Monday, December 27, 2010

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Seven Pleasures: Essays on Ordinary Happiness

~by Willard Spiegelman

The librarians themselves seemed possessed of some secret authority; they embodied, they exuded the quiet command that comes from wisdom, or at least the knowledge that you get from books. (pg. 32)

Monday, December 20, 2010

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Home Safe

by Elizabeth Berg

Books don't take time away from us. They give back. In this age of abstraction of multitasking, of speed for speed's sake, they reintroduce us to the elegance - and the relief! - of real, tick-tock time. (pg. 229)

Sunday, November 14, 2010

This Book Is Overdue!: How Librarians and Cybrarians Can Save Us All

by Marilyn Johnson


"In tough times, a librarian is a terrible thing to waste." ~Marilyn Johnson

"Librarian's values are as sound as Girl Scouts': truth, free-speech, and universal literacy. And, like the Scouts, they possess a quality that I think make librarians invaluable and indispensable: they want to help. They want to help us. They want to be of service. And they're not trying to sell us anything."
(pg. 8)

Marilyn Johnson made me fall even more in love when she states that "cupcakes were the official snack of young librarians." (pg. 211)

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Forge

by Laurie Halse Anderson

We wore all manner of shirts, waistcoats, breeches, and shoes, tho' some were barefooted. Looking down our lines, I saw every possible color of hair and eye (tho' some were missing an eye and others were bald-headed), as well as all colors of skin, ...more We wore all manner of shirts, waistcoats, breeches, and shoes, tho' some were barefooted. Looking down our lines, I saw every possible color of hair and eye (tho' some were missing an eye and others were bald-headed), as well as all colors of skin, from the darkest black of men born in Africa to the snow-white pallor of the Scotsmen, and all shades in betwixt the two. The appearance of our army recalled the variations of the trees and leaves in the forest behind us. Each soldier stood tall, each soul afire with pride. (pg 50)