Small bits of butter will be visible, but flour mixed in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface and knead gently and quickly until smooth. Divide the dough into 4 equal pieces. Form each one into a 4"-round about 1" thick. Cut each into 6 wedges and place on baking sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for about 15 minutes, or until tops look golden brown and sides flaky and dry. Cool on a wire rack for at least 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caramel Glaze (adapted slightly from &lt;a href="http://eatathomecooks.com/2009/08/old-fashioned-spice-cake-with-caramel-glaze.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 Tbs butter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 Tbs brown sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 Tbs white sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 Tbs cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1/4 tsp cinnamon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Mix everything together in a saucepan and bring to boil over medium heat. Let boil for about a minute. Stir.  Mine got a little thick while I waited for the scones to cool, so I thinned it with about a Tbs of water.  I wanted a good consistency to drizzle over the scones. Place scones on plate and drizzle the glaze over them using a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice's always serves all of their scones with clotted cream and raspberry preserves. Which I highly recommend, if you have both available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-5058335593404614017?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5058335593404614017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/11/recipes-new-favorite-and-old-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5058335593404614017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5058335593404614017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/11/recipes-new-favorite-and-old-one.html' title='Recipes: A new favorite and an old one'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SwC_Cv7FxGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/fRwZfLyPgDI/s72-c/DSC_2886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-8999782832911446189</id><published>2009-10-31T22:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T22:26:38.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GWB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frankenstein'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books i&apos;ve edited'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neil numberman'/><title type='text'>Good advice for Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SuzwuYIqF5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/toEXEs341_8/s1600-h/n97456275106_6314210_5306189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SuzwuYIqF5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/toEXEs341_8/s320/n97456275106_6314210_5306189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398954732853794706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see some of the inside and buy it right over &lt;a href="http://browseinside.harpercollins.com/index.aspx?isbn13=9780061568169"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And you probably should, since it is witty and wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-8999782832911446189?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8999782832911446189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-advice-for-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/8999782832911446189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/8999782832911446189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-advice-for-halloween.html' title='Good advice for Halloween'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SuzwuYIqF5I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/toEXEs341_8/s72-c/n97456275106_6314210_5306189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-6956163097896815929</id><published>2009-10-21T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:43:10.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This may be a reach.</title><content type='html'>So. I've had Depeche Mode's "Enjoy the Silence" playing continuously in my head since last Thursday.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; (Thanks, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;.) In pondering &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; it's so catchy, I realized that the refrain has something in common with another song that often gets stuck in my head, "Ultimatum" by The Long Winters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;main&lt;/span&gt; reason these songs are earworms&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt; has to do with the music. But both also involve the idea of reaching and holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimatum:&lt;br /&gt;My arms miss you&lt;br /&gt;My hands miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the Silence:&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted,&lt;br /&gt;all I ever needed,&lt;br /&gt;Is here, in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this also has something to do with why they stick in my head. The concept of reaching out and holding and connecting. It's such an important part of life. And is it perhaps also why book jackets with images of hands are so compelling and appealing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is that a crazy theory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There may also have been some secret apartment singing and dancing involved.&lt;br /&gt;**I hate the word earworms. I can't believe I used it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-6956163097896815929?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6956163097896815929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-may-be-reach.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6956163097896815929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6956163097896815929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-may-be-reach.html' title='This may be a reach.'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-7468330137723933454</id><published>2009-10-19T00:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:15:55.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illuminated manuscripts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ebooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='digital'/><title type='text'>Thinking about the Centuries</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite books is Frances Hodgson Burnett's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/span&gt;. I've read it many times, but the first time, I borrowed it from a friend in the third grade. She had a hardcover edition that was oversized. The cover shows us Mary in a yellow coat looking over her shoulder while pulling back a wall of ivy. I remember resting it on my lap while I read it. It had heft and weight and smelled of paper and ink and a little of my friend's house. Even now, though I don't have a copy of that exact edition, it's part of how the story lives in my mind whenever I think of it or reread it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of that reading experience this weekend after walking through some of the exhibits at the Morgan Library. The museum has a fantastic, if small, exhibit on Sendak's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are&lt;/span&gt;, which includes original art and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;handwritten original manuscripts.&lt;/span&gt; (Undeniably amazing.) But it also has a Gutenberg Bible, letters and original manuscript pages from the likes of Dickens, Eliot, and Hemingway, and a number of illuminated prayer books and bibles. At the end of the summer, I also went to an illuminated manuscript exhibit at the Met which blew my mind a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of a book that's a thousand years old--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a thousand years old&lt;/span&gt;--with an eReader and a blackberry in my bag made my brain want to implode. That's a millenia of ways to read all within a few square feet. And those centuries-old books are so full of craft. People spent years and years perfecting their skills to make those books. The calligraphy, the artwork, the bookbinding, papermaking . . . it's a work of art. One that you can tell a person, or many people, put care and attention and love into. All books are works of art, even today. Care goes into the choosing of typeface, the layout, design, presentation. Every single detail is taken into account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of physical presence is one of my worries about ebooks. And that's not to say that I don't like ebooks, or digital books, or whatever is currently developing. I think it's exciting and interesting and part of the future of reading. But have we figured out the craft of creating them yet? Right now, they seem more about convenience and availability, not design or art. A good story is a good story no matter how it's presented, but a good package makes the reading experience even better. None of the digital readers are what I'd call beautiful yet. (Ok, maybe the iPhone is the exception here.) But I think we'll get there, so that reading a digital book has the same physical presence, evokes the same sensory memory that reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/span&gt;--and so many other books--has always had for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-7468330137723933454?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7468330137723933454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-about-centuries.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7468330137723933454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7468330137723933454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/10/thinking-about-centuries.html' title='Thinking about the Centuries'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-584584419127936355</id><published>2009-10-12T23:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:40:47.199-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coincidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Big City, Small World</title><content type='html'>The first year I lived in the city, whenever I went back to my small Pennsylvania hometown for the holidays, I would hear from high school classmates, “Didn’t you move somewhere crazy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, sure, I guess I did. I got run into by an old man in a wheelchair the other day (being pushed by a teenager) while I was standing perfectly still on a street corner. Which is only the most recent in strange things that have happened in the last eight years--and one of the most mild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But New York, and especially Brooklyn, most of the time feel even smaller than my hometown. Even though there are millions of people in this city, and even though I see so many different ones every single day, I also see familiar faces. I can get on the subway and it’s not all that unusual for one of my best friends to get on the same car. Walking from one of my favorite indie bookstores to the B&amp;amp;N down the street, recently, I ran into another &lt;a href="http://auntfeathersbookshelf.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; and we stopped to talk books and art until we both got too cold. And, of course, children’s publishing is an even smaller world, where everyone knows everyone, and you’re never at an event by yourself. Occasionally even when that event has no relation to publishing (but of course everything to do with good taste).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get a warm glow when I run into someone I know. It leaves me smiling. Seeing friends when you expect them and when you least expect them makes this vast city cozy. And surprising, and familiar, and, yes, strange. And it makes it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt; theme song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-584584419127936355?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/584584419127936355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-city-small-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/584584419127936355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/584584419127936355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-city-small-world.html' title='Big City, Small World'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-781042880283750845</id><published>2009-09-21T22:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:53:14.101-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>With a Little Help from My Friends</title><content type='html'>"A friend is one who walks in when everyone else walks out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Understand that happiness is not based on possessions, power, or prestige, but on relationships with people you love and respect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wherever you are, it is your friends who make your world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A best friend, in my opinion, is someone who you can be foolish in front of, you know, be yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can hope to find in our travels is an honest friend." -Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'You have been my friends,' replied Charlotte. 'That in itself is a tremendous thing.'" --E. B. White, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlotte's Web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To let friendship die away by negligence and silence is certainly not wise." --Samuel Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies." --Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved--loved for ourselves, or rather, in spite of ourselves." --Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends may change and friendships evolve, but they never truly end because they are not merely the destinations of a passing moment but the journeys of a lifetime."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A friend is a person who reaches for your hand and touches your soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are not many things in life so beautiful as true friendship, and not many things more uncommon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I no doubt deserved my enemies, but I don't believe I deserved my friends." --Walt Whitman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The making of friends, who are real friends, is the best token we have of a man's success in life."  --Edward Everett Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with roughest courage. When the are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know." --Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing makes the earth seems so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and the longitudes." --Thoreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter." --Marlene Dietrich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My God, this is a hell of a job. I have no trouble with my enemies. I can take care of my enemies all right. But my damn friends, my goddamn friends. They're the ones that keep me walking the floor at night."  --Warren G. Harding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."  --Bernard Meltzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had to choose between betraying my country and betraying my friends, I hope I should have the guts to betray my country."  --E. M. Forster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two persons cannot long be friends if they cannot forgive each other's little failings."  --Jean de la Bruyere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven't learned anything." --Mohammed Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most beautiful discover true friends can make is that they can grow separately without growing apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship is certainly the balm for the pangs of disappointed love." --Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meaning that if someone is really close with you, your getting upset or them getting upset is okay, and they don't change because of it. It's just part of the relationship. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt;. You deal with it." --Sarah Dessen, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It struck her that she was very lucky in her life's people." --Kristin Cashore, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-781042880283750845?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/781042880283750845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-little-help-from-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/781042880283750845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/781042880283750845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-little-help-from-my-friends.html' title='With a Little Help from My Friends'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-1769787636201482549</id><published>2009-09-07T23:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:37:49.534-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brooklyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nyc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happinesses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good thoughts'/><title type='text'>I &lt;3 NY</title><content type='html'>NYC is not an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;easy&lt;/span&gt; place to live. The rent is high, the crowds are thick, the subways are stinky, the greenery is sparse. It's easy to find things to complain about. But when you love it, you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; love it. I had one of those weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SqXQtOcPNLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Az4HjZ3nY2k/s1600-h/CIMG5683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SqXQtOcPNLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Az4HjZ3nY2k/s200/CIMG5683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378934805353149618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the US Open for the first time on Thursday night, which was so much fun. A perfect late summer evening, quality time with my sister, a full moon, and seeing the last set from four rows back because the match ended so late. Going home I had train issues that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; have made me hate the city. When I tried to make the connection to my train, it was not stopping at that station, you see. So I would have had to go in the opposite direction for a stop and then switch. At 1:30 in the morning. Instead, I went out to the street and got a cab--which is a treat for me. Riding over the Brooklyn Bridge and along the BQE, looking out at the city's lights with the windows down, was the perfect end to an already great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that I &lt;3-ed about NYC this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* reading in the sunshine on the Brooklyn Promenade&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SqXRSXv9VqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/McySXdtCvDo/s1600-h/CIMG5689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SqXRSXv9VqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/McySXdtCvDo/s200/CIMG5689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378935443506943650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the Cyclone&lt;br /&gt;* Nathan's fries&lt;br /&gt;* fantastic fireworks over the boardwalk at Coney Island&lt;br /&gt;* lots of guacamole with friends&lt;br /&gt;* Prospect Park&lt;br /&gt;* the full moon&lt;br /&gt;* the feeling of autumn in the air&lt;br /&gt;* friends&lt;br /&gt;* hearing one of my favorite albums wafting out a window down the block when I walked by&lt;br /&gt;* and literally as I typed the last, a FIREWORK went off outside my window!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-1769787636201482549?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1769787636201482549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-3-ny.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1769787636201482549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1769787636201482549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-3-ny.html' title='I &lt;3 NY'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SqXQtOcPNLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Az4HjZ3nY2k/s72-c/CIMG5683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4168627886153723613</id><published>2009-08-22T11:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:44:39.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='notebooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>A Decade's Worth of Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Two days ago, I opened up the little black moleskine I keep in my purse to make a note, and realized I had only one page left. I bought this moleskine just before I left for my junior year abroad . . . almost exactly ten years ago. And it's one of the things, along with my wallet, keys, and a pen, that I always make sure I have with me before leaving the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the end made me stop to think about everything that has happened in life since I first cracked it open: the year studying in England, my first broken heart, graduating from college, moving to NYC to start my career, family dramas, world dramas, friends made and lost, apartment hunting and moving, books read, re-read, loved, recommended, or abandoned, discoveries of all kinds, friends and family members' weddings &amp;amp; babies. Basically, the period of life in which I grew up. It's neat to compare what's written here with the journals I've kept during the last ten years, too. There's a lot of telling in the journals, but the random snippets from the moleskine are just as revealing and memory-triggering. It's full of notes from talks I've gone to, brainstorming for talks I've given, lines from articles or books I like, funny things friends have said, t-shirt ideas, lines of poetry (most of which never became anything more than that), illustrators I like, authors I want to read, shopping lists, and other random thoughts and observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words I like:  chthonic, tiptoe, lamppost, unfurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the curl of pianist's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open by chance or appointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umberto Eco: "'who dunnit?' is a theological question"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i don’t have keys to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ira Glass: "notice the people who won’t go away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grocery list: milk, butter, eggs, whipping cream, raspberries, dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shopping list: shelves, hammock stand, pillows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: “I don’t like worms, but leeches concern me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At final Harry Potter book street party at Scholastic:&lt;br /&gt;Woman 1: "So what’s going on here besides the book releasing?"&lt;br /&gt;Woman 2: "Oh, the book releasing. That explains the capes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you share ebooks? If one sibling finishes book and starts another, how do you pass the finished one to other kid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4168627886153723613?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4168627886153723613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/08/decades-worth-of-random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4168627886153723613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4168627886153723613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/08/decades-worth-of-random-thoughts.html' title='A Decade&apos;s Worth of Random Thoughts'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4623730163106254646</id><published>2009-08-03T23:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:25:47.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neil gaiman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='newbery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overly emotional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Why we do what we do</title><content type='html'>I read Neil Gaiman's Newbery acceptance speech (in the latest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Horn Book&lt;/span&gt;) over lunch today, and, as Newbery acceptances always do, it made me a little teary. In a good, "wow I'm so overcome with happiness that books mean so much to people and we get to give medals to  writers" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this bit from the very end hits poignantly on the sentiment that makes me feel sure that, however much publishing and books may change with the advances of technology, they'll always be needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can. Because somewhere out there is someone who needs that story. Someone who will grow up with a different landscape, who without that story will be a different person. And who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; that story may have hope, or wisdom, or kindness, or comfort.&lt;br /&gt;And that is why we write."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4623730163106254646?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4623730163106254646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-we-do-what-we-do.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4623730163106254646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4623730163106254646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-we-do-what-we-do.html' title='Why we do what we do'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-8733305945468746846</id><published>2009-08-02T23:28:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:34:24.769-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs stuck in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Summer Soundtrack '09</title><content type='html'>It seems that making mixes is summery thing for me. Here's this year's. Some new bands I've been listening to over the past few months, but also some favorite gems, which I feel are important in any mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Be OK" / Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;2. "Wake Up" / Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't been able to get it out of my head since the Where the Wild Things Are trailer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Since U Been Gone" / Ted Leo's cover&lt;br /&gt;4. "Keep Yourself Warm" / Frightened Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;5. "The Ancient Commonsense of Things" / Bishop Allen&lt;br /&gt;6. "Icarus" / Jason Webley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason Webley's show earlier this year was one of the best concerts I've been to in years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Island Garden Song" / The Mountain Goats&lt;br /&gt;8. "Ceremony" / New Order&lt;br /&gt;9. "Billie Jean" / Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just can't get it out of my head!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Jai Ho" / A. R. Rahman&lt;br /&gt;11. "Wish It Well" / Dead Heart Bloom&lt;br /&gt;12. "Look at Miss Ohio" / Gillian Welch&lt;br /&gt;13. "The Crane Wife 3" / The Decembrists&lt;br /&gt;14. "King of Carrot Flowers Part 1" / Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;15. "King of Carrot Flowers Part 2" / Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;16. "Poses" / Rufus Wainwright&lt;br /&gt;17. "Old Old Fashioned" / Frightened Rabbit&lt;br /&gt;18. "Black Star" / Gillian Welch's cover&lt;br /&gt;19. "Days with You" / Jason Webley with Sxip Shirey&lt;br /&gt;20. "15 Step" / Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;21. "Martha" / Tom Waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What? It's a good song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-8733305945468746846?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8733305945468746846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-soundtrack-09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/8733305945468746846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/8733305945468746846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-soundtrack-09.html' title='Summer Soundtrack &apos;09'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-6647315366572668219</id><published>2009-07-28T07:39:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:33:03.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where the wild things are'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things i&apos;m looking forward to'/><title type='text'>Wild Things</title><content type='html'>Every times I watch the trailer for the forthcoming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are&lt;/span&gt; movie, I get chills. And watching the just-released featurette gives them to me, too.  I get a little welled up. I think this is because the movie (from these two brief looks at it) seems as though it will capture the deepest heart of the book: the uncertainties, the desire to let our inner selves--our Wild Things--out, and to find the place where that Wild Thing belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the featurette? That Maurice Sendak told Spike Jonze that the movie should be dangerous, because kids deserve it--they can't be talked down to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3idqJVVYwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3idqJVVYwA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01-PqqifyjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01-PqqifyjA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="200" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-6647315366572668219?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6647315366572668219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/07/wild-things.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6647315366572668219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6647315366572668219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/07/wild-things.html' title='Wild Things'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-5583387276309245366</id><published>2009-07-27T22:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:00:31.262-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graceling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Head in the Clouds</title><content type='html'>I’ve seen a lot of my more tech-minded friends talk of “cloud computing” recently, which is something I have only the vaguest understanding of. But that's okay, because I have my own idea of what the “cloud” is. To me, it’s the invisible something that writers can draw from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my (long ago) college critical theory classes, we talked about the idea of all authors having an antenna that is always on, always picking up signals from the wider world. This has always stuck with me. Authors have finely tuned observational powers, which always astonish me, and sometimes they are able to observe more than what they can see/hear/smell/taste/touch. Sometimes their observations stretch into that cloud. That’s how some elements and themes can end up in a work even when the author may not consciously intend it. And how there are certain themes that a number of different authors end up writing about at the same time.  The most noticed recent example is probably the Kristin Cashore and Suzanne Collins books. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graceling&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt; both had characters with similar names (Katsa and Katniss), who had to confront killing other characters in the course of their stories. And now, the companion/sequel to each has the word “fire” in it.  It’s odd coincidences like these that make me believe in the cloud. I see it often in submissions, too. It’s always interesting to get a number of submissions from different kinds of writers, who are all in different parts of the countries and writing about different characters and plots, that somehow have intersecting elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, that’s the magical part of writing. Somewhere out there, invisible to the rest of us, all of these stories exist, all of these ideas, emotions, and people whom we readers need to help us make sense of the world, of life, even when we might not know exactly what we needed. And authors are tapping into that cloud, giving those stories to us, maybe sometimes without even being aware of it themselves. It’s a pretty amazing gift, if you ask me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-5583387276309245366?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5583387276309245366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/07/head-in-clouds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5583387276309245366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5583387276309245366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/07/head-in-clouds.html' title='Head in the Clouds'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-5745072174070887591</id><published>2009-07-11T21:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:03:24.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, What a World</title><content type='html'>Ever since my morning in the Magic Kingdom last month, I've been thinking a lot about world-building. Walking around by myself made the experience very much one of observing, rather than goofing around, as I expect would have happened had I been with a group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me--my inner child--was delighted by the whole place. The way every last detail has been planned out, that you never see a "mistake" or false move--it's so complete. That's so impressive, and it's such a total experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm a grown-up, maybe it's because I've lived in NYC for nearly eight years now, but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; part of me was wondering things like, "But where's all the trash?" "How do they stay so perky all the time?" "What happens behind the Cast Member Only doors?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last is the most intriguing. Because I bet that's where the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; story is. Where the "cast members" gripe and complain and trade funny stories and, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;. Everything else is a facade. An expertly detailed one, but one that only stands because of all the inner workings, and what happens behind the closed doors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-5745072174070887591?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5745072174070887591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-what-world.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5745072174070887591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5745072174070887591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-what-world.html' title='Oh, What a World'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-11707435837923340</id><published>2009-06-26T00:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:37:22.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I donated a critique for a good cause--bid now!</title><content type='html'>Author Cynthea Liu is auctioning off critiques and gift packages from editors, agents, and authors in celebration of her forthcoming book. The money raised will go to Tulakes Elementary School in Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My listing is &lt;a href="http://tr.im/MarthaMihalick"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And you can go to Cynthea's &lt;a href="http://www.cynthealiu.com/auction/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for many, many more, including Greenwillow authors &lt;a href="http://www.cynthealiu.com/new-critique-from-nonfiction-author-kelly-milner-halls/"&gt;Kelly Milner Halls&lt;/a&gt; (a nonfiction critique) and &lt;a href="http://www.cynthealiu.com/new-author-prize-pack-from-chris-crutcher/"&gt;Chris Crutcher&lt;/a&gt; (a Crutcher prize pack).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-11707435837923340?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/11707435837923340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-donated-critique-for-good-cause-bid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/11707435837923340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/11707435837923340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-donated-critique-for-good-cause-bid.html' title='I donated a critique for a good cause--bid now!'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-3906377672700834872</id><published>2009-06-22T22:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:06:40.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facing My Fears . . . or maybe not.</title><content type='html'>Speaking at the SCBWI-Florida summer conference in Disneyworld meant that I had one morning to go a park before my flight home. I picked the Magic Kingdom, because . . . well, come on, isn't that the one you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to choose?  I had been to Disney as a kid, but the last was when I was fourteen, so it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked around a lot, went on the rides I remember loving (despite the occasional odd look when, yes, it was just me, with no kid or companion). And I was going to conquer an old fear: Space Mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, every time the phrase "Space Mountain" is said, I hear that ominous "dum dum dum" music of peril. Because when I was seven, I went into Space Mountain and honestly thought I might never come out. At seven, I was quite small--technically not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; tall enough to ride alone, but my mom had my younger brother, and the guy running the ride wanted to be nice. So I climb on in, all excited, but the seatbelt doesn't quite fit. No problem: there are little handlebars on either side of the car to hang onto. The ride starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most terrifying experience I've ever had. I was convinced I was going to fall out of the car, and very distinctly remember thinking, "If I fall out, will I fall forever, like in space?" My mom also must have thought I was going to fall out, because she reached back from her seat in front of me and held onto the top of my foot. (Because, you know, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; would have kept me from danger.) By the time the ride ended, and I tried to stand up, I was shaking so much, I couldn't. One of the poor workers (I think the same one who let me on in the first place) had to carry me out to where my dad was waiting for us with my younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to Space Mountain yesterday morning, fully intending to face the terror again. But it's closed for renovation. I guess I'll have to conquer this particular fear another time. . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-3906377672700834872?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3906377672700834872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/06/facing-my-fears-or-maybe-not.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/3906377672700834872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/3906377672700834872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/06/facing-my-fears-or-maybe-not.html' title='Facing My Fears . . . or maybe not.'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4869015958637669324</id><published>2009-05-24T22:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:07:34.162-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='setting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret hideouts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>A few favorite places</title><content type='html'>My absolute favorite place in anything I've ever read is the Murry's kitchen in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/span&gt;. There is something so warm and inviting about that kitchen. From the very first time we go there, with Meg, to have hot cocoa with Charles Wallace and her mother. The way the family gathers there, the way they--and we--all know that Mrs. Murry always has dinner cooking on a bunsen burner in her lab next door, the way that adventure also begins there. For we first meet Mrs. Whatsit in that kitchen, too.  It's a comforting oasis in the middle of a dark and stormy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of other places I love in literature, too. Thinking about all of them, I've realized that they generally have two things in common.  Either they are the places where the characters gather with their friends and loved ones, or they are the places where they go to be free and entirely themselves. As a kid, I definitely had a soft spot for any story in which the character had a place of his or her own--a place no one else knew about and was completely his or hers. It seemed so . . . luxurious, and even a little illicit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of favorite places:&lt;br /&gt;* The Murry's kitchen, from Madeleine L'Engle's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Wrinkle in Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mary's secret garden, from, well, Frances Hodgson Burnett's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mandy's cottage, from Julie Andrews Edwards's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Miss Honey's cottage, from Roald Dahl's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Matilda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the room with the wardrobe and Mr. Tumnus's house, from C. S. Lewis's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* the Garland's house in Bloomsbury, from Philip Pullman's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ruby in the Smoke&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shadow in the North&lt;/span&gt; (which made the end of the latter heartbreaking for so many reasons!)&lt;br /&gt;* Gryffindor common room, from J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter books&lt;br /&gt;* the Dancing Dove, from Tamora Pierce's Alanna books&lt;br /&gt;* Terabitha, from Katherine Paterson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Bridge to Terabithia&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the truck in Lynne Rae Perkins's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Criss Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Beauty's room, from Robin McKinley's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are yours?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4869015958637669324?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4869015958637669324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-favorite-places.html#comment-form' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4869015958637669324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4869015958637669324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/few-favorite-places.html' title='A few favorite places'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-3101718869135742221</id><published>2009-05-10T20:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:24:16.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Quotable Sunday</title><content type='html'>"I loved stories indiscriminately, because each revealed the world in a way I had never considered before. . . . After each I would emerge a changed person."&lt;br /&gt;--Michelle Slatalla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-3101718869135742221?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3101718869135742221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/quotable-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/3101718869135742221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/3101718869135742221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/quotable-sunday.html' title='Quotable Sunday'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-8284470825212318670</id><published>2009-05-09T18:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:05:01.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Downey Jr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Trek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the who woulda thought? files'/><title type='text'>Sweeping Music Is Really Hard to Resist</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, during some bonding time, my sister and I got to discussing some of the movie trailers airing on tv at the moment.  Now, I realize that the whole point of trailers--and I guess marketing in general--is to manipulate the audience into wanting to see the movie.  But there are a couple that so blatantly do it that I can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt; myself being manipulated into considering a movie that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I don't want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Soloist&lt;/span&gt;.  I know that I do not want to see this movie.  I cannot watch Jamie Foxx (I'm not sure what it is, exactly, but I just don't like him). The story looks predictable and saccharine.  I know, I know, it's a true story, and I'm sure the true story is remarkable &amp;amp; uplifting, but the movie looks like its entire point is to play on the heartstrings rather than have any substance.  But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love Robert Downey, Jr. And there's something about the song that they play during the trailer that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; makes me think, "Oh, well, maybe I should go see that." And the one line they keep showing about having passion.  But I'm staying strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other one is the trailer for the dvd release of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;/span&gt;. I did see this in the theater. And while it's a nice love story, that's all it is, and I was disappointed and wish I could have those three hours and $12 back.  I certainly do not need to spend another 3 hours watching it again. But that trailer!  The sweeping music! The beautiful shots of cinematic love! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are lots of people who like, if not love, both of these movies. But I'm just not one of them, and so feeling like the trailers are trying to get not only those who will like the movie, but also those who won't but can be falsely convinced they might feels icky to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, one trailer that I think may be pretty brilliant is the one for the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt; movie.  I have never, ever in my life wanted to see a Star Trek movie. I have never watched the tv show. I know who Kirk and Spock and Picard and Scottie are because, frankly, who doesn't, but that's about all I really know.  Yet, every time I see that trailer, I think "Wow, what movie is that? It looks pretty incredible."  And every time I'm surprised that it's Star Trek.  What makes this one different than the other two for me is that it doesn't seem to be misrepresenting itself just to get viewers.  It seems to be distilled into what it really is, but appealing to people like me, who wouldn't normally pay any attention at all to a new Star  Trek movie, as well as to its actual fanbase.  I also always like "beginnings" stories, so that's a part of the appeal for me. Maybe if I see it I'll end up having an entirely different take, but right now...I kinda want to go spend my $12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, check &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4HJSpHsCtk"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-8284470825212318670?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8284470825212318670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweeping-music-is-really-hard-to-resist.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/8284470825212318670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/8284470825212318670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweeping-music-is-really-hard-to-resist.html' title='Sweeping Music Is Really Hard to Resist'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-2731981713674151949</id><published>2009-05-04T00:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:59:41.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snappy dialogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my undying love for west wing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ensemble casts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Where TV &amp; Books Collide</title><content type='html'>This bookish girl likes to watch TV. I admit it freely. I like stories, so I’m more likely to turn on the TV (or podcasts like This American Life and RadioLab) for “company” while I’m cleaning or cooking or whatever.  But I can’t take reality shows (except for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Project Runway&lt;/span&gt;, of course), and I just don’t connect with sitcoms, usually.  Hour-long comedy/dramas are usually what get me.  Lately, I’ve been thinking about what it is that makes a show one that I can’t miss, or one that I want to own on dvd, because I think some of the reasons may be the same things that make a book one that I love and want in my library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own every season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;West Wing&lt;/span&gt; (except season 5, which is dead to me).  I think it’s probably my all-time favorite show.  I also own all three seasons of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/span&gt; and of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/span&gt;.  And multiple seasons of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey’s Anatomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All ensemble shows.&lt;/span&gt; Each has a focal character, but much of the strength lies in the support system surrounding those characters. One of my favorite episodes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;West Wing&lt;/span&gt; is in season one, when Josh is offered the card that means in the event of attack, he can go to the bunker. But none of the other staffers get it, besides the Chief of Staff.  At the end, after a conversation with the President and Leo about the strength and remarkableness of the women of the staff, Josh gives back the card, saying, “I want to be a comfort to my friends in tragedy, and I want to be able to celebrate with them in triumph, and for all the times in between, I just want to be able to look them in the eye. . . . I want to be with my friends, my family, and these women.”  The most touching moments in all of these shows are when the characters rally to support and be there for each other, and some of the funniest come from them knowing each other so well.  Which is the case, certainly, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/span&gt;.  The show got funnier and funnier as the series went on because we know all of the characters so well, and can pick up even on the subtlest joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Snappy writing. &lt;/span&gt; I have a hard time watching tv or movies that aren’t well written.  Maybe it’s part of why I can’t watch reality tv--there’s no pleasure in language.  But all of the shows I’ve mentioned here are so smart. They’re full of relevant cultural references of all kinds--not just current events or just pop culture or just music or film or what-have-you, but blend of all of those.  The dialogue moves swiftly and doesn’t explain itself.  The writing expects the viewer to keep up.  And the characters say the honest things everyone thinks, and say them eloquently.  A little bit of snark is always nice, too, when it’s balanced with sincerity and silliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inherent drama. &lt;/span&gt; Each of these shows has a setting and situation that lends itself to the dramatic.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The West Wing&lt;/span&gt; . . . well, is set in the West Wing.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey’s Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; is set in a teaching hospital. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/span&gt;--high school, with a girl who’s both a social outcast and a p.i. investigating her best friend’s murder. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/span&gt;--private high school with a single parent household and overbearing grandparents.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/span&gt;--an eccentric family that’s “lost everything” as the intro says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All except &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/span&gt; are hour-long shows. And I've never been a huge short story reader, I think for the same reason I don't usually get hooked by half-hour shows. When I love characters, I want to spend time with them. Half an hour, or twenty-odd pages, just never seems like enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I’ve thought about how well-done all of these shows were and how much I like them, I’m sad that only one is still on the air. Why do all my favorite shows go away?  And what will be the next that catches me up the way these have?  It’s been a few years since I’ve had a new favorite.  Although . . . &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mad Men&lt;/span&gt; is pretty amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-2731981713674151949?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2731981713674151949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-tv-books-collide.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2731981713674151949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2731981713674151949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-tv-books-collide.html' title='Where TV &amp; Books Collide'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-5847340450140233598</id><published>2009-04-20T20:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:00:25.576-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite authors'/><title type='text'>I love a good book meme.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 3px; width: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What author do you own the most books by?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it might be a tie between Tamora Pierce and Robin McKinley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What book do you own the most copies of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have two of a few books ("good" copies and lending copies).  But I get attached to the copy I read (yes, I mark my favorite lines/passages, and sometimes write notes in margins), so I don't usually feel the need to buy multiples of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. What fictional character are you secretly in love with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not very secretive at all about my fictional crushes, as evidenced by my &lt;a href="http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/11/fictional-crushes.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt; about them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. What book have you read more than any other?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...the books I've edited.  But besides those, probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matilda&lt;/span&gt; by Roald Dahl, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt; by Robin McKinley, and the aforementioned Alanna books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What was your favorite book when you were 10 years old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;See last answer.  That's why they're the ones I've read most!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What is the worst book you've read in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I was very disappointed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;, I must say.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What is the best book you've read in the past year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You mean besides the ones I've worked on again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graceling&lt;/span&gt; by Kristin Cashore, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt; by Suzanne Collins, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper Towns&lt;/span&gt; by John Green, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Asta in the Wings&lt;/span&gt; by Jan Elizabeth Watson, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jellicoe Road&lt;/span&gt; by Melina Marchetta, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The President's Daughter&lt;/span&gt; by Ellen Emerson White, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spook&lt;/span&gt; by Mary Roach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. If you could tell everyone you tagged to read one book, what would it be?&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Oh, my. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Criss Cross&lt;/span&gt; by Lynne Rae Perkins or Megan Whalen Turner's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What is the most difficult book you've ever read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Hm.  That depends what "difficult" means.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/span&gt; by Jame Joyce was one of the most challenging books I've ever read, but it also teaches you how to read it as you go, so I never felt overwhelmed by it, and it's so, so, so rewarding in the end.  The first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Octavian Nothing&lt;/span&gt; by M. T. Anderson was the hardest for me to get through because it's just not the book for me.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Do you prefer the French or the Russians?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel pretty indifferent to both, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Shakespeare, Milton, or Chaucer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shakespeare.  I'm a theatre dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Austen or Eliot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What is the biggest or most embarrassing gap in your reading?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got big gaps in my reading of the canon.  Like, I've never read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1984&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catcher in the Rye&lt;/span&gt;, Kurt Vonnegut, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the Road&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What is your favorite novel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;For reals?  I can't answer that.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. What is your favorite play?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard one!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reckless&lt;/span&gt; by Craig Lucas, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Private Lives&lt;/span&gt; by Noel Coward, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Real Thing&lt;/span&gt; by Tom Stoppard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. What is your favorite poem?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Many of a college friend of mine, who is yet to be published.  I love very short, evocative poems that capture specific moments and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. What is your favorite essay?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know that I have one, though I quite like reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What is your favorite short story?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I adored Karen Russell's collection &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. What is your favorite non-fiction?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Genius&lt;/span&gt;, edited by Leonard Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. What is your favorite graphic novel?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not widely read in graphic novels, but I really liked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Born Chinese&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Dance &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Robot Dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. What is your favorite science fiction?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Who is your favorite writer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Way, way, way too many to try to pick one.  Writers are tremendously creative and talented and amazing people.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Who is the most overrated writer alive today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a Dan Brown fan, but plenty of people are.  I don't like calling writers overrated.  They work so hard, and there are so many readers with such widely varying tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. What are you reading right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Inheritance of Loss&lt;/span&gt; by Kiran Desai.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Best memoir?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I can't remember the last memoir I read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. Best history?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to be honest, I don't enjoy reading history.  I like biographies, and nonfiction in general, but history often is presented too dryly for me.  I'd love suggestions for one that I might like, though!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Best mystery or noir?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Westing Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-5847340450140233598?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5847340450140233598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-good-book-meme.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5847340450140233598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5847340450140233598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-good-book-meme.html' title='I love a good book meme.'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-2134169608044322353</id><published>2009-04-17T20:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:03:36.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adversaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Adversaries, take 2. The nicer take.</title><content type='html'>"This isn't romance. This isn't a declaration of love or affirmation of friendship. This is something more." &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--Melina Marchetta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jellicoe Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It occurred to me after reading the couple of comments on the adversaries post that the same dynamic is important in non-opponent relationships, too.  Finishing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jellicoe Road&lt;/span&gt; recently also underscored it, as I watched how Taylor and Griggs's opponentship and relationship unfolded.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people who a protagonist spends time with, whether as friend, enemy, family, or love, have to be people worth that time for both the character and the reader.  The king and queen of Attolia are one of literature's greatest couples because they challenge each other both as opponents and as lovers.  Nick and Norah (of the Infinite Playlist) work because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; challenge each other.  Mildred and Jacob in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and the Pumpkin Queen&lt;/span&gt; are such great friends because they understand, support, and complement one another.  The same with Billy, Tommy, and Ernestine in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tracking Daddy Down.&lt;/span&gt;  And Toot and Puddle.  The most compelling relationships are the ones in which the characters are different, but equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is the germ of a future conference talk, but I'd love to hear what others have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-2134169608044322353?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2134169608044322353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/04/adversaries-take-2-nicer-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2134169608044322353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2134169608044322353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/04/adversaries-take-2-nicer-take.html' title='Adversaries, take 2. The nicer take.'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-3047014487323859242</id><published>2009-04-08T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:57:21.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to read a poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pamela spiro wagner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Poetry Month!</title><content type='html'>I get the Academy of American Poets poem-of-the-day emails during Poetry Month, and I particularly like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(207, 101, 0);font-size:15;" &gt;How to Read a Poem: Beginner's Manual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    by Pamela Spiro Wagner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      First, forget everything you have learned,&lt;br /&gt;that poetry is difficult,&lt;br /&gt;that it cannot be appreciated by the likes of you,&lt;br /&gt;with your high school equivalency diploma,&lt;br /&gt;your steel-tipped boots,&lt;br /&gt;or your white-collar misunderstandings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not assume meanings hidden from you:&lt;br /&gt;the best poems mean what they say and say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read poetry requires only courage&lt;br /&gt;enough to leap from the edge&lt;br /&gt;and trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat a poem like dirt,&lt;br /&gt;humus rich and heavy from the garden.&lt;br /&gt;Later it will become the fat tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;and golden squash piled high upon your kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry demands surrender,&lt;br /&gt;language saying what is true,&lt;br /&gt;doing holy things to the ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read just one poem a day.&lt;br /&gt;Someday a book of poems may open in your hands&lt;br /&gt;like a daffodil offering its cup&lt;br /&gt;to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can name five poets&lt;br /&gt;without including Bob Dylan,&lt;br /&gt;when you exceed your quota&lt;br /&gt;and don't even notice,&lt;br /&gt;close this manual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-3047014487323859242?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3047014487323859242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/04/poetry-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/3047014487323859242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/3047014487323859242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/04/poetry-month.html' title='Poetry Month!'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-2071698680197475175</id><published>2009-03-25T23:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T23:51:49.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adversaries, opponents, archenemies, nemeses</title><content type='html'>Ever since I went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;/span&gt; a few weeks ago, I’ve been thinking about adversarial relationships.  (In fiction, of course.)  The movie is brilliant all around, and of course, the focus is on a series of confrontations between David Frost and Richard  Nixon.  Each is trying to get the best of the other, each trying to come out on top.  But only one of them can win. They are two very different people, yet also similar in ways, too.  They both want to be in the spotlight of their circle. They both crave "ratings" of a sort.  They're both able to captivate other people; they're both charismatic.  And though it seems like Nixon should be able to easily win in this confrontation, Frost, in the end, has equal strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what makes for a worthy opponent--someone who is equally strong, or witty, or what-have-you--and I think that often lies in the similarities between two adversaries rather than their differences.  Some amount of sympathy for the other is necessary, too.  In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frost/Nixon&lt;/span&gt;, we can see that Frost does feel for Nixon by the end, and even that Nixon sympathizes with Frost.  We couldn’t have had James Reston opposite Nixon because Reston didn’t see Nixon as human; to him, Nixon was purely bad.  And we couldn’t have had Frost opposite Jack Brennan because Brennan saw Frost as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It works the same way in any story, I think.  There has to be equal strength, wit, intelligence, and each has to be able to see the other as a person--at least a little bit.  Vulnerabilities and flaws in counterpoint to strengths and attributes make characters more interesting and complex, whether they are protagonists or antagonists. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight &lt;/span&gt;also sparked this thought last summer, during that scene when the Joker outlines how he and Batman aren't so different deep down. (Which is an admittedly chilling thought.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else have great examples of worthy adversaries in books?  Harry and Voldemort, obviously.  And I’d say the king and queen of Attolia have one that’s breathtaking (and romantic, too!).  Blair and Serena in Gossip Girl?  Who else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-2071698680197475175?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2071698680197475175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/03/adversaries-opponents-archenemies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2071698680197475175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2071698680197475175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/03/adversaries-opponents-archenemies.html' title='Adversaries, opponents, archenemies, nemeses'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-7922588625745476075</id><published>2009-03-17T23:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:55:30.567-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sxswbp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='publishing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scintillating conversation'/><title type='text'>A-twitter</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend, I became fascinated by the reactions to the panel on book publishing at South by Southwest.  It seems to have caused quite the uproar.  Here are a few of the reactions that caught my eye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.williamaicher.com/2009/03/16/really-new-think-for-old-publishers/"&gt;http://www.williamaicher.com/2009/03/16/really-new-think-for-old-publishers/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yodiwan.wordpress.com/2009/03/16/the-art-of-the-conversation-a-la-sxsw/"&gt;http://yodiwan.wordpress.com/2009/03/16/the-art-of-the-conversation-a-la-sxsw/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://booksquare.com/new-think-not-so-much/"&gt;http://booksquare.com/new-think-not-so-much/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://medialoper.com/hot-topics/print/traditional-publishers-crash-and-burn-at-sxsw/"&gt;http://medialoper.com/hot-topics/print/traditional-publishers-crash-and-burn-at-sxsw/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all bring up interesting and valuable points.  Yet, everything seems to focus more on the marketing and selling of the books, rather than their creation.  Obviously marketing and selling are important, and I’m interested in both of those things.  But frankly, what I’d love to hear and talk more about is how finding and creating stories is evolving.  Yes, the new media is connecting books and authors and readers, which is essentially the business of publishing, and we need to explore it more and never stop exploring and pushing boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how do editors and authors use all of this new available stuff before there’s a finished product?  After all, editors aren’t gatekeepers.  Ok, sure, we have to say “no” to things, but that isn’t what we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; doing.  We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; saying yes.  We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; finding an author, a voice, a story that completely blows us away.  I want to be able to help give kids and teens stories that help them live, and think, and cope, and laugh, and have opinions, and make choices.  I want to find writers who have meaningful things to say and to help them say it and put it out in the world in the best possible way.  I want to help them make their ideas and words shine.  I want to read good books.  Whatever formats “book” comes to mean.  That's why I wanted to be an editor, and why I love being one, and I think that passion and a critical eye are always going to be valuable commodities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories that I find sparkling and brilliant might not be the same ones another editor is attracted to.  And I might not connect with one that another editor finds irresistible.  But we’re all working to get the stories we believe in out there, because there are so many different readers in the world.  Are new media tools best used by us to find the writers we connect with, too, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversations about “new think” have mostly revolved around adult book publishing, but I’d love to see more about children’s and YA publishing.  After all, that audience is the one that's truly going to bring in the next era of reading, aren’t they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-7922588625745476075?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7922588625745476075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7922588625745476075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7922588625745476075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter.html' title='A-twitter'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-7919533063847464819</id><published>2009-03-13T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:56:35.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Learned in Hawaii</title><content type='html'>I'm still just a tad too jetlagged to write coherently about the two topics I've been mulling. So instead, here, in no particular order, are things I learned in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Even overcast rainy-ness seems glorious at 70 degrees on a tropical island when you've left a foot of snow behind on a not-so-tropical island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pineapples grow OUT OF THE GROUND.  Out of the ground, I tell you!  And here I was, thinking my whole life, that they grew from trees.  They are bromeliads, which may be one of the coolest words, but strangest plants around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There is a delicacy called shaved ice.  It is what I'd call a snow cone. Except way better. And you can get condensed milk drizzled on top, which at first sounds like it could be bad, but it is so, so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It seems I'm on an unintentional SCBWI-Obama tour.  The last one I did in '08 was in Chicago, just weeks after the election.  Now Honolulu, where I got to see the condo building where Obama's grandma lived, the school he went to, and the Baskin Robbins where he worked.  So I guess I need Boston and DC speaking engagements before I've collected all towns Obama has called home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I get lost in the middle of Hawaiian words.  So getting around for five days sounded a little like this: "Oh, we need to go down Kala...&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mumblemumble&lt;/span&gt; to Lili'o... that L street...." Also, there are apparently no B's in Hawaiian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-7919533063847464819?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7919533063847464819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-learned-in-hawaii.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7919533063847464819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7919533063847464819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-i-learned-in-hawaii.html' title='Things I Learned in Hawaii'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-1822567252790052836</id><published>2009-03-12T00:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:47:08.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I've Been</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SbiTnaTaUgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wpvVW2sYgr4/s1600-h/DSC_2326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SbiTnaTaUgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wpvVW2sYgr4/s320/DSC_2326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312158065768419842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post have been scant because I was getting ready to go to SCBWI-Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SbiTYciKLMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Wr0UvPAGZJs/s1600-h/DSC_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SbiTYciKLMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Wr0UvPAGZJs/s320/DSC_2355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312157808669109442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that I've returned, a few things have been brewing, so I'll get back on track.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-1822567252790052836?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1822567252790052836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-ive-been.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1822567252790052836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1822567252790052836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-ive-been.html' title='Where I&apos;ve Been'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SbiTnaTaUgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wpvVW2sYgr4/s72-c/DSC_2326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-6828197754499236397</id><published>2009-02-23T22:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:53:56.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I were as smart as Ira Glass.</title><content type='html'>During some blog reading in the last week or so, I was lucky enough to come across this video of Ira Glass speaking on stories. I've heard him once before on this topic, and he has such a sharp view of what makes a good story, and articulates it so well.  Though he's, of course, speaking about making stories for radio, what he says about stories is universal for any medium.  I transcribed a number of things, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Narrative is like a back door into a very deep place inside of us, and a place where reason doesn't necessarily hold sway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a story gets inside of us, it makes us less crazy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also talks about taste, about surprise, about the structure of telling a story.  And about how a story is most satisfying when the audience knows what the bigger, universal "something" of the story is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3148368&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3148368&amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;show_title=1&amp;show_byline=1&amp;show_portrait=0&amp;color=&amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3148368"&gt;Ira Glass at Gel 2007&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/gelconference"&gt;Gel Conference&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-6828197754499236397?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6828197754499236397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-were-as-smart-as-ira-glass.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6828197754499236397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6828197754499236397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-i-were-as-smart-as-ira-glass.html' title='I wish I were as smart as Ira Glass.'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-7079248702610351309</id><published>2009-02-14T19:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:57:51.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love</title><content type='html'>I am a sucker for a good romantic story.  Good, believable, subtle, difficult, imperfect, sincere, understated romance.  Sometimes this is the main plot of a story, but most often, it's the secondary one.  At any rate, in honor of V-Day, here are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; favorite love stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the grown-ups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The English Patient&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Ondaatje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/span&gt; by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexing the Cherry&lt;/span&gt; by Jeannette Winterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Written on the Body&lt;/span&gt; by Jeannette Winterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Possession&lt;/span&gt; by A. S. Byatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persuasion &lt;/span&gt;by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Much Ado about Nothing&lt;/span&gt; by Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the teens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;/span&gt; by David Levithan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boy Meets Boy&lt;/span&gt; by David Levithan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graceling&lt;/span&gt; by Kristen Cashore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt; by Robin McKinley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; by Robin McKinley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Queen of Attolia&lt;/span&gt; by Megan Whalen Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Truth about Forever&lt;/span&gt; by Sarah Dessen&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enna Burning &lt;/span&gt;by Shannon Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Howl's Moving Castle&lt;/span&gt; by Diana Wynne Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song of the Lioness&lt;/span&gt; quartet by Tamora Pierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Criss Cross&lt;/span&gt; by Lynne Rae Perkins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-7079248702610351309?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7079248702610351309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-you-need-is-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7079248702610351309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7079248702610351309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All You Need Is Love'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-7453839024063076803</id><published>2009-02-01T14:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:41:12.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Sunday</title><content type='html'>Everyone at Kindling Words gave a favorite quotation, many of which resonated with me, so I thought I would share those. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Now' is the operative word. . . . You don't need endless time and perfect conditions. Do it now. Do it today. Do it for twenty minutes and watch your heart start beating."--Barbara Sher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first duty of a revolutionary is to get away with it."--Abbie Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of the marks of a gift is to have the courage of it."--Katherine Anne Porter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love."--Sigmund Freud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will rise to the occasion which is life."--Virginia Euwer Wolff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good judgment comes from experience. Experience comes from bad judgment."--proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."--Anton Chekhov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Writing a novel is like driving a car at night. You can see only as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way."--E. L. Doctorow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not down on any map; true places never are."--Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself."--George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--over and over announcing your place in the family of things."--Mary Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope."--Edith Wharton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ask yourself what the world regards; ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."--Howard Thurman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it."--William Faulkner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a sure way to tell about somebody--the way they play, or don't play, make-believe."--Madeleine L'Engle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Things needs not have happened to be true."--Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grown-ups always say they protect their children, but they're really protecting themselves. Besides, you can't protect children. They know everything."--Maurice Sendak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I gave the Yeats quote that I love: "I bring you with reverent hands / The books of my numberless dreams.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-7453839024063076803?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7453839024063076803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/02/quotable-sunday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7453839024063076803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7453839024063076803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/02/quotable-sunday.html' title='Quotable Sunday'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-585796563149702730</id><published>2009-01-30T23:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:34:06.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Friday</title><content type='html'>I am sneaking in under the wire of Poetry Friday to post a poem that I was reminded how much I like at Kindling Words yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The More Loving One by W. H. Auden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:ARIAL;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Looking up at the stars, I know quite well &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That, for all they care, I can go to hell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But on earth indifference is the least &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We have to dread from man or beast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How should we like it were stars to burn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With a passion for us we could not return? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If equal affection cannot be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let the more loving one be me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Admirer as I think I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Of stars that do not give a damn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cannot, now I see them, say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I missed one terribly all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Were all stars to disappear or die, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I should learn to look at an empty sky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And feel its total dark sublime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though this might take me a little time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-585796563149702730?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/585796563149702730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetry-friday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/585796563149702730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/585796563149702730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetry-friday.html' title='Poetry Friday'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-7662581530192722549</id><published>2009-01-20T00:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:35:22.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Process</title><content type='html'>When I was in Chicago last fall, I visited the Art Institute, which is one of my absolute most favorite museums ever.  They always have a wonderful children's art exhibit, usually from picture books, a great photography exhibit, other fantastic special exhibits, and of course, their amazing permanent collection.  (I always visit the Caillebotte painting &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Gustave_Caillebotte_-_La_Place_de_l%27Europe,_temps_de_pluie.jpg"&gt;Paris Street in Rainy Weather&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the most recent visits, one of the &lt;a href="http://www.artic.edu/aic/exhibitions/exhibition/italiandrawings"&gt;special exhibits&lt;/a&gt; was one of drawings from the Renaissance. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; exhibits of drawings. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like seeing behind the scenes of a painting.  Drawings are often so fluid and of-the-moment; you see how the artist's mind came up with the composition, the idea of the drawing. You see mistakes, or re-visionings.  It's as close as we can get, perhaps, to seeing the creative process as it proceeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized, too, that this chance to glimpse the process, the inner workings (as much as any person who's not the artist can) is the same reason I always loved watching play rehearsals in college.  And why I love editing and seeing drafts of manuscripts.  Watching something beautiful come together is as compelling to me as the finished project.  It's mysterious and magical and inexplicable and completely fascinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-7662581530192722549?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7662581530192722549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/01/creative-process.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7662581530192722549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7662581530192722549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/01/creative-process.html' title='Creative Process'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-931213374354195083</id><published>2009-01-07T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:59:18.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like a good quiz every once and a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: white; color: black; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What Kind of Reader Are You?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Dedicated Reader&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: white; border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 88%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: white; color: black;"&gt;You are always trying to find the time to get back to your book. You are convinced that the world would be a much better place if only everyone read more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 86%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Literate Good Citizen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: white; border: 1px solid black; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 79%; background: red; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: black; background: white; padding: 3px;"&gt;Book Snob&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: white; 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padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_kind_of_reader_are_you"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Kind of Reader Are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-931213374354195083?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/931213374354195083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-good-quiz-every-once-and-while.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/931213374354195083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/931213374354195083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-like-good-quiz-every-once-and-while.html' title='I like a good quiz every once and a while'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-5754164757668640523</id><published>2009-01-01T13:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:14:11.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books Read in 2008</title><content type='html'>I keep a list of all the books I read--for pleasure, not for work--each year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King Dork&lt;/span&gt; • Frank Portman&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Masters, Sweet Ladies&lt;/span&gt; • Laura Amy Schlitz&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Long May She Reign&lt;/span&gt; • Ellen Emerson White&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Plain Janes&lt;/span&gt; • Cecil Castelucci &amp;amp; Jim Rugg&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Language&lt;/span&gt; • Ursula Nordstrom&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The New Policeman&lt;/span&gt; • Kate Thompson&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Time Traveler’s Wife&lt;/span&gt; • Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The White Darkness&lt;/span&gt; • Gerald McCaughrean&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dollhouse Murders&lt;/span&gt; • Betty Ren Wright&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Louisiana Sky&lt;/span&gt;  • Kimberly Willis Holt&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Red Queen’s Daughter&lt;/span&gt; • Jacqueline Kolosov&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spook&lt;/span&gt; • Mary Roach&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The House of the Scorpion&lt;/span&gt; • Nancy Farmer&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait Till Helen Comes&lt;/span&gt; • Mary Downing Hahn&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before I Die&lt;/span&gt; • Jenny Downham&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;River Secrets&lt;/span&gt; • Shannon Hale&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for Normal&lt;/span&gt; • Leslie Connor&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Brother&lt;/span&gt; • Cory Doctorow&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Underneath&lt;/span&gt; • Kathi Appelt&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt; • Suzanne Collins&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun &amp;amp; Spoon&lt;/span&gt; • Kevin Henkes&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt; • Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; • Stephenie Meyer&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just Listen&lt;/span&gt; • Sarah Dessen&lt;br /&gt;25.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Thief &lt;/span&gt;• Megan Whalen Turner&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queen of Attolia&lt;/span&gt; • Megan Whalen Turner&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King of Attolia&lt;/span&gt; • Megan Whalen Turner&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lucky Ones&lt;/span&gt; • Stephanie Greene&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The President’s Daughter&lt;/span&gt; • Ellen Emerson White&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Year We Disappeared&lt;/span&gt; • Cylin Busby &amp;amp; John Busby&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;City of Bones&lt;/span&gt; • Cassandra Clare&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harriet the Spy&lt;/span&gt; • Louise Fitzghugh&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks&lt;/span&gt; • E. Lockhart&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forest of Hands and Teeth&lt;/span&gt; • Carrie Ryan&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graceling&lt;/span&gt; • Kristin Cashore&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alanna&lt;/span&gt; • Tamora Pierce&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the Hand of the Goddess&lt;/span&gt; • Tamora Pierce&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter Dreams, Christmas Love&lt;/span&gt; • Mary Francis Shura&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Monsters of Templeton&lt;/span&gt; • Lauren Groff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-5754164757668640523?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5754164757668640523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-read-in-2008.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5754164757668640523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5754164757668640523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2009/01/books-read-in-2008.html' title='Books Read in 2008'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-6679598623777133932</id><published>2008-12-25T13:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:01:13.774-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muppets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Light the lamp, not the rat!</title><content type='html'>I heart almost all Christmas movies, but far and away the best is The Muppet Christmas Carol.  A few weeks ago, when my sister came over for a day of cookie-baking and movies, she asked me, "Why do you like the muppets so much?"  My flip response was "I don't understand why you even have to ask that." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I kept thinking about it.  What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; it that so appeals to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just like with any truly great children's book, the Muppets work on multiple levels.  There's the humor of these funny-looking puppets. The humor of juxtaposing fuzzy, funny puppets saying very dry or serious things. The humor of them saying the obviously funny joke.  They're both silly and smart. They don't take themselves seriously but they also don't dumb themselves down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They teach things without being "Educational."  Think about how much information you learn about Dickens by what Gonzo and Rizzo talk about.  Yet it never feels like a lesson.  There are rewards for people who already know about Dickens, too--like in the opening song when one of the mice says, "Please, sir, I want some cheese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's the lovely Christmas message, of course, to the Muppet Christmas Carol--that life is about the people you share with.   Our friends and family are what give everything we do meaning.  And on that note, I'm off to join my family in eating as many cookies as possible before sugar shock sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KBthi_An5qQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KBthi_An5qQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-6679598623777133932?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6679598623777133932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-lamp-not-rat.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6679598623777133932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6679598623777133932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/12/light-lamp-not-rat.html' title='Light the lamp, not the rat!'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-2129466207580666308</id><published>2008-12-15T21:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:47:38.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making choices</title><content type='html'>Every once and a while, I notice a theme in my reading, and usually it’s completely accidental.  This fall it’s been books (and a few manuscripts) about choice.  Which, okay, is an underlying theme in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of teen books, since it’s a big teen concern--choosing who to be, how to live life, how to be independent.  But my fall reading has very much been about characters whose main conflict is the choice between being true to themselves, following their dream or passion or being in love.  I’m so glad that there are these books for teen out there. They are important, because they show that it’s not all about the boy (or girl, if the protagonist is a boy).  Part of me wonders if the novels about these concerns lately have been reactions to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;, in which Bella does pretty completely lose herself for Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novels that have struck me most are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Forest of Hands and Teeth&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graceling&lt;/span&gt;.  I really liked them all for their strong female characters and their approaches to how these young women see their choices.  In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disreputable History&lt;/span&gt;, Frankie has to deal with getting the guy she’s had a crush on, but him not seeing all of her, seeing her only as adorable, rather than the brilliant, challenging person she is.  She has the thought in one situation, reflecting on how she's proud of herself for confronting someone, "At least I wasn’t someone’s little sister, someone’s girlfriend, some sophomore, some girl--someone whose opinions don’t matter."  And later, "She will not be simple and sweet. She will not be what people tell her she should be."  In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Forest of Hands and Teeth&lt;/span&gt;, Mary lives in a world overrun by zombies, where humans are only safe in a fenced off village. But Mary’s heard of the ocean, and believes in it, wants to find it.  She, too, ends up struggling with her love for a boy and her wish to see the ocean, to believe that more exists outside their fences.  "Ever since that day on the hill, ever since he promised he would come for me, this was always supposed to be our dream, together. It was never supposed to be about having to choose one or the other," she says at one point.  It’s fantastic that teens have strong characters like Frankie and Mary who are confronting these sorts of conflicts, so that readers can see how these young women decide, deal with it. So that they see that being conflicted like that is okay. That they shouldn't lose themselves for someone else.  The only quibble I have is:  why does it have to be a choice?  Why can’t they be true to themselves and their dreams &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; have love?  Of course, maybe the key there is that neither Mary nor Frankie have met the right guys, the ones that get them, and really see them.  Which is part of what I adore about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Graceling&lt;/span&gt;.  Katsa has the same trouble-- "She loved Po. She wanted Po. And she could never be anybody’s but her own."--but she finds a way to have both.  She’s able to remain thoroughly herself, but also to love and be loved, however unconventionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katsa reminds me a little of Alanna from Tamora Pierce’s Song of the Lioness quartet (which have been my favorite books since I was ten) in how she reconciles having her freedom and her love.  The Alanna books were among the first of the “kickass girl” books, in which the hero is a girl, not a boy, along with Robin McKinley’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blue Sword&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hero and the Crown&lt;/span&gt;.  So, twenty-ish years later, and there are many, many more books showing girls as heroes, as strong, independent people.  But still facing the same choices and problems.  I’d like to think that these days, though, these aren’t feminist issues, but people issues.  And I do think there are boy books about the same themes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-2129466207580666308?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2129466207580666308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-choices.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2129466207580666308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2129466207580666308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/12/making-choices.html' title='Making choices'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-3685459604145777570</id><published>2008-11-27T19:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:51:19.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that I woke up to the smell of the turkey cooking; that both of my siblings and I were all able to come home for the holiday; that we still put the Macy’s parade on while we make coffee and help around the kitchen and generally putz around; that everyone still stops for a minute when Santa comes at the end; that my cousins and their kids joined us; that we sit around, talking and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to each other; that Thanksgiving is a day to slow down and catch up with life; that my parents’ home is a warm, inviting place full of life shining in a dark, snowy, starry night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a job that I believe affects people and makes the world better; that I help to bring kids and teens the kinds of stories that will stick with them and help them figure out life, choice, love, school, friendship, independence, and so many other things;  that I get to know and work with awe-inspiring, creative people; that what I do is all about connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for amazing friends who are funny, smart, passionate, giving, strong, and generally incredible people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-3685459604145777570?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/3685459604145777570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/3685459604145777570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/3685459604145777570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-1241422394242648148</id><published>2008-11-18T22:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:13:36.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fictional Crushes</title><content type='html'>We bookish girls have lots of literary crushes. Here are mine . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Cooper from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Song of the Lioness&lt;/span&gt; quartet by Tamora Pierce&lt;br /&gt;Eugenides from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Thief&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Queen of Attolia&lt;/span&gt;, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The King of Attolia&lt;/span&gt; by Megan Whalen Turner  (hmm...I seem to have a thing for thieves)&lt;br /&gt;Frederick Garland from the Sally Lockhart trilogy by Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;Henry DeTamble from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Time Traveler's Wife&lt;/span&gt; by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;Captain Wentworth from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persuasion&lt;/span&gt; by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;Remus Lupin from the Harry Potter books by J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;Wes from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Truth about Forever&lt;/span&gt; by Sarah Dessen&lt;br /&gt;Mel from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunshine&lt;/span&gt; by Robin McKinley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, okay, I admit it, I've got a few from the TV, too . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Lyman from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The West Wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Gilmore Girls&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;George from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have your fictional crushes too...want to share them in the comments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-1241422394242648148?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1241422394242648148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/11/fictional-crushes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1241422394242648148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1241422394242648148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/11/fictional-crushes.html' title='Fictional Crushes'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-282435864052107947</id><published>2008-11-14T01:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:39:15.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Books</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite quotes, the one that embodies so eloquently and deeply not only what books mean to me, but what they mean to my relationships with other people, is from a poem by W. B. Yeats: “I bring you with reverent hands / the books of my numberless dreams.”* (From "A Poet to His Beloved")  I can't imagine any vow or promise carrying more significance than the sentiment that line expresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books are so easily shared, yet are so tremendously personal.  The person I am, the way I think, the way I approach life, have all been shaped by the books that I have read.     I've never been able to name "the book that changed my life" because every book has changed my life.  The ones that I love are more than just objects on a shelf (or mp3s on my ipod).  They hold parts of me inside of them.  In their pages, they hold the places, the thoughts, the people, the smells, sounds, emotions that surrounded me as I read.  Often rereading can take me back to the time and place of that previous read, can remind me more sharply of particular moments or feelings than anything else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, sharing books, even sharing thoughts about books, can be a very intimate act, when it comes right down to it.  I mentioned in a previous post that I’ve been collecting quotes since I was in high school.  In blank books, I write down lines and passages from books or articles or that I just stumble across somewhere. I sometimes think that giving someone those quote books to read would reveal more about me than giving them the journals that I’ve kept in the last 15 years.  In them are the ideas that I identified with, agreed with, found funny, found moving, disagreed with but found thought-provoking--and how I’ve grown in my thoughts about everything over the years (even if I am still mostly reading books for the YA audience). I love sharing books with people, I love the sense that I am saying, essentially, “Here is something that got inside my head, and I hope it gets inside yours, too, and let's talk about it once you read it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we read affects our minds somehow, and being able to share something that affects your mind is pretty remarkable.  Being able to have a conversation with another person about how that book affected you, what it made you think, is exciting.  Maybe the person I share with won’t pick up on the exact same themes or passages that I did, but regardless, we’ll still both have that book, that story, inside of us.  This feeling about books may be part of why I have an enormous to-read list.  Because every time a friend tells me about a book they’ve loved or found interesting, I want to read it, too, to understand something that’s now a part of that person I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My library doesn’t contains just stories and worlds and beautiful writing.  It contains memories, emotions, thoughts. . . . The books that I keep, the ones I’ve connected to and identified with and found valuable enough to cart with me from apartment to apartment, to make sure I have the space for . . . well, I’m attached to them.  Lots of times I’ve actually scribbled notes in them and marked the passages I later transcribed in my quote books.  They’re little parts of my mind.  My numberless dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Thanks, &lt;a href="http://angieville.blogspot.com"&gt;Angie&lt;/a&gt;, who introduced me to this quote.  (In fact, is this quote part of the reason we became friends?  Apart from our mutual literary crush on George Cooper? (And other mutual literary crushes.))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-282435864052107947?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/282435864052107947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/11/sharing-books.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/282435864052107947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/282435864052107947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/11/sharing-books.html' title='Sharing Books'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-1370538640530296173</id><published>2008-11-07T22:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:46:04.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Reader by Richard Wilbur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is going back, these days, to the great stories&lt;br /&gt;That charmed her younger mind. A shaded light&lt;br /&gt;Shines on the nape half-shadowed by her curls,&lt;br /&gt;And a page turns now with a scuffing sound.&lt;br /&gt;Onward they came again, the orphans reaching&lt;br /&gt;For a first handhold in a stony world,&lt;br /&gt;The young provincials who at last look down&lt;br /&gt;On the city's maze, and will descend into it,&lt;br /&gt;The serious girls, once more, who would live nobly,&lt;br /&gt;The sly one who aspires to marry so,&lt;br /&gt;The young man bent on glory, and that other&lt;br /&gt;Who seeks a burden. Knowing as she does&lt;br /&gt;What will become of them in a bloddy field&lt;br /&gt;Or Tuscan garden, it may be that at times&lt;br /&gt;She sees their first and final selves at once,&lt;br /&gt;As a god might to whom all time is now.&lt;br /&gt;OR, having lived so much herself, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;She meets them this time with a wiser eye,&lt;br /&gt;Noting that Julien's calculating head&lt;br /&gt;Is from the first severed from his heart.&lt;br /&gt;But the true wonder of it is that she,&lt;br /&gt;For all that she may know of consequences,&lt;br /&gt;Still turns enchanted to the next bright page&lt;br /&gt;Like some Natasha in the ballroom door--&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the flow of things wherever bound,&lt;br /&gt;The blind delight of being, ready still&lt;br /&gt;To enter life on life and see them through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4844550798283827423</id><published>2008-11-05T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:09:02.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Good Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SRJtmMeGPpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QSxWFEj0HUg/s1600-h/9780061140181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SRJtmMeGPpI/AAAAAAAAAEc/QSxWFEj0HUg/s400/9780061140181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265391417299451538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin Henkes sums up how I'm feeling today best. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4844550798283827423?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4844550798283827423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4844550798283827423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4844550798283827423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-good-day.html' title='What a Good 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-1717467206815513243</id><published>2008-10-26T23:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:47:38.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotable Sunday</title><content type='html'>I've been gathering quotes and passages that I love, or identify with, or find thought-provoking, or funny since high school.  Sharing one of them seems like a nice way to begin a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not wish to treat friendships daintily, but with roughest courage. When they are real, they are not glass threads or frost-work, but the solidest thing we know."&lt;br /&gt;            -Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-1717467206815513243?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1717467206815513243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotable-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1717467206815513243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1717467206815513243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotable-sunday.html' title='Quotable Sunday'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-5610684550274995115</id><published>2008-10-24T23:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T23:33:57.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;If the Shoe Doesn't Fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you take it off&lt;br /&gt;of course you take it off&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't worry you&lt;br /&gt;it isn't your shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Naomi Shihab Nye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-5610684550274995115?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5610684550274995115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/10/poetry-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5610684550274995115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5610684550274995115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/10/poetry-friday.html' title='Poetry Friday'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4785468865266269969</id><published>2008-10-20T21:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:49:31.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My shelves</title><content type='html'>I adore the huge bookshelf I got when I moved . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SP00P8otYHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6x3yh1CwMDA/s1600-h/DSC_1098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SP00P8otYHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6x3yh1CwMDA/s320/DSC_1098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259417388418162802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has all my children's and YA books, the binders of articles I've collected, and the books of essays about children's books.  And I've got all the adult books, plays, and poetry on this tall one . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SP01BVoHnaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/B4FsfEnH7rk/s1600-h/DSC_1100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SP01BVoHnaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/B4FsfEnH7rk/s320/DSC_1100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259418236940164514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4785468865266269969?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4785468865266269969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-shelves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4785468865266269969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4785468865266269969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-shelves.html' title='My shelves'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SP00P8otYHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6x3yh1CwMDA/s72-c/DSC_1098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-6794319848868771361</id><published>2008-10-10T07:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:52:15.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Declare Yourself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SO9Bq-zrMqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_XC-wF-IGts/s1600-h/DSC_1043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SO9Bq-zrMqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_XC-wF-IGts/s320/DSC_1043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255491496834708130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, a few of my colleagues and I went down to Washington Square Park with copies of our book DECLARE YOURSELF, stuffed with voter registration forms.  We handed them out to the young potential voters heading to and from their classes at NYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day for voter registration in New York, and Declare Yourself (the organization) has a list of upcoming deadlines &lt;a href="http://declareyourselfnow.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  You can also submit your own story about voting to their blog by emailing declareyourself@gmail.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SO9Bxr1KRfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z4KXoG_1Jck/s1600-h/DSC_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SO9Bxr1KRfI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Z4KXoG_1Jck/s320/DSC_1031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255491611999749618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-6794319848868771361?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6794319848868771361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/10/declare-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6794319848868771361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6794319848868771361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/10/declare-yourself.html' title='Declare Yourself!'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SO9Bq-zrMqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_XC-wF-IGts/s72-c/DSC_1043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-7790430618941352366</id><published>2008-10-04T15:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:32:14.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Belatedly Happy Banned Books Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Banned Books Week has officially ended, but &lt;a href="http://angieville.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angie &lt;/a&gt; tagged me with this meme, and I am only getting to it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is the ALA list of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.ala.org/ala/aboutala/offices/oif/bannedbooksweek/bbwlinks/100mostfrequently.cfm"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;100 Most Frequently Challenged Books of 1990-2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How to Play:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. Copy this list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2. Highlight the ones you have read in RED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3. Tag 5 people to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Martha's List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;center style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 16px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;ol style="margin: 0px 0px 1em 3em; padding: 0px;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Scary Stories (Series) by Alvin Schwartz&lt;/span&gt; (I've read at least one of these.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Daddy's Roommate by Michael Willhoite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Chocolate War&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;by Robert Cormier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Harry Potter (Series) by J.K. Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Forever by Judy Blume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Bridge to Terabithia by Katherine Paterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Alice (Series) by Phyllis Reynolds Naylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Heather Has Two Mommies by Leslea Newman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;My Brother Sam is Dead by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Giver by Lois Lowry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;It's Perfectly Normal by Robie Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Goosebumps (Series) by R.L. Stine &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I think I've only read maybe one or two of these.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;A Day No Pigs Would Die by Robert Newton Peck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Color Purple by Alice Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Sex by Madonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Earth's Children (Series) by Jean M. Auel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Great Gilly Hopkins by Katherine Paterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Go Ask Alice by Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Fallen Angels by Walter Dean Myers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;In the Night Kitchen by Maurice Sendak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Stupids (Series) by Harry Allard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Witches by Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The New Joy of Gay Sex by Charles Silverstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Anastasia Krupnik (Series) by Lois Lowry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Goats by Brock Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Blubber by Judy Blume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Killing Mr. Griffin by Lois Duncan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Halloween ABC by Eve Merriam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;We All Fall Down by Robert Cormier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Final Exit by Derek Humphry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; 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by Mem Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The House of Spirits by Isabel Allende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Face on the Milk Carton by Caroline Cooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Lord of the Flies by William Golding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Native Son by Richard Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Women on Top: How Real Life Has Changed Women's Fantasies by Nancy Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Curses, Hexes and Spells by Daniel Cohen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Jack by A.M. Homes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Bless Me, Ultima by Rudolfo A. Anaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Where Did I Come From? by Peter Mayle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Carrie by Stephen King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Tiger Eyes by Judy Blume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;On My Honor by Marion Dane Bauer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Arizona Kid by Ron Koertge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Family Secrets by Norma Klein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Mommy Laid An Egg by Babette Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Dead Zone by Stephen King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Always Running by Luis Rodriguez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Private Parts by Howard Stern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Where's Waldo? by Martin Hanford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Summer of My German Soldier by Bette Greene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Little Black Sambo by Helen Bannerman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Running Loose by Chris Crutcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Sex Education by Jenny Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Drowning of Stephen Jones by Bette Greene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Girls and Sex by Wardell Pomeroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;How to Eat Fried Worms by Thomas Rockwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;View from the Cherry Tree by Willo Davis Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Headless Cupid by Zilpha Keatley Snyder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;The Terrorist by Caroline Cooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.2em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.2em;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;Jump Ship to Freedom by James Lincoln Collier and Christopher Collier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, that's 29 books, almost a third of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-7790430618941352366?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7790430618941352366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/10/belatedly-happy-banned-books-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7790430618941352366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7790430618941352366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/10/belatedly-happy-banned-books-week.html' title='A Belatedly Happy Banned Books Week'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-7492806613038749707</id><published>2008-09-23T22:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:49:29.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute shoes are the secret to world domination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SNmo3N9IwGI/AAAAAAAAADI/oe3c-pSqgJ0/s1600-h/DSC_0976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SNmo3N9IwGI/AAAAAAAAADI/oe3c-pSqgJ0/s200/DSC_0976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249412507269382242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I debated about posting this.  Do I want other people to be able to cash in on my secret theory? But I like to share.  I guess as an oldest child, I had it drilled into me for too long to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing about cute shoes: they are ice-breakers.  I'm an essentially shy person, but doing things like presenting at writers' conferences or attending various meetings, or events, or cocktail parties means that shyness has to be left behind.  And seeing as children's publishing is fairly woman-centric, chances are, if you wear cute shoes, someone will notice.  Voila! Conversation begun!  I always make it a point to wear cute shoes when I'm going to be meeting new people or speaking at an SCBWI conference, so this method is tried and true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a good excuse to buy cute shoes.  Like, maybe, these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SNmqf9rDmhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Lj7CStC0hPY/s1600-h/51o9uOdLRvL._SS260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SNmqf9rDmhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Lj7CStC0hPY/s200/51o9uOdLRvL._SS260_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249414306784844306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-7492806613038749707?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7492806613038749707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-shoes-are-secret-to-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7492806613038749707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7492806613038749707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute-shoes-are-secret-to-world.html' title='Cute shoes are the secret to world domination.'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SNmo3N9IwGI/AAAAAAAAADI/oe3c-pSqgJ0/s72-c/DSC_0976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-2181164542107626965</id><published>2008-09-18T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:16:53.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Provoking the Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm off to North Carolina to speak at an SCBWI conference, but here are two articles that have had my gears turning this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sort of alarmist and gloom-and-doomy article about The End of publishing from &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/news/media/50279/"&gt;New York Magazine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another look toward the future of media, but this time in &lt;a href="http://www.mediapost.com/publications/?fa=Articles.san&amp;amp;s=90062&amp;amp;Nid=47246&amp;amp;p=354545"&gt;roundtable fashion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-2181164542107626965?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2181164542107626965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-provoking-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2181164542107626965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2181164542107626965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-provoking-thoughts.html' title='For Provoking the Thoughts'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4278082047792208131</id><published>2008-09-03T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:36:07.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama is like a YA novel.</title><content type='html'>During dinner with friends last night, I wondered in passing if I like Obama for the same reasons I like YA fiction better than adult fiction.  Sure, I was being a bit flippant. But then I thought more about it, and...well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Better edited.  (Oh, snap!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Change: YA books are full of change, because teens are full of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. YA books are about taking on the world.  Fix it? Change it? At least our part of it? Yes we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hope. I’ve always said this is one of the key differentials between adult and YA. YA books need hope at the end, we need a sense that everything the character has been through has lead him or her somewhere better. That we are better for having spent time with him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gets you where you live. YA books are unafraid of using new formats, different structures, and incorporating cell phones, blogging, text messages, email, and tons more ways that young people actually communicate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Not issue driven.  Issues are important. You’ve got to know how to handle them. But then you’ve got to be about more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4278082047792208131?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4278082047792208131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/09/obama-is-like-ya-novel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4278082047792208131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4278082047792208131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/09/obama-is-like-ya-novel.html' title='Obama is like a YA novel.'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4481068618309449951</id><published>2008-09-01T20:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:12:24.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Season Reading!</title><content type='html'>I spent the last week of August moving and setting up my new apartment, to the company of WNYC’s coverage of the Democratic National Convention.  I’m now totally addicted to NPR.  It was an excellent week to have time for all this radio listening, and I was completely re-invigorated about the election and the democratic process in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend downtime between the two conventions made me think about where else I can get my political fix once the conventions are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, of course, is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Declare-Yourself-Connect-Celebrated-Americans/dp/0061473324/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1220312397&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;DECLARE YOURSELF&lt;/a&gt;.  A collection of powerful essays about the importance of raising your voice and using your vote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SLyDR82zznI/AAAAAAAAACw/e9_AB9BNUvI/s1600-h/9780061473166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SLyDR82zznI/AAAAAAAAACw/e9_AB9BNUvI/s320/9780061473166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241208410769444466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiction:&lt;br /&gt;The President’s Daughter quartet by Ellen Emerson White&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SLyDvujTedI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sj1UGrqOAfc/s1600-h/51921cI86bL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SLyDvujTedI/AAAAAAAAAC4/sj1UGrqOAfc/s200/51921cI86bL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241208922325613010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Presidents-Daughter-Ellen-Emerson-White/dp/0312374887/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1220311769&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;The President’s Daughter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/White-House-Autumn-Ellen-Emerson/dp/0312374895/ref=pd_bxgy_b_text_b"&gt;White House Autumn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Long-Queen-Ellen-Emerson-White/dp/0312374909/ref=pd_bxgy_b_text_b"&gt;Long Live the Queen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Long-Reign-Ellen-Emerson-White/dp/0312367678/ref=pd_sim_b_2"&gt;Long May She Reign&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Emerson White is a brilliant writer, and these four books center around Meg, whose mother runs for President and wins.  Smart, funny, dry, and completely absorbing.  I read Long Live the Queen back in junior high and it’s a book that has stuck vividly with me ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Attolia books by Megan Whalen Turner&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SLyEHcAmtQI/AAAAAAAAADA/AjtEsLa90J8/s1600-h/9780060824976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SLyEHcAmtQI/AAAAAAAAADA/AjtEsLa90J8/s200/9780060824976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241209329665094914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Thief-Megan-Whalen-Turner/dp/0060824972/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1220314173&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Thief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Queen-Attolia-Megan-Whalen-Turner/dp/0060841826/ref=pd_bxgy_b_text_b"&gt;The Queen of Attolia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Queen-Attolia-Megan-Whalen-Turner/dp/0060841826/ref=pd_bxgy_b_text_b"&gt;The King of Attolia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, these are fantasy, but they are are utterly astounding with the twists, turns, and political intrigue.  They are must-reads for absolutely everyone. Eugenides is one of the Best. Characters. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonfiction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Future-Dictionary-America-Jordan-Ph-D/dp/193241620X"&gt;The Future Dictionary of America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny mock-dictionary that came out a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Partly-Cloudy-Patriot-Sarah-Vowell/dp/0743243803/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1220314301&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Partly Cloudy Patriot&lt;/a&gt; by Sarah Vowell&lt;br /&gt;She writes about history and politics often, and has some great essays about the 2000 election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For levity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;America (the book)&lt;/span&gt; by the Daily Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Am America (And So Can You)&lt;/span&gt; by Stephen Colbert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For watching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The West Wing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a HUGE West Wing fan. Huge.  Every season is fantastic. (Except for season 5, which is dead to me. Don’t even bother with it, you don’t need it.)  Best for election/campaign-related viewing?  The first two episodes of the second season, season 4, the end of season 6, and season 7.  I love seeing behind-the-scenes of any process, and it’s a witty, superbly well-written and well-acted show that gives you hope in politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4481068618309449951?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4481068618309449951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/09/election-season-reading.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4481068618309449951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4481068618309449951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/09/election-season-reading.html' title='Election Season Reading!'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SLyDR82zznI/AAAAAAAAACw/e9_AB9BNUvI/s72-c/9780061473166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4870429674690876405</id><published>2008-08-26T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:59:17.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moving Day in the Life of an Editor</title><content type='html'>When does being a bookish person and having a kickass library have a drawback? When you’re moving to a fourth floor walk-up. Sigh. Luckily, I also have kickass friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My move in numbers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: splinter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: times I bumped my head in the same place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: pizzas eaten post-moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: friends helping move all those books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: boxes of books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countless: bruises&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4870429674690876405?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4870429674690876405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-day-in-life-of-editor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4870429674690876405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4870429674690876405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/moving-day-in-life-of-editor.html' title='A Moving Day in the Life of an Editor'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4125716007876928803</id><published>2008-08-22T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T16:08:25.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Typeface Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.extensis.com/typecaster/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.extensis.com/typecaster/images/american_typewriter.png" alt="Typecast Yourself!" border="0" height="206" width="450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4125716007876928803?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4125716007876928803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-typeface-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4125716007876928803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4125716007876928803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-typeface-am-i.html' title='What Typeface Am I?'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-2964878723894353997</id><published>2008-08-19T22:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:28:12.518-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs stuck in my head'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlists'/><title type='text'>Soundtrack of My Summer</title><content type='html'>Here are the songs that have been on repeat in my head this summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Mamma Mia," ABBA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's catchy, I can't help it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Inside Your Head," Eberg&lt;br /&gt;3. "Ultimatum," The Long Winters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;One of my absolute favorite songs. I love love love the refrain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "I Hear the Bells," Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;"winds in the night, commas &amp;amp; ampersands..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "In the Night," Basia Bulat&lt;br /&gt;6. "Click, Click, Click, Click," Bishop Allen&lt;br /&gt;7. "9 Crimes," Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;8. "1 2 3 4," Feist&lt;br /&gt;9. "Panic," Puppini Sisters&lt;br /&gt;10. "Momentary Thing," Something Happens&lt;br /&gt;11. "New Soul," Yael Naim&lt;br /&gt;12. "The Crane Wife 3," The Decembrists&lt;br /&gt;13. "L. E. S. Artistes," Santogold&lt;br /&gt;14. "After Hours," We Are Scientists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;New fave from the Scientists--and it's playing in the trailer for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Nick &amp;amp; Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;, which is a fantastic pairing, in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "You Love Me," Devotchka&lt;br /&gt;16. "Come Pick Me Up," Ryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;17. "Sweet Darlin'," She &amp;amp; Him&lt;br /&gt;18. "Love Song," Sara Bareilles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-2964878723894353997?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2964878723894353997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/soundtrack-of-my-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2964878723894353997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2964878723894353997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='Soundtrack of My Summer'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-1787441793966804460</id><published>2008-08-16T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:32:51.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why all the Breaking Dawn hullabaloo?</title><content type='html'>I’m unashamed to admit that I loved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. I stayed up till 4 a.m. finishing it the day I got it back in 2005.  Sure, it’s verbose, and not the most elegantly written book, but Bella’s voice is compelling, and there’s something addictive about the love story.  I liked that it stayed a very personal story, rather than being about Bella and Edward fighting some Great Evil.  Because, let's face it, a vampire and human being in love is complicated enough without Great Evil looming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have my concerns about Bella. She so readily gives up herself, her loves, her dreams for Edward. I wanted to reach into the story and shake her, tell her that she had to be her own person, too. But even as I wanted to do that, I also thought it was a very honest representation of first love for a teenager, so I could see girls finding themselves in Bella.  And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; ends on the ambiguous note of her butting heads with Edward over whether or not he would change her into a vampire. Because of the ambiguity, you could imagine for yourself a future in which Bella would find herself again and not let Edward be so suffocating and bossy, in which they would be true partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;, Bella was put in the middle of a choice between Edward and Jacob, her best friend who nurses a crush for her.  I was a little irritated that Jacob and Bella had to cross that line into romantic because I thought it would be more interesting if a friendship was represented as just as powerful as a romantic relationship (because friendships are!).  I thought that it might be what spurs Bella to stand up to Edward and come back into herself.  She needed her friends and her life, and she wouldn't give them up for him, and they had to learn how to have both. But it became a choice between two romantic loves instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So readers went in to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; expecting Bella to have to make the choice--between Edward and Jacob, between mortal and immortal. They were waiting to see how she would do it, and what the consequences would be for everyone involved, and how she would deal with both the good and the bad fall-out of such a hard choice.  Someone was bound to be hurt, and there were sacrifices to be made and dealt with.  And then...Bella didn’t have to make the choice.  Circumstance neatly made it for her. No one got hurt; everyone got what they wanted; happily ever after.  I think that’s what has caused the fan backlash.  Yes, we all wanted a happy ending, one with hope, but what does happily ever after mean if it hasn’t been fought for?  Happily ever after is only satisfying when there’s been work and even pain involved, when the characters have been active in achieving it, when they’ve had to strive, not when it’s been handed to them.  (Um, Bella had her backbone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually broken&lt;/span&gt;, and then healed by Edward.  Metaphor, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point to consider is whether &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; is still a teen book.  I think it may have crossed the line into adult. Sure, sure, Bella is still a teenager, but her concerns are no longer a teen's concerns. Teens are questing--they're trying to find their places in the world, and make choices, and are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt;. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;, Bella's found her place, and is settled.  So, unfortunately, I think that many teens just couldn't relate to her as strongly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, this is Stephenie Meyer's story, though, and she had to write the one she wanted to write.  And now that it's out in the world, readers can decide for themselves whether or not they want to accept it in the way they've accepted the previous three. That's one of the great things about art--we don't have to like everything, but there are readers (or listeners or viewers) for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more, here are some of the eloquent, sometimes snarky, and sometimes very funny articles and blog posts about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; that I've enjoyed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gailgauthier.com/2008/08/so-what-was-problem.htm"&gt;Gail Gauthier's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/08/07/AR2008080702528.html"&gt;Washington  Post Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/books/review/2008/07/30/Twilight/"&gt;Salon Article&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An amazing (but quite long), snarky&lt;a href="http://cleolinda.livejournal.com/630150.html"&gt; play-by-play&lt;/a&gt; of the BD reading experience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-1787441793966804460?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1787441793966804460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-all-breaking-dawn-hullabaloo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1787441793966804460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1787441793966804460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-all-breaking-dawn-hullabaloo.html' title='Why all the Breaking Dawn hullabaloo?'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-6714904956687682979</id><published>2008-08-12T23:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:20:01.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Knight &amp; Tension</title><content type='html'>I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; a couple of weeks ago, and have been a little haunted by it ever since.  It’s disturbing and amazing and as interior as it is exterior, which I think is pretty incredible for a superhero/comic book/action movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reviews--I think the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NYTimes&lt;/span&gt; one, but I’m not sure--had a line that stuck with me as I watched. Superhero movies find both their key &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; their downfall in the ultimate conflict between the hero and the villain.  We all know that’s where it’s going, in any movie of this sort.  It’s barreling toward the final showdown. That’s what hooks us, and sometimes it’s what disappoints us.  So I had that in mind while watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;, and was fascinated by how tense I was through the whole thing, regardless. Even though I knew what the climax was going to be, and even though I knew that somehow Batman had to come out on top, I felt the suspense winding me tighter and tighter, and keeping me on the edge of my seat. (Or, maybe more like curled in a ball in my seat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This got me to thinking about building tension and keeping your reader in suspense as far as books go, too. As the old saying goes, there’s only a certain number of stories in the world, and we all know what those stories are.  In children’s and YA, maybe even more so than adult, we can often make a good guess as to where any given story is going.  Voice and playing within the story make each new one fresh and compelling to readers, but how do they maintain the tension?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure I have an answer to that question yet, but my idea is that it has to do with that interior/exterior balance.  If we can predict what the exterior climax is going to be, then we need to be surprised by the interior one. Maybe it works the other way around, too. It’s all about the layers, and how they work each on their own and together as a whole.  There has to be both friction and connection to keep interest. If we have an idea of how one could go, we need to be surprised by the other. And perhaps this is something that can switch back and forth even within the same work.  As the Joker and Batman raced toward their final conflict, the balance of power shifted between them constantly. As the Joker told Batman in their last scene, they need each other to survive; they’re the two sides of human nature, and each needs its foil. Because it goes so psychological, we never really know which one we can trust--extremes in either way can be harmful and wreak havoc. This aspect--the way two sides can push and pull at each other, and the way exterior and interior conflicts do the same--is certainly something to keep in mind for stories that need the suspense to work in the best possible way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt; is one that I’ve read recently that does the same thing so well--the whole premise tells us where we’re going as far as final conflict, but Katniss is in such opposition to it, that we are wound tightly through the whole experience as her internal battle intersects with the outside plot events.  And it doesn't turn out perfectly--just as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; didn't turn out entirely great for Batman.   Hm...maybe this is one of the reasons &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; didn’t so much succeed.  But that is a whole different blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-6714904956687682979?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6714904956687682979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-knight-tension.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6714904956687682979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6714904956687682979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/08/dark-knight-tension.html' title='Dark Knight &amp; Tension'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-6208741261426855810</id><published>2008-07-31T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:52:30.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Maps on Google</title><content type='html'>One of my new favorite internet discoveries is that I can create customizable maps on Google Maps!  Neat-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further ado, my map of favorite bookstores.  Most likely to be added to as I think of other bookish spots to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=100438530170050952756.000453208795a3083f7cf&amp;amp;ll=40.738441,-73.981133&amp;amp;spn=0.134118,0.030546&amp;amp;output=embed&amp;amp;s=AARTsJqzLjX0z5C7yzaGru9WgC7u3XMFbA" frameborder="0" height="350" scrolling="no" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=100438530170050952756.000453208795a3083f7cf&amp;amp;ll=40.738441,-73.981133&amp;amp;spn=0.134118,0.030546&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-6208741261426855810?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/6208741261426855810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-maps-on-google.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6208741261426855810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/6208741261426855810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-maps-on-google.html' title='My Maps on Google'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-8444834609827424502</id><published>2008-07-27T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:36:46.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Literacy vs. the Internet vs. Books vs. Kids</title><content type='html'>An &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/27/books/27reading.html?em&amp;amp;ex=1217304000&amp;amp;en=9e2f89919889abd4&amp;amp;ei=5087%0A"&gt;interesting article&lt;/a&gt; on literacy, the internet, and child/teen readers in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NYTimes&lt;/span&gt; today. It's a tricky debate--whether reading online is as beneficial as reading a book, whether it's helping or hindering kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I think that reading books is vital.  But that belief doesn't mean that I think online reading is detrimental.  It's different.  I found myself a little irked by one quote in the article: &lt;blockquote&gt;“Learning is not to be found on a printout,” David McCullough, the Pulitzer Prize-winning biographer, said in a commencement address at Boston College in May. “It’s not on call at the touch of the finger. Learning is acquired mainly from books, and most readily from great books.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems an extremely elitist position to take.  After all, I read this article online. (Okay, yes, I'll be printing it out to save, too.)  Lots of learning is acquired from books.  But much of the learning I did in college was from xeroxed articles or printouts from online journals.  And I'm sure that current students are relying on those means even more than I did.   We can read thought-provoking arguments, debates, ideas, stories in any form.  We learn if we take the time to digest and mull over them.  And if we can talk them over with other people.  What the internet hinders is the time to digest and absorb what we read online.  It's so easy to click onto the next thing, or to become distracted: it’s your turn in Scrabulous! there’s another interesting article! ooooh, there’s a new post on your favorite blog! a friend is im-ing you!  But what the internet helps is finding more people to discuss and debate the ideas with.  Ultimately, isn’t the internet a tool, and we can use it how we want to?  We can’t really blame &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; for kids reading or not reading books.  It may not be the problem, but how we think of it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did worry me, though, that the teenage girl in the article said she wanted to major in English and be published someday, but didn't see the point of reading books.  The best advice that can be given to aspiring writers is to read, read, read, so they can see how other people are doing it and what works or doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article, too, talked about what kids read during their leisure time, but in the same breath about testing scores.  So are they really concerned with the leisure time reading?   I mean, I'm a grown-up, avid reader, former English major, and editor, and when I read in my leisure time, it's to be swept away by a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was caught by the line about the internet having no beginning or end.  Does that make the internet God?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-8444834609827424502?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8444834609827424502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-article-on-literacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/8444834609827424502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/8444834609827424502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/interesting-article-on-literacy.html' title='Literacy vs. the Internet vs. Books vs. Kids'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-2289585188541370983</id><published>2008-07-23T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:29:55.699-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Literary Jewelry</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite Esty shops is &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5167074"&gt;Brookadelphia&lt;/a&gt;, who have hip, bookish necklaces.  (I have the "&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=12801632"&gt;read.&lt;/a&gt;" one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in timely fashion, they've added a few new ones since my last visit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.30703384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.30703384.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.30835806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.30835806.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-2289585188541370983?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2289585188541370983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/literary-jewelry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2289585188541370983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2289585188541370983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/literary-jewelry.html' title='Literary Jewelry'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4222672625050155784</id><published>2008-07-21T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:23:22.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually listened to Radio Lab in a timely matter this week, during a Very Hot run in the park this morning.  It was on emergence--how societies can become complex and function even without leaders. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off with an amazing visual image of fireflies in Thailand that end up blinking together rather than randomly.  Besides "firefly" being one of my favorite words, it also reminded me of the end of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Criss Cross&lt;/span&gt;, which always warms my heart and makes me feel better about the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Someone opened the jar. The lightning bugs knew what to do. They flew out into the night air, every last one. Blinking, "Here I am."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But besides that, the idea of emergence struck me as one that applied to revising.  They talked about how you can't take one ant out of the ant society and have it work, or how you can't take one neuron out of the brain and have it contain a whole thought.  It's all in how every ant or every neuron works together.  A manuscript is made of individual sentences, but they can't function alone.  A really great revision won't simply pull out a problem in an individual sentence and fix that, but will see how that sentence fits into the whole, how all of it comes together to form a complex and working story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4222672625050155784?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4222672625050155784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/actually-listened-to-radio-lab-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4222672625050155784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4222672625050155784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/actually-listened-to-radio-lab-in.html' title=''/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-5712737694730799285</id><published>2008-07-21T19:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:00:17.931-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t-shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covetable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballerina'/><title type='text'>Coveting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SIUZfTyT8kI/AAAAAAAAACo/3N7yxX7lsps/s1600-h/zoom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SIUZfTyT8kI/AAAAAAAAACo/3N7yxX7lsps/s320/zoom.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225610968311263810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new Threadless t-shirt design!  So cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-5712737694730799285?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5712737694730799285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/coveting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5712737694730799285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5712737694730799285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/coveting.html' title='Coveting'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SIUZfTyT8kI/AAAAAAAAACo/3N7yxX7lsps/s72-c/zoom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-7695661029248544914</id><published>2008-07-20T00:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:59:08.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 100 books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Big Read</title><content type='html'>According to The Big Read, the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Look at the list and:&lt;br /&gt;Bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;Italicize those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;Underline the books you LOVE.--I couldn't do this so mine are starred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. 1984 - George Orwell&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;14. Complete Works of Shakespeare (Oh, come ON! I've read 11 and seen 11.)&lt;br /&gt;15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;34. Emma - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Persuasion - Jane Austen*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;41. Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt; (well, I skimmed a lot, but I did go the whole way to the end)&lt;br /&gt;43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving &lt;/span&gt;(this book made me angry)&lt;br /&gt;45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;52. Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;72. Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. Ulysses - James Joyce* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80. Possession - AS Byatt*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;87. Charlotte's Web - EB White &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;92.The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;94. Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(but I've seen it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 . . . that's not too shabby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-7695661029248544914?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/7695661029248544914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-read.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7695661029248544914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/7695661029248544914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-read.html' title='Big Read'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-8615886321548496363</id><published>2008-07-17T22:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:58:25.216-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new yorker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>It's what's beneath the cover that counts</title><content type='html'>Forget the cover controversy, because inside the New Yorker is a great &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/07/21/080721fa_fact_lepore"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the formidable Anne Carroll Moore vs. Stuart Little.  I love getting the behind-the-scenes scoop on the industry like this, seeing how children's books came into their own, with the help of such legendary women as Anne Carroll Moore and Ursula Nordstrom (and many others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite detail, though, might be the "Not recommended for purchase by the expert" stamp.  Such power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope people keep talking away about how offended/not offended they are by the cover, so that more and more pick it up and stumble across this article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-8615886321548496363?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/8615886321548496363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-whats-beneath-cover-that-counts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/8615886321548496363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/8615886321548496363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-whats-beneath-cover-that-counts.html' title='It&apos;s what&apos;s beneath the cover that counts'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-5478979576455593080</id><published>2008-07-16T22:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:00:18.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Artists take on lapel pins</title><content type='html'>Courtesy of the &lt;a href="http://campaignstops.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/07/14/stuck-on-lapel-pins/index.html?th&amp;amp;emc=th"&gt;NYTimes&lt;/a&gt;, various artists and illustrators design lapel pins for Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Sis's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SH6pXj_AC-I/AAAAAAAAACg/nQ4fuhTBzWM/s1600-h/15heller02_190a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SH6pXj_AC-I/AAAAAAAAACg/nQ4fuhTBzWM/s320/15heller02_190a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223798840057924578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-5478979576455593080?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/5478979576455593080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/artists-take-on-label-pins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5478979576455593080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/5478979576455593080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/artists-take-on-label-pins.html' title='Artists take on lapel pins'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SH6pXj_AC-I/AAAAAAAAACg/nQ4fuhTBzWM/s72-c/15heller02_190a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-870812614168797993</id><published>2008-07-14T23:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:56:53.431-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>I think I heart Cory Doctorow</title><content type='html'>Not only did he write a riveting, sort of terrifying but hopeful, page-turner of a book (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Brother&lt;/span&gt;--if you haven't read it, go get it now!), but he also wrote a fantastic &lt;a href="http://www.locusmag.com/Features/2008/07/cory-doctorow-natures-daredevils.html"&gt;column&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Locus&lt;/span&gt;, about writing for young people.  And he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks about books being markers of social identity for young adults, which is a thought I don't think I'd ever put into the right words before, but this is totally it.  He says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;That's one of the most wonderful things about writing for younger audiences — it &lt;i&gt;matters&lt;/i&gt;. We all read for entertainment, no matter how old we are, but kids also read to find out how the world works. They pay keen attention, they argue back. There's a consequentiality to writing for young people that makes it immensely satisfying.&lt;/blockquote&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also points out that literature may be one of the few escapes left for young people today, with how much fear there is about getting hurt making it hard to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live&lt;/span&gt;.   Which is, too, a major theme of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Brother&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I think one of the most obvious differences between adult and YA literature is that YA lit has HOPE, I'm glad that Cory Doctorow--and many others--are there for teens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-870812614168797993?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/870812614168797993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-heart-cory-doctorow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/870812614168797993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/870812614168797993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-heart-cory-doctorow.html' title='I think I heart Cory Doctorow'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-2562752202874608786</id><published>2008-07-03T18:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:00:18.249-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guilt trips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editor-friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BYU'/><title type='text'>Guilt Trips</title><content type='html'>When I was at the BYU Writing and Illustrating for Young Readers conferences last week, there was a mixer one night with local authors.  For whatever reason right now, the Provo area has an amazing amount of gifted writers who are also fantastically nice.  Shannon Hale is one of them, but she couldn't make it to the mixer, which made the other editor, Stacy Whitman of Mirrorstone, and me sad. So what did we do?  We emailed her a picture of our sad faces.  And it worked!  She dropped by the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SG1NYWPaAxI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ffq830xtR_g/s1600-h/n566119076_661962_4374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SG1NYWPaAxI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ffq830xtR_g/s320/n566119076_661962_4374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218912623874671378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-2562752202874608786?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/2562752202874608786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/guilt-trips.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2562752202874608786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/2562752202874608786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/guilt-trips.html' title='Guilt Trips'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SG1NYWPaAxI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ffq830xtR_g/s72-c/n566119076_661962_4374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-4267088508601776880</id><published>2008-07-01T22:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:53:08.089-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='radio lab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Stories and Believing</title><content type='html'>I've taken to listening to podcasts at the gym, and two of my favorites are This American Life (obviously) and Radio Lab.  I am not at all orderly or timely about listening to them, so I'm always behind and out of order.  The Radio Lab I listened to over the last 2 gyms visits was from January, the "War of the Worlds" episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot about the topic that's intriguing, but what I've taken away is the question of why people can fall for this sort of thing again and again.  After conversation with a psychologist Robert Krulwich said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"People are suckers for stories; we just cannot help ourselves. . . . The thing is we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; go in, we all fall into these stories, he says, it's just the way we are built. For hundreds of thousands of years, our memories, our friendships, our sense of family, our kinship, we build our identities form stories. Stories that we tell, and stories that we hear."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem to be built to believe in things.  Because it's hopeful.  Because who wants to go around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; believing?  Even if it's believing in small things, not big ones.  We'll fall for things because we learn so much from the stories that saturate our lives, perhaps.  Stories show us that there's always something to believe in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-4267088508601776880?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/4267088508601776880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/stories-and-believing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4267088508601776880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/4267088508601776880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/stories-and-believing.html' title='Stories and Believing'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2605148134671900289.post-1318325733987253963</id><published>2008-07-01T21:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:51:52.724-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beloved books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Comfort Books</title><content type='html'>Alice Sebold wrote an op-ed piece for the New York Times last summer that had a great sentiment I wrote down for my quote collection, and part of it says very much why I'm a big re-reader of books:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is comfort, company, a way to buffer oneself form the pain and isolation of the everyday. It is the peace I find by visiting my closest friends. I have given up thinking I'm deranged for discovering them between the covers of a book."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I would not necessarily call my books my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;closest&lt;/span&gt; friends, but I do certainly think of them as friends.  They're familiar and engrossing and give something to me every time I open them, regardless of whether it's the first time or the twentieth.  And some of them have been with me since my childhood.  They have not only their own stories inside them, but pieces of my story, my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, my favorite comfort books, the ones that are as welcoming and comforting as old friends, the ones that make me feel that all will be right in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Song of the Lioness quartet by Tamora Pierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty&lt;/span&gt; by Robin McKinley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Criss Cross&lt;/span&gt; by Lynne Rae Perkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matilda&lt;/span&gt; by Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Garden&lt;/span&gt; by Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Persuasion&lt;/span&gt; by Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2605148134671900289-1318325733987253963?l=acuriosityshop.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/feeds/1318325733987253963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/comfort-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1318325733987253963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2605148134671900289/posts/default/1318325733987253963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acuriosityshop.blogspot.com/2008/07/comfort-books.html' title='Comfort Books'/><author><name>curiousmartha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363666435706626551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YBME3g0Uc-A/SeqONfqZHEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8_HCq5k_vlY/S220/DSC_0493.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
