In Which: I Accidentally Stole A Book


I was a serious child. I followed all the rules, and characters that got away with breaking rules in fiction drove me crazy. If there was a system of rules set into place I figured it must be for a good reason. I was the teacher-est of teachers pets, and I took pride in that, because it was one of the few things I could do well.

Nowhere was this clearer than in the library. It was my domain and all the books my well cared for subjects. You could find me there everyday in grade school and jr high. I always returned books back to their homes and was awarded the honor of taking home as many books as I could carry (sometimes more!)

But then, the dark eye of high school fixed its gaze on me (side note: High school, not as scary or as amazing as advertised)  and I panicked. After all, who could think when you’re already hearing horror stories of trash cans and judgment?   I did something I had never done before: I lost a book.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal and even after all my crying it wasn’t, the book was paid for and life goes on…

I still have that book. I found it some years ago and all the memories came flooding back. And by memories I mean guilt. I can’t help but feel that book, that paid for in full book, isn’t really mine. That red ink stamp on the inside page leers at my do gooding, library girl past.

Even though the school switched to being a crout school with a different name years ago.

Even though 6th through 8th grade is now integrated into the elementary school and there is no jr high  where I live.

Still, I love this book, in all it’s dogeared shabbiness.

I wonder what 17 years of late fees would look like…

Oh google, I love you to.


In Which: Classics: Books Were Burnt, And Everyone Loved TV Very Much


Fahrenheit 451 abridged

Montag: *deep inspiring speech about the immortality of humanities wisdom through books*


Another year old quote in my year old abridged series   (New ones to come, I need to get back on this)

I was hoodwinked for a long time. In this case, was about a book that everyone, for as long as I can remember, brought up hand and hand with censorship.

But is it maybe about something more? Now, that isn’t to say book burning isn’t a form of  making sure the public at large doesn’t get its eyes and minds on knowledge, because it is. But what happens when those eyes and ears know but simply don’t care anymore?     What happens when everyone would rather watch a screen than read a book page, and see everything contained in books as either 1) Dangerous 2) Boring or 3) Of no lasting worth without ever actually reading them?

What happens to that human connection preserved in books across the ages when it is thrown out in favor of glossy, agreeable, mass produced virtual interaction  you can have in your home at any time, 24/7?

I’m not sure really. The book was very open ended and hard to pinpoint perfectly.

Well, I’ll be over here watching Netflix and forum posting  if anyone needs me.