<?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-3464895354879988864</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:20:07.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JEZEBEL'S GARDEN</title><subtitle type='html'>A green librarian's musings on life, literature, and lots of other stuff...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-3527158461957647421</id><published>2009-05-16T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T07:33:54.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Books!  New Books!  New Books (that rock!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Greetings Earthlings!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;So, anyhoos, I've been bummin' as of late 'cuz I never see any of our &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; new books in the library--which means that you aren't seeing too many of them either!  Thus, I've taken the liberty of creating a list, so ya can go ahead, place holds, &amp;amp; get geared up for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(and there's more where these come from!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Just follow the Yellow Brick Road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/bookletter/showlist.html?sid=6947&amp;amp;list=CNL13"&gt;http://www.booksite.com/texis/scripts/bookletter/showlist.html?sid=6947&amp;amp;list=CNL13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-3527158461957647421?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/3527158461957647421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=3527158461957647421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/3527158461957647421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/3527158461957647421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-books-new-books-new-books-that-rock.html' title='New Books!  New Books!  New Books (that rock!)'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-3376443134328741468</id><published>2008-05-02T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:32:49.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Final" Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What is reading but silent conversation?" -- Walter Savage Landor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alas, my Readers' Advisory course is wrapping up, but before I go, I felt compelled to say that it's been a most enjoyable literary ride for a bibliophile such as myself. Aside from being the perfect "excuse" to read, I've garned a fancy for audiobooks (great background "noise" no matter the endeavor. In fact, I'm listening to one as we speak). That said, nothing beats the proximity of a concrete tangible, and I'm foaming at the bit for the delectible treat that awaits me on the table (finals can't be done soon enough for oh-so-many reasons). Fittingly enough, it's none other than my beloved Augusten &lt;em&gt;Burroughs A Wolf at the Table&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Word to the wise: If you want first dibs on hot stuff, get a job at your local library!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other recent reads / listens:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jodi Picoult's &lt;em&gt;Change of Heart &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;My Sister's Keeper. &lt;/em&gt;Yes, I've finally caved &amp;amp; embarked on Picoult. High-Five for me. Actually, it's not bad, and I can see why readers love it--she's a master of the hook, &amp;amp; her multicast audio's are pretty cool. However, I think I'm done for the moment, as I've begun to notice a thematic recycling of materials...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Christopher Moore's &lt;em&gt;You Suck: A Love Story&lt;/em&gt;. God, how I LOVE the title. So many interpretations in that little statement alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Umberto Eco's &lt;em&gt;Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana &lt;/em&gt;(most intriguing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sue Limb's &lt;em&gt;Girl, 15, Charming, but Insane &lt;/em&gt;series (YA books that are hilariously fun for all--and a beautiful reminder that growing older isn't necessarily so bad!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joshilyn Jackson's &lt;em&gt;The Girl Who Stopped Swimming&lt;/em&gt; (an atmospheric, ghostly Southern gothic romp that became incredibly addictive...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Which led me, at long last, too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;John Berendt's &lt;em&gt;Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil &lt;/em&gt;(beloved by both my brothers, one who reads and one who doesn't, so, of course, I had to check it out!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could go on and on, but it is &lt;em&gt;finals&lt;/em&gt; after all, so this wraps up my reflections on reads--for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-3376443134328741468?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/3376443134328741468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=3376443134328741468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/3376443134328741468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/3376443134328741468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2008/05/final-word.html' title='The &quot;Final&quot; Word'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-2854529753281049637</id><published>2008-03-22T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:18:52.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #7: "A Long Way Gone"</title><content type='html'>Beah, Ishmael. &lt;em&gt;A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York: Farrar, Straus, &amp;amp; Giroux, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Non-Fiction (Autobiography/Memoir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Learn More...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5K4yhPSQEzo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5K4yhPSQEzo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishmael_Beah"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishmael_Beah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nyc24.org/2006/newnewyorkers/childsoldier/index.html"&gt;http://www.nyc24.org/2006/newnewyorkers/childsoldier/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects &amp;amp; Themes: civil war; genocide; kidnapping, torture, murder, endless death; child soliers/children forced to kill; control; dictatorship; annhiliation; desolation &amp;amp; desperation; unspeakable horrors; adaptation &amp;amp; survival; huntering &amp;amp; gathering societies/tribal living; international relations; activism; rehibilitation; psychology; human development, family; forgiveness; perseverence; generosity; courage; compassion; finding one's voice; and, the ability to heal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Reaction: Where to begin? This is one of the most powerful literary experiences in recent memory. At heart, &lt;em&gt;A Long Way Gone &lt;/em&gt;is truly an inspirational tale, and yet...It took me five starts only to determine that perhaps the audio route would be best. I just couldn't read the book (readerly immersion, for me, the utmost intimate), yet still, I sat, tears streaming down my face. Simply so raw, so simultaneously real and unreal. Nevertheless, I continued to listen, I would not turn away...I once visited the Holocaust Museum out in D.C. for much the same reason: Such stories must be heard, acknowledged, learned from, understood, even if only from afar. The continued perpetuation (and global ignorance) of such horror is enough to make an athiest pray for the existence of God, if only for the reassurance that there likewise exist the purgatories of hell for those content to create hell on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read A Likes (true tales of human atrocity&lt;em&gt;--and &lt;/em&gt;survival&lt;em&gt;):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disguised: A Wartime Memoir &lt;/em&gt;by Rita De Clercq Zubli&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(2007).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl Soldier: A Story of Hope for Northern Uganda's Children &lt;/em&gt;by Faith McDonnell (2007).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;God Grew Tired of Us &lt;/em&gt;by John Bul Day (2008).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stolen Lives: Twenty Years in a Desert Jail &lt;/em&gt;by Malika Oufkir (2002).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Woman in Amber: Healing the Trauma of War and Exile &lt;/em&gt;by Agate Nesaule (1997).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was a Soldier &lt;/em&gt;by Valerie Zenatti (2007).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Related Reads (authentic voices of innocence lost):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Burn Journals&lt;/em&gt; by Brent Runyon (2005).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Child Called "It:" One Child's Courage to Survive &lt;/em&gt;by Dave Pelzer (1995).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glass Castle &lt;/em&gt;by Jeannette Walls (2005).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grief Girl: My True Story &lt;/em&gt;by Erin Vincent (2007).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like Family: Growing Up in Other People's Houses &lt;/em&gt;by Paula McLain (2004).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running With Scissors: A Memoir &lt;/em&gt;by Augusten Burroughs (2002).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Post Read Pick-Me-Up: Gloria Gaynor's &lt;em&gt;I Will Survive &lt;/em&gt;(you'll need it)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-2854529753281049637?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/2854529753281049637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=2854529753281049637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/2854529753281049637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/2854529753281049637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2008/03/entry-7-long-way-gone.html' title='Entry #7: &quot;A Long Way Gone&quot;'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-5692389859426751851</id><published>2008-03-22T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:00:19.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #6: "The Professor's Daughter"</title><content type='html'>Sfar, Joann &amp;amp; Emmanuel Guibert.  &lt;em&gt;The Professor's Daughter&lt;/em&gt;.  New York: First Second, 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Graphic Novel (originally written in French)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Info: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joann_Sfar"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joann_Sfar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illustrator Info: &lt;a href="http://lambiek.net/artists/g/guibert_emman.htm"&gt;http://lambiek.net/artists/g/guibert_emman.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subjects &amp;amp; Themes: Egyptology; Victorian London; museums &amp;amp; mummies; archaeology &amp;amp; antiquity; cultural elitism, gender inequality, &amp;amp; social hierarchies; murder, madness, &amp;amp; mayhem; timeless (&amp;amp; unlikely) love; transformation; beating the odds; and, the living dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading Reaction: Thought the illustrations were pretty cool, alternating between panels of muted tones in black &amp;amp; white, and those that were colorfully vivid.  As for the story, however, what can I say?  Silly beyond compare.  It wasn't what I expected at all (was hoping for something a bit more historically rich) with enlivening details of Ancient Egypt...Alas, &lt;em&gt;The Profesor's Daughter, &lt;/em&gt;considered by many critics to be a modern classic within the genre, is pure fantastical escapism.  If you've ever seen the movie, &lt;em&gt;The Mummy&lt;/em&gt;, you get my drift.  Such just doesn't suit my mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read-a-Likes (additional cheese, if you please,w/ a dash of  (mostly) historic noir):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead High Yearbook &lt;/em&gt;by Ivan Velez (2007).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Egyptologist &lt;/em&gt;by Arthur Phillips (2004).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Historian &lt;/em&gt;by Elizabeth Kostova (2005).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Labyrinth &lt;/em&gt;by Kate Mosse (2006).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Violin: A Novel &lt;/em&gt;by Anne Rice (1997).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well Bred &amp;amp; Dead: A High Society Mystery &lt;/em&gt;(2007).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Related Reads (graphic novels for the slightly more aged reader):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Contract with God &lt;/em&gt;by Will Eisner (2006).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maus: A Survivor's Tale &lt;/em&gt;by Art Spiegelman (1993).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood &lt;/em&gt;by Marjane Satrapi (2004).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Rabbit's Cat &lt;/em&gt;by Joann Sfar (2007).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sardine in Outer Space &lt;/em&gt;by Joann Sfar &amp;amp; Emmanuel Guibert (2006).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vampire Loves &lt;/em&gt;by Joann Sfar (2006).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Musical Accompaniment&lt;em&gt;: Possum Kingdom &lt;/em&gt;by the Toadies (an intriguing enticement regarding the precarious promise of eternal life...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-5692389859426751851?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/5692389859426751851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=5692389859426751851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/5692389859426751851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/5692389859426751851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2008/03/entry-6-professors-daughter.html' title='Entry #6: &quot;The Professor&apos;s Daughter&quot;'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-4493351144860291058</id><published>2008-03-15T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T11:32:46.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #5: "Blood Child"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Truth is, I hate short story writing...Yet there is something seductive about writing short stories..." -- Octavia E. Butler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Butler, Octavia E. &lt;em&gt;Blood Child and Other Stories&lt;/em&gt;. New York: Four Walls Eight Windows, 1995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Genre: Science Fiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Author's Website: &lt;a href="http://www.sfwa.org/members/butler/"&gt;http://www.sfwa.org/members/butler/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Butler's Obituary: &lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/books/260959_butlerobit26ww.html"&gt;http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/books/260959_butlerobit26ww.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Subjects &amp;amp; Themes: death &amp;amp; decay; chaos &amp;amp; control; dystopia; catastrophe; mutants; illness, genetic disease, &amp;amp; heredity; women &amp;amp; men/women vs. men; pregnancy; family; aging; loss; hopeless; drudgery; sense (or lack there of) of community; and, the ever present threat of annhilation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reading Reaction: A glimmer of intrigue, yet overall, pure displeasure (a fact about which I feel a little guilty, having only recently learned of the author's demise). For, try as I might, it seems inevitable that I will never acquire a taste for the realm of science fiction. I find it confusing &amp;amp; I simply can't muster enough inertia to decipher the message. Don't deny the author's talent--but I'll take a raw dose reality &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Read a Likes (if bleak otherworldliness be your thing):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Alien Years &lt;/em&gt;by Robert Silverberg (1998).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Boat of a Million Years &lt;/em&gt;by Poul Anderson (1989).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stranger in a Strange Land &lt;/em&gt;by Robert Heinlein (1961).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Martian Chronicles &lt;/em&gt;by Ray Bradbury (1950).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Doomsday Book &lt;/em&gt;by Connie Willis (1992)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Handmaid's Tale &lt;/em&gt;Margaret Atwood (1985).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Related Reads (more infamous sci fi)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dune &lt;/em&gt;by Frank Herbert (1965).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Time Machine &lt;/em&gt;by H.G. Wells (1895).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Journey to the Center of the Earth &lt;/em&gt;(1864).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ender's Game &lt;/em&gt;by Orson Scott Card (1985).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Canticle for Leibowitz &lt;/em&gt;(1959).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dragonflight &lt;/em&gt;by Anne McCaffrey (1968).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Suggested Tunes: soundtrack from &lt;em&gt;2001: A Space Odyssey&lt;/em&gt;. Repeat only if necessary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-4493351144860291058?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/4493351144860291058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=4493351144860291058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/4493351144860291058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/4493351144860291058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2008/03/entry-5-blood-child.html' title='Entry #5: &quot;Blood Child&quot;'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-7736613537473347124</id><published>2008-03-09T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:56:57.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #4: "A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Shamelessly honest, sharp, poetic, and feminine. That's the starting point for my work." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Xiaolu Guo, essayist, author, poet, &amp;amp; filmaker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nothing in this book is true, except for the love between &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and him." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;--from A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guo, Xiaolu. &lt;em&gt;A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers. &lt;/em&gt;New York: Doubleday, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Genre: Contemporary International Fictional/Muticultural Romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Author's Website: &lt;a href="http://www.guoxiaolu.com/"&gt;http://www.guoxiaolu.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Subjects &amp;amp; Themes: language &amp;amp; meaning; life &amp;amp; meaning; linguistics; dictionaries; diaries; inward journies &amp;amp; outward travels; exploration; cultural immersion; passion, propriety, &amp;amp; perseverence; individuality vs. selfishness; Ethnocentricism; art, exploration, &amp;amp; creativing; isolation, adaptation, &amp;amp; self-discovery; sense of family, the demands of love, heartbreak &amp;amp; longing; sex adn sexuality; abortion; aging; and, learning to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reading Reaction: Incredibly satisfied with having found an intellectually stimulating &amp;amp; reverently rendered read that urged me to "&lt;em&gt;slow down, digest slowly". &lt;/em&gt;Sadly reminded of lost love, but to have, too, survived intact. Awed by perseverence of ESL speakers, especially those &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whose native tongue so vastly differs from our own. Reaffirmed: A personal passion language-- despite its intricacy and inherently tenuous nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Read-a-Likes (&lt;em&gt;"It's better to have loved &amp;amp; lost than never to have loved at all..."&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blind Assassin &lt;/em&gt;by Margaret Atwood (2000).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cloud Mountain &lt;/em&gt;by Aimee E. Liu (1997).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daughter of Fortune &lt;/em&gt;by Isabel Allende (1999).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girl With a Pearl Earring &lt;/em&gt;by Tracy Chevalier (1999).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loving Che &lt;/em&gt;by Ana Menbendez (2003).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unburnable &lt;/em&gt;by Marie-Elena John (2006).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Related Reads (art, assimilation, &amp;amp;/or Chinese voice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful Things That Heaven Bears &lt;/em&gt;by Dinaw Mengestu (2006).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bonesetter's Daughter &lt;/em&gt;by Amy Tan (2001).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Forest Lover &lt;/em&gt;by Susan Vreeland (2004).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hunger: A Novella and Stories &lt;/em&gt;by Samantha Lan Chang (1998).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Last Communist Virgin: Stories &lt;/em&gt;by Wang Ping (2007).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snow Flower and the Secret Fan &lt;/em&gt;by Lisa See (2005).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suggested Background Music: Bach's &lt;em&gt;Air on a G String&lt;/em&gt; (repeat, most definitely &lt;em&gt;repeat&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-7736613537473347124?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/7736613537473347124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=7736613537473347124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/7736613537473347124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/7736613537473347124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2008/03/concise-chinese-english-dictionary-for.html' title='Entry #4: &quot;A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers&quot;'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-7551341778224286064</id><published>2008-02-29T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T08:27:11.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry #3: "The Diving Pool: Three Novellas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...I don't really understand couples at all. They seem like some sort of inexplicable gaseous body to me--a shapeless, coloress, unintelligible thing, trapped in a labratory beaker...And she seems quite peaceful, as if she's wandered off into a deep, cold swamp..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--from "The Diving Pool"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ogawa, Yoko. Translated by Stephen Snyder. &lt;em&gt;The Diving Pool: Three Novellas&lt;/em&gt;.  Picador: New York, 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Genre: Psychological Suspense/Mystery/Japanese Fiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For Further Info: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoko_Ogawa"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yoko_Ogawa&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookforum.com/inprint/014_05/2073"&gt;http://www.bookforum.com/inprint/014_05/2073&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Subjects &amp;amp; Themes: manipulation; mental torture; inexplicable rage; reality vs. dream; hallucination; secrets; confusion &amp;amp; control; discontent; instanity &amp;amp; emotional break-downs; nothingness; interior &amp;amp; exterior storms; nothingness &amp;amp; the notion of the great abyss; alienation &amp;amp; the elusiveness of memory; the complex dichotomy of our human appetite; and life's enigma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reading Reaction: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In a word: weirdo-rama. Beyond that, thoroughly creeped out, yet equally fascinated. The author's writing style is deceptively simple (makes one wonder how it reads in its native Japanese) and before you know it, you've become nsnared in one enticingly abysmal realm...But, don't be turned off, for I was impressed enough to convince my library's adult services head to add it to our collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suggested Read-a-Likes (otherwise known as more seriously disturbing reads for the wanna-be seriously disturbed):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blindness&lt;/em&gt; by Giovanni Pontiero (1997).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghostwritten: A Novel &lt;/em&gt;by David Mitchell (2000).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the Cut: A &lt;/em&gt;Novel by Susanna Moore (1995).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lake of Dead Languages &lt;/em&gt;by Carol Goodman (2002).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Metamorphosis&lt;/em&gt; by Franz Kafka (1946).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Misery&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen King (1987).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Suggested Related Reads (more murder, mayhem, &amp;amp; madness--in Japan):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All She Was Worth&lt;/em&gt; by Miyabe Miyuki (1996).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bride's Kimono &lt;/em&gt;by Sujata Massey (2001).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ring &lt;/em&gt;by Koji Suzuki (2002).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Tattoo Murder Case&lt;/em&gt; by Akimitsu Takagi (1998).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wind-up Bird Chronicles &lt;/em&gt;by Haruki Murakami (1997).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Woman in the Dunes &lt;/em&gt;by Kobo Abe (1964).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Musical Accompaniment: Enya (the darker stuff). Or, if hankering for a heavy vibe, try &lt;em&gt;So Many People&lt;/em&gt; by Neurosonic. It, too, takes some serious deciphering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-7551341778224286064?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/7551341778224286064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=7551341778224286064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/7551341778224286064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/7551341778224286064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2008/02/entry-3-diving-pool-three-novellas.html' title='Entry #3: &quot;The Diving Pool: Three Novellas&quot;'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-5447805897572040155</id><published>2008-02-23T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:22:33.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry 2: "The House of Paper"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Books change people's destinies" -- from The House of Paper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dominguez, Carlos Maria. &lt;em&gt;The House of Paper. &lt;/em&gt;Orlando: Harcourt, 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Genre: Contemporary (International) Fiction [and, arguably, adult fable/modern parable].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For brief author bio., visit &lt;a href="http://www.pen.org/author.php/prmAID/28"&gt;http://www.pen.org/author.php/prmAID/28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Subjects &amp;amp; Themes: academia; bibliomania; loneliness vs. aloneness; missing persons; sex; human relations; authentic vs. pseudo friendships; inward journeys &amp;amp; outward travels; language vs. reality; gluttony &amp;amp; greed; need for fulfillment; history; life's vocation; time for contemplation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(My) Reading Reaction:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dominguez had me snickering from the get go, because, let's face it, we bibliophiles &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;get a little hoity toity when it comes to the (questionably) artificial intelligence spawned via our literary loves. We know it. We revel in it. So, too, does the abovementioned author. Hence, the beauty of the book. That said, despite it's brevity (A mere 112 pages! Whoopie!) there were times when the story seemed to drag. Then again, maybe I'm just not a fan of the adult fable, preferring instead tales with a bit more meat &amp;amp; a mite more bite than such whimsy is apt to provide. Overall, however, it still earns a thumb's up--at least in my book. For, the writer knows his craft &amp;amp; he wields his weapons well. And, as for Jon Stewart-esque mockery...What can I say? I'm a fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suggested Read a Likes (if you're bonkers for books &amp;amp; the like--or otherwise obsessed):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Book of Air and Shadows&lt;/em&gt; by Michael Grueber (2007).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Book of Illusions&lt;/em&gt; by Paul Auster (2002).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Scroll of Seduction &lt;/em&gt;by Giocanda Belli (2006).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Shadow of the Wind &lt;/em&gt;by Carlos Ruiz Zafon (2004).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Thirteenth Tale: A Novel &lt;/em&gt;by Diane Setterfield (2006).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zahir: A Novel of Obsession &lt;/em&gt;by Paulo Coelho (2005).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Suggested Related Reads (if you're somewhat bookish, slightly bonkers, &amp;amp;/ or like to up the ante with a little intrigue...):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bookseller of Kabul &lt;/em&gt;by Asne Seierstad (2003).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The History of Love &lt;/em&gt;by Nicole Krauss (2005).&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to Be Lost &lt;/em&gt;by Amanda Eyre Wood (2004).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kafka on the Shore &lt;/em&gt;by Haruki Murakami (2005).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana &lt;/em&gt;by Umberto Eco (2004).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night of the Radishes &lt;/em&gt;by Sandra Benitez (2003).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Musical Accompaniment: Beck's &lt;em&gt;Loser &lt;/em&gt;(repeat only if in the mood for additional self-flagellation).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-5447805897572040155?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/5447805897572040155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=5447805897572040155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/5447805897572040155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/5447805897572040155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2008/02/entry-2-house-of-paper_23.html' title='Entry 2: &quot;The House of Paper&quot;'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-7083958231783971003</id><published>2008-02-07T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:06:16.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Literary Itinerary (aka: My Reading Map), Entry 1: "Becoming Abigail"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A human being alone is a thing more sad than any lost animal, and nothing destroys the soul quite like aloneness." -- from Becoming Abigail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Abani, Chris. &lt;em&gt;Becoming Abigail. &lt;/em&gt;New York: Turnaround, 2006.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Genre: Contemporary (International) Fiction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Subjects &amp;amp; Themes: obsession (danger of); loneliness/isolation; self-discovery vs. self-destruction; search for home; family, love, &amp;amp; loss; ties that bind, ties that break; history; oppression; racism, sexism, &amp;amp; rape; power vs. subjugation; hope; and, the thwarted attempt to come-of-age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I cannot in good conscience recommend Chris Abani's "Becoming Abigail" without providing the potential reader with due warning: The experience will leave you ravaged, and you'll never again question the power of words to move and sway. Years from now, you may not remember the precise nature of the story (if it be imprinted upon you at all) but you will most definitely recall the saccharine taste it left dormant in your mouth, the inescapable after-taste of a bittersweet emotional eclipse...Becoming Abigail defies description and opposes literary categorization; it exists without beginning, merely with a definitive end. It is a short body of work with passages so painful they require a speed read--like ripping off a band-aid. It is fragmented thoughts that unite in cohesive whole...Becoming Abigail contradicts all logic, yet somehow it rings truer than anything I've ever read...It is a literary experience as it should be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;so good, it hurts."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;em&gt;Review excerpt courtesy of The Madison Times, July 28-August 3, 2006, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Anna Taylor (that'd be me) provided as means of sharing my i&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmediate reaction to the abovesaid novella.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Other Books by Abani:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Masters of the Board&lt;/em&gt;, 1985.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Graceland&lt;/em&gt;, 2004.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Virgin of Flames&lt;/em&gt;, 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song for Night&lt;/em&gt;, 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Poetry:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kalakuta&lt;/em&gt;, 2000.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daphne's Lot&lt;/em&gt;, 2002.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dog Woman&lt;/em&gt;, 2004.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hands Washing Water&lt;/em&gt;, 2006.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Author Website: &lt;a href="http://www.chrisabani.com/"&gt;http://www.chrisabani.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suggested Related Reads (if you fancy another African setting):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skinner's Drift: A Novel &lt;/em&gt;by Lisa Fugard (2006).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beasts of No Nation: A Novel &lt;/em&gt;by Uzodinma Iweala (2005).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Petals of Blood &lt;/em&gt;by Ngugi wa Thiong'o (1977).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disgrace &lt;/em&gt;by J.M. Coetzee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heart of Darkness &lt;/em&gt;by Joseph Conrad (1904).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Madonna of Excelsior &lt;/em&gt;by Zakes Mda (2004).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Suggested Read a Likes (if you crave a sadly hopeful &amp;amp; hushed ominous aura w/ flawed, but strong central characters):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Veronica &lt;/em&gt;by Mary Gaitskill (2005).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written on the Body &lt;/em&gt;by Jeanette Winterson (1993).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Awakening &lt;/em&gt;by Kate Chopin (1932).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Lover &lt;/em&gt;by Marguerite Duras (1984).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Hours &lt;/em&gt;by Michael Cunningham (1998).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Gesture Life &lt;/em&gt;by Chang-rae Lee (1999).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Recommended Background Music: Beethoven's &lt;em&gt;Moonlight Sonata&lt;/em&gt;--on repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-7083958231783971003?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/7083958231783971003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=7083958231783971003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/7083958231783971003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/7083958231783971003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2008/02/literary-itinerary-entry-1-aka-my.html' title='Literary Itinerary (aka: My Reading Map), Entry 1: &quot;Becoming Abigail&quot;'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-4110594353014247176</id><published>2008-02-03T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:14:41.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Take Two"</title><content type='html'>Turns out my final hurrah wasn't so much finale as an extended hiatus.  Per (a new) professorial request, we shall now turn our attention to the wonderful world of Reader's Advisory--already a personal passion (some might say compulsion) so it'll be interesting to see how this all turns out.  Please note: fellow bibliophiles, you are welcome here! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, instructions from the higher-ups are to create &amp;amp; utilize the Reader's Map format.  Alas, 'til last week, I'd heard hide nor hare of such a contraption...A slight kink in the plan?  That would be my own personal brand of proven spatial dyslexia.  What does this mean?  Well, it means many things (obviously), a number of which even I myself remain not privy.  However, it is certainly safe to assume that the process shall be one of trial &amp;amp; error, continued evolution, involve a lot of tinkering, and probably more than a few "Oops!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah, it will also be &lt;em&gt;linear and literary.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;Kind of like Nancy Pearl's Book Lust @ &lt;a href="http://booklust.wetpaint.com/page/Reading+Itineraries"&gt;http://booklust.wetpaint.com/page/Reading+Itineraries&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen O'Connor's @ &lt;a href="http://wordsworthyreadingpaths.pbwiki.com/"&gt;http://wordsworthyreadingpaths.pbwiki.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nearly so professional, nor so cool!) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, no flashy graphics and no flow-charts--just simple, straight-up prose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, welcome to my world--a humble abode where simplicity is key, books are the bomb, and we're more than happy to let the words speak for themselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let the fun begin, shall we--and feel free to supply 2 cents if ever it strikes your fancy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-4110594353014247176?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/4110594353014247176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=4110594353014247176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/4110594353014247176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/4110594353014247176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2008/02/take-two.html' title='&quot;Take Two&quot;'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-5648692873194343260</id><published>2008-02-03T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T09:39:30.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "picture" of me, in case you're curious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/95269263@N00/2144267714/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/95269263@N00/2144267714/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Every work of art is an uncommitted crime."&lt;/em&gt; -- Theodor Adorno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Proof positive that you can meet a lot of interesting cats within the walls of your local library.  (FYI: A reference to the artist, not my days-gone-by 20 something self).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-5648692873194343260?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/5648692873194343260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=5648692873194343260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/5648692873194343260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/5648692873194343260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2008/02/picture-of-me-in-case-youre-curious.html' title='A &quot;picture&quot; of me, in case you&apos;re curious'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-4889230398091676391</id><published>2007-12-15T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:35:18.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Hurrah (for now)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am learning all the time.  The tombstone will be my diploma.  ~Eartha Kitt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite the fact that I've sincerely enjoyed this semester, and significantly benefited from my fellow learned/learning librarians'-in-arms (i.e. why I prefer coke over pepsi--high octane!), I'm almost pathetically ecstatic about the fact that it's almost over that I'm ashamed to admit it.  The best part?  No need for an alarm clock on the 'morrow, for there is no noise more sheer horrific.  That said, as with our dear abovementioned Eartha (such a deliciously funky name) rest assured, the brief hiatus means not that I shall shut down thee brain, but will rather keep reading the paper (and, praise the stars, a few unassigned novels while I'm at it!) despite the fact that it's often rather depressing; and, who knows, maybe I'll even venure to turn on the boob-tube, &amp;amp; see what all this reality television business is about.  (Ok, probably not, but I might try to catch something--I wonder if &lt;em&gt;Reading Rainbow &lt;/em&gt;every airs at night?  Guess I'll have to use those Google skills to find out...).  If nothing else, I'm quite confident that my reference patrons will keep me on my toes, and having played in the stacks today, I've got a few fun titles to share, straight from the Sun Praire Public Library selection.  So, here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's Top 10 (Print) Reference Resources (in no particular order)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloodletters and Bad Men &lt;/em&gt;(the name says it all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chases Calendar of Events&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oxford Dictionary of Proverbs &lt;/em&gt;(a word whores heavem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encyclopedia of Evolution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Merriam-Webster Children's Dicitonary &lt;/em&gt;(photos &amp;amp; friendly font!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Books Kids Will Sit Still For &lt;/em&gt;(too cute--wonder if it's true?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Book Lust &lt;/em&gt;(I have to buy her action figure one of these days...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Shorter Routeledge Encyclopedia of Philosophy &lt;/em&gt;(how handy--I'm short too!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Encyclopedia of Cats &lt;/em&gt;(just call me the crazy cat lady--you wounldn't be the first)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guiness Book of World Records &lt;/em&gt;("People are strange...." and so, so interesting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now, I know I all but promised a top ten picture books for your reading pleasure, but given the nature of this course, a reference related list seemed more befitting for this here last hurrah.  However, so as not to leave you entirely gyped, a few faves that pop to tired mind, include: &lt;em&gt;Fancy Nancy, Seventeen Things I'm Not Allowed To Do Anymore, Let's Get a Pup!, The Krazees, Big Al and Shrimpy, Our Tree Named Steve, The Next Place, Mrs. Crump's Cat, &lt;/em&gt;everything and anything ever written by Jacqueline Woodson, and gosh, now that I'm thinking about it, I could continue on indefinitely--picture books are the bomb!  Thus, I leave you with an insider's tip, nothing--and I mean nothing!--cures a case of the grumps quite like taking the time to read one aloud.  Give it a whirl sometime; I guarantee you'll be glad that you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-4889230398091676391?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/4889230398091676391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=4889230398091676391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/4889230398091676391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/4889230398091676391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-hurrah-for-now.html' title='Last Hurrah (for now)'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-2370143570191109104</id><published>2007-12-10T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T09:24:34.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I look back, I am so impressed againwith the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense ofmyself in the world, I would do that again by reading,just as I did when I was young&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Maya Angelou ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now, since I'm a Young Adult Librarian, it only seems fitting that I should take it upon myself to list a few of my faves from the YA Collection.  If that's "cheating," so be it!  Maybe I'll have to do picture books next...This is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Teen Librarian's Top Ten YA Reads (Besides &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt;--too easy--it's everyone's favorite!) **&lt;br /&gt;I am the Messenger by Markus Zusak&lt;br /&gt;The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan&lt;br /&gt;The Rules of Survival by Nancy Werlin&lt;br /&gt;Incantation by Alice Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;The Astonishing Adventures of Fanboy and Goth Girl by Barry Lyga&lt;br /&gt;Dairy Queen: A Novel by Catherine Gilbert Murdock&lt;br /&gt;The First Part Last by Angela Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Totally Joe by James Howe&lt;br /&gt;Peak by Roland Smith&lt;br /&gt;The Land by Mildred D. Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-2370143570191109104?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/2370143570191109104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=2370143570191109104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/2370143570191109104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/2370143570191109104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/12/top-ten-2.html' title='Top Ten #2'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-1187484423219081975</id><published>2007-12-08T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:04:05.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Curiosity is, in great minds, the first passion and the last." -- Samuel Johnson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As evident by the date of my last entry, I have posted in ages.  Apart from password conundrums, I really have no excuse, save a rathered harried schedule.  For this, I extend my heartfelt apologies, as well as my vow to continue dabbling the blogspot world long after this particular course be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, now, on to tonight's agenda.  Thanks to recent discussions regarding the infamous "Top Ten," I've been reminded of just how much I love lists.  In fact, within certain circles, I'm likewise known as one of &lt;em&gt;those &lt;/em&gt;"list people."  The plan?  To reinvigorate my list making days of old, starting right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 Books That Have Shattered My Illusions--or at least made me want to be a better writer:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Native Son &lt;/strong&gt;(Richard Wright)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shadow of the Wind &lt;/strong&gt;(Carlos Ruiz Zafon)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Becoming Abigail &lt;/strong&gt;(Chris Abani)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petals of Blood &lt;/strong&gt;(Ngugi wa Thiong'o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fire Next Time &lt;/strong&gt;(James Baldwin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Year of Magical Thinking &lt;/strong&gt;(Joan Didion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Gesture Life &lt;/strong&gt;(Chang-rae Lee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heart of Darkness &lt;/strong&gt;(Joseph Conrad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kafka on the Shore &lt;/strong&gt;(Murakami Haruki)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dry &lt;/strong&gt;(Augusten Burroughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Only one woman?!  Sheesh...doesn't seem right, especially as I adore the feminine voice.  Then again, maybe because it speaks to me in a language I intuitively understand, I'm more often forced to step outside myself when I enter the other chromosomal domain?  Interesting question to ponder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stay tuned for the next installment, and if you're bored in the meantime, check out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.louvre.fr/llv/commun/home.jsp?bmLocale=en"&gt;http://www.louvre.fr/llv/commun/home.jsp?bmLocale=en&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It should keep you plenty busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-1187484423219081975?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/1187484423219081975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=1187484423219081975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/1187484423219081975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/1187484423219081975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/12/top-ten.html' title='Top Ten'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-1182493238711912038</id><published>2007-11-16T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:09:07.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dig it, I so dig it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everybody sucks but me." -- Some Random Guy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Please Note: The abovementioned quote does not illustrate my feelings regarding the world, persay.  It does, however, tickle my fancy to no end.  Came across a fellow UW student holding a brazenly large billboard that made this announcement, which resulted in my first smile of the day.  For, how I do appreciate arrogance when cleverly done.  His reward?  A thumbs up &amp;amp; a hearty salute.  What does this have to do with librarianship, you ask?  Absolutely nada, save that I was on my way to Collection Development, and I had to squelch the giggles throughout class everytime it popped into mind.  The sheer audacity, I dig it.  Were I only so bold...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-1182493238711912038?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/1182493238711912038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=1182493238711912038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/1182493238711912038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/1182493238711912038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-dig-it-i-so-dig-it.html' title='I dig it, I so dig it.'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-8482365571050430579</id><published>2007-11-11T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:25:53.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seek Inspiration and Ye Shall Find</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Reading is a basic tool in the living of a good life." -- Mortimer Adler&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been feeling a little funky lately.  Could be the change in season and frustratingly shortened days, a midsemester rut, or even an unfriendly hormonal surge.  Can't say for sure, but it's been a bit on the annoying side.  Who, after all, likes to be crabby?  Especially when sitting at the reference desk when confronted by all types of people with unique needs out of the blue?  Not a good place to feel edgy.  Luckily, it wasn't anything that a good private vent to my co-workers (not about patrons, just the sensation of icks!), a few hours of yoga, &amp;amp; some chat time with my favorite (ok, my only) brothers couldn't cure.  The icing on the cake, however, was an article I read last night in this months &lt;em&gt;O Magazine. &lt;/em&gt; And, yes, I admitted that outloud.  I read Oprah's magazine.  I even have a subscription.  As a woman, I can appreciate a fellow gals rise to the top--espeically, at least so far as I know, she didn't squoosh anyone on the ride there.  Besides, I get a good snicker out of Dr. Phil, as well as the monthly "Gotta Have It" column that vastly exceeds any budget I'll ever see.  Yet, I seriously dig the Reading Room section, &amp;amp; give kudos to Ms. O for not only recognizing the value of literature, but also going the extra mile to spread the word.  Concluding the section this month was an article related to none other than librarianship--librarianship of the most admirable kind.  If you can get your hands on a copy, see page 274 for an article on Somalia's traveling librarian; a man who twice monthly delivers boxes of books via camel back to children dispersed throughout the African bush.  How's that for inspirational?  I'd call it dedication of the most admirable &amp;amp; life-affirming kind.  Certainly, if he can do &lt;em&gt;that, &lt;/em&gt;I can find it in myself to make it to winter break with a sincere smile upon my face.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, speaking of Christmas, I just had a thought--a donation to the camel library would make a pretty nifty gift for someone.  I've an inkling there are a few other souls out there who may fancy the notion nearly as much as I.  If you're one of them &amp;amp; want to learn more, check out the following webiste: &lt;a href="http://camelbookdrive.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://camelbookdrive.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.  It's pretty cool...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-8482365571050430579?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/8482365571050430579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=8482365571050430579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/8482365571050430579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/8482365571050430579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/11/seek-inspiration-and-ye-shall-find.html' title='Seek Inspiration and Ye Shall Find'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-6227642397225433808</id><published>2007-11-01T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T16:01:52.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reference Psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"While you are engaging in the act of giving, you should do so with great happiness and radiance on your face.  One should practice giving with mental uprightness." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--the Dalai Lama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(If anyone other than the Dalai Lama were to say this, it would, I fear, sound corny, even trite.  Yet, there's more than a grain of truth to be found in his words; it's lovely--and he's &lt;em&gt;the Dalai Lama--the &lt;/em&gt;archetype role model for compassionate living.  So there.  :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been working the reference desk for a little while now (since roughly mid-June) and I'm finally beginning to feel as though I'm coming into my own.  Granted, I know next to nothing in the grand scheme of things &amp;amp; have loads left to learn (my aim being to never stop--forcibly shutting down the mind is akin to being dead, in my humble opinion) but I've the sensation of being home.  Considering the fact that technically, I'm not even a "real" reference librarian, but rather a teen librarian who happens to staff the desk a good chunk 'o time, I think that's pretty cool.  In fact, I like having such diverse job repsonsibilities--keeps me fresh, well-informed, &amp;amp; exposed to so many very different things.  For example, just this week, I helped a first time cat owner learn about the special needs of her highly energetic (but loving) feral kitten.  (Proof positive that it pays to be the "crazy cat lay") while later that same day a young child taught &lt;em&gt;me &lt;/em&gt;what a meerkat is.  Turns out, it's got nothing whatsoever to do with a cat, despite the phonetics of the name.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The biggest perk of my increased comfort--the realization that my rather divergent path to librarianship (all those once feared "pointless" degress &amp;amp; seemingly unusual experiences)--combined with my in-the-works professional development skills enable me to really help people.  Also evident is the fact that it faciliatates the process of "making that connection."  Patrons asking for me by name, stopping by just to say hello; high school kids keeping me abreast of how they did on that assignment, which speech is next; parents asking for my input...Though not necessarily affirmation of a job done perfectly on my part (always room for improvement!) yet it let's me know that I met their needs in some way--even if in no other capactiy than having validated their need was important.  Never fails to make my day, and it's so, so cool to know that I've finally discoered a niche, custom made, just for me.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-6227642397225433808?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/6227642397225433808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=6227642397225433808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/6227642397225433808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/6227642397225433808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/11/reference-psychology.html' title='Reference Psychology'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-7195905140239659083</id><published>2007-10-19T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:56:29.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As marvelous as the stars is the mind of the person who studies them." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- Martin Luther King, Jr. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Martin Luther King, now there's a man, arguably (and in spite of rumored human fallacy) of infinite vision.  Such is both humbling as well as comforting, as I sit here, home sick for the day; essentially rendered useless, and admittedly irritated with the whole scenario.  I'll spare you the details, but suffice to say, drugs are not my friend--a certain family of antibiotics that is, lest you get the wrong impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adverse reactions, it seems, are the theme of the day within my humble abode, for I just read an aricle for a class that severly offended my professional sensiblities.  Once again, I'll spare you the details, and, out of courtesy, I'll refrain from naming any names.  However, I'll give you the gist--it was written by a (librarian!) author who vehemently argued that libraries should model themselves after big box bookstores &amp;amp; cater to the coffee clutching crew, while purging the facility of frivilous finances, namely degree-wielding reference librarians.  Who needs 'em, he says, most "patrons wouldn't notice the difference."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wonder what the people whom I helped last night would make of that?  Especially when I can only recall one scenario in which an individual required assistance locating nothing more than a specific title.  For, although I can't deny that there are certainly times while at the desk that my research prowess proves unnecessary (or not to be such a "prowess" after all) it's the libraries all-encompassing capacity that renders it so invaluable.  Ideally, it is a place of education as well as fun--and one that is open to all.  And, while I can't say I've ever received poor service at a big box bookstore (I've found most under-paid staff persons to be be surprisingly pleasant) such entities do seem to be a watering hole for suburban Whites with spare time on their hands.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Call me jaded, tell me I'm wrong.  Perhaps I am mistaken.  To each their own.  Big box bookstores have their place; so, too, do libraries--even when equipped with we apparently overpaid reference geeks.  If need be, I can learn to make coffee.  Whatever.  But, please, let us at least appreciate the distinction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-7195905140239659083?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/7195905140239659083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=7195905140239659083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/7195905140239659083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/7195905140239659083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/10/etc.html' title='Etc.'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-5483004140124034018</id><published>2007-10-05T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T19:11:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rants, raves, and the sheerly ridiculous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I personally believe we develop language because of our deep need to complain." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Jane Wagner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ridiculous Rant: On my way to work everyday, I drive past a local eatery(an eatery that shall remain nameless in a modest stab at decency--best to wield one's fork gently) with a sign posted out front that reads, "Ciao down at ...".  I'm almost ashamed to admit that it never fails to irritate the bejesus out of me, and yet it does.  Makes me feel like a member of the grammar police, a fact which is comical in and of itself, considering that when it comes to puncuation, I much to prefer to follow my own rule book.  Used to drive some of my English profs nuts.  Guess what goes around, comes around, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alas, I'm often forced to fill out order cards for music CD's with titles that are rather creative takes on standard language.  Intentionally illiteracy is a trend, or so it seems.  Needless to say it also drives me bonkers.  Still, nothing trips my trigger quite like the power to order materials for the library's teen collection.  Talk about fun research.  And today, I had the added bonus of discovering that I had more green in my account than I'd thought, so I get the joy of purchasing anew before the fiscal years bleeps out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Journals such as VOYA and School Library Journal are amazingly insightful sources of information, but my personal favorites are the teens themselves.  There's no audience better than the intended to tell ya what's good, and there are two sites in particular that I've had especially good luck with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teenreads.com/"&gt;http://www.teenreads.com&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://www.flamingnet.com/"&gt;http://www.flamingnet.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Both are incredibly user friendly as well as a grand-old time to surf, but what's really cool is how well the teen reviewers write--they often prove as equally versed as their professional peers, if not more so.  As a behind-the-scenes writer (&amp;amp; teen fan) I think that's the bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and one more site that I highly recommend is &lt;a href="http://familyfun.go.com/recipes/"&gt;http://familyfun.go.com/recipes/&lt;/a&gt; if you're ever in the mood to whip a batch of 'edible eyeballs,' which I include in honor of tomorrow's baking date with my little sister.  It's a great place to visit if you're the kid-friendly sort. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Or, enjoy ingesting edibles that resemble eyeballs).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-5483004140124034018?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/5483004140124034018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=5483004140124034018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/5483004140124034018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/5483004140124034018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/10/rants-raves-and-sheerly-ridiculous.html' title='rants, raves, and the sheerly ridiculous'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-1644318456724749079</id><published>2007-09-27T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T09:25:03.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Skills for the Masses?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"To imagine yourself as someone else is to waste who you are." -- Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while waiting in line at the grocery store, a new periodical caught my eye.  Strategical placed amidst the latest sensational celebrity "news" (Spears--an unfit mother?!  Pregnant Nichole's boyfriend cheats?! Angie, pregnant again?!) the cover's softly muted tones (&amp;amp; demure looking anonymous blonde) all but promised an oasis of calm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called, simply, "Organize," it's a magazine "dedicated to solely help people solve their organizational needs," the articles &amp;amp; advertisements offering an assortment of tools to help each of us evolve into the organized person we've long dreamed to be.  A few highlights from this month's issue include a two page article on "Navigating the Superhighway of information,"(lots of links), tips on how to clean out that garage (should be lucky enough to have one), as well as a blurb that advocates the perks of subscribing to an RSS feed.  (I've been meaning to get around to it...).  Oh, and lest I forget, there's also a handy-dandy discussion of "A+" study spaces.  Should anyone take a peek at either my work desk or home office they'd realize that I ought to subscribe indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought? Corny as all get out!  I was, however,  attempted to purchase one for curiousities sake--if not posterities, given the demise reate of new publications--but at $3.99 a pop, I'm inclined to spend my dollars elsewhere.  Still, the idea's growing on me...As a woman with a solid track record for losing both her mental notes &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;hand-written ones (marbles?) I'm a poster child for the scatter-brained, but well-intentioned audience their aiming for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: The desks of my co-workers are as haphazard as mine.  A sign that there's an awful lot of information out there to know for those of us who are supposed to be-in-the-know?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-1644318456724749079?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/1644318456724749079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=1644318456724749079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/1644318456724749079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/1644318456724749079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/09/library-skills-for-masses.html' title='Library Skills for the Masses?'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-1491404294174942525</id><published>2007-09-23T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T17:26:32.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies...</title><content type='html'>Shouldn't have messed with the color on that last post.  A little hard to read. Sorry! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-1491404294174942525?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/1491404294174942525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=1491404294174942525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/1491404294174942525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/1491404294174942525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies...'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-5707411228162544775</id><published>2007-09-23T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T17:24:35.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Factness (Inquisitive Minds Want to Know?)</title><content type='html'>Inspired by a book I became privvy to this week, I'm compelled to begin with a few thoughts by persons far wiser than...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for us to grow sharper." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-- Eden Phillpotts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"It is, in fact, nothing short of a miracle that the modern methods of instruction have not entirely strangled the holy curiosity of inquiry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;-- Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"The dumbest people I know are the people who know it all." -- Malcolm Forbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yet, despite all evidence to the contrary, I remain avidly enamoured with the pursuit of knowledge.  Nothing beats the feeling of learning something new, no matter how seemingly trivial.  So, because I'm feeling generous, thought I'd toss a few bits of random factness your way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's against the law to drive a motorboat down the street in Breton, Alabama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The longest word in the English language to be typed solely with the left hand? &lt;strong&gt;Stewardesses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coke (the soft drink) was initially green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Struggling to come up with a word that rhymes with purple?  Well, don't strain you're brain--you can't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;By the time we die, each of us has ingested approximately &lt;strong&gt;8 &lt;/strong&gt;spiders (ok, so we've heard this one before, but it's just disgusting enough to warrant further mention).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, since we're on the subject of nutrition, swallowed gum does not sit in your stomach for seven long years--doing so, however, does feel a little weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Granted, I learn a lot more about life, the library, library life (and my role in it) while on the job and at school; so much so, in fact, that it sometimes feels as though I've got information bursting forth from the ears, and I can't be sure that I'm processing it all in equal measure.  Still, it's pretty cool.  Would I soon come to understand the nature of cataloging (the details! the details!) I'd be one happy camper.  Alas, both the dewey decimal system and the construction MARC coding remain as elusive as algebra.  Concrete thinking, it seems, defies me, and thus far (to borrow from Ophrah) the one thing that I know for sure is that I'm ardently anti-acronym.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Recommended Reading: &lt;em&gt;The World As I See It &lt;/em&gt;by Albert Einstein.  Cool hair. Cool dude. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-5707411228162544775?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/5707411228162544775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=5707411228162544775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/5707411228162544775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/5707411228162544775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-factness-inquisitive-minds-want.html' title='Random Factness (Inquisitive Minds Want to Know?)'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-2467282276455512076</id><published>2007-09-15T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T19:21:50.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Addendum</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"It's a small world after all..." -- Walt Disney (or some other fellow in that camp)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kikuyu (or Gikuyu)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya's largest ethnic group, a traditionally agricultural people which, at present, has many members that contribute to an active online community, accessible via the worldwide web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It seems the spaces between us truly are shrinking--at least in some ways.  An aspect of too-much-technology I can wholeheartedly appreciate).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-2467282276455512076?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/2467282276455512076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=2467282276455512076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/2467282276455512076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/2467282276455512076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/09/belated-addendum.html' title='Belated Addendum'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-8767063618383482354</id><published>2007-09-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T20:07:41.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Egads! Exhaustion, &amp; Elephants, of course.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"When elephants fight, it is the grass that suffers." -- Kikuyu Proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard of the Kikuyu until now (I like the ring of the name though, &amp;amp; no doubt I'll be polishing those old reference skills by looking into shortly) nor does the aforementioned quote have anything to do what's on my mind; however, when I came across it today, I found it enticing enough to share.  It's kind of funny--until you think about what it really means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, speaking of grass, the grass truly is greener on the other side.  Over the summer, I managed to keep myself busy with busy work (&amp;amp; rather successfully I might add) while secretly longing to be forced to consistently use my brain again.  (aka: school).  It's a little too easy to be slack in an apt. that's 100+ degrees.  I mean, I knew I'd be busy trying to juggle four grad classes and work, but it didn't &lt;em&gt;sound &lt;/em&gt;too bad.  It's not.  Not bad that is.  That much I admist, lest I prove myself the whiner that I am.  There's just so much--so much to learn--and seemingly not enough time.  The world of information is just too darn big.  Better than small, true enough.  Take, for example, my current endeavor at work.  I'm in the midst of designing our library's first ever Teen Advisory Board, brainstorm feasible programs, &amp;amp; manage the YA collection while overseeing the reference desk, all of which is absolutely new to me.  I revel in it, love it all (&amp;amp; readily admit that it has the potential to detract from homework); I'm also full of admiration for the people out there who manage to do so with gusto everyday.  Thus, I must ask: Any tips on how as to get my bearings, manage one's time in order to achieve "mission accomplished," at least for the moment, and still step outside for a whiff of fresh air?  Words of wisdom would be most appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please forgive the many probable typos.  The advanced hour of the day has dispelled any desire to proof.  Ahh...the beauty of a blog...a person's own little realm of the world; so long as they momentarily pretend there's not a professor out somewhere out there reading this. :)  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-8767063618383482354?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/8767063618383482354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=8767063618383482354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/8767063618383482354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/8767063618383482354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/09/egads-exhaustion-elephants-of-course.html' title='Egads! Exhaustion, &amp; Elephants, of course.'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464895354879988864.post-8034366247632595662</id><published>2007-09-09T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T12:39:18.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings &amp; Salutations</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Quote of the Day&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let us read and let us dance--two amusements that will never harm the world." - Voltaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begin with a confession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog--ever. Most people refer to my by my given name, Anna, (though, no doubt, I've been referred to by others a time or two), &amp;amp; I'm currently in the process of wrapping up what my parents hope will be my final degree/year of graduate school. This particular endeavor is an offshoot of that--an optional requirement for reference course before I'll be awarded that sought after MLS degree--I figured there's no time like the present to teach myself the ropes. In lifetimes past, I've embarked on various other professions, but always returned to college with no clear view of the future truly in mind. Finally, a few friends said, "Enough already, become a professor--&lt;em&gt;or a librarian&lt;/em&gt;. (Sidenote: Apparently, I look like one, courtesy of one beaded glasses chain). Thus, as the saying goes, a light clicked on, and here I am--a newly minted teen librarian who totally digs her new digs at the refernce desk. Turns out, it is possible to earn a living (however humble) while endlessly educating oneself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who woulda thunk? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As decreed, future posts shall be more (or less) related to the field of librarianship. However, a disclaimer: I'm bound to stray off topic, so consider yourself forewarned. That said, you can also expect the ocassional titlating quote, along with not so subtle suggestions pertaining to titles that you simply must, must read. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3464895354879988864-8034366247632595662?l=librarynymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/feeds/8034366247632595662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3464895354879988864&amp;postID=8034366247632595662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/8034366247632595662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3464895354879988864/posts/default/8034366247632595662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://librarynymph.blogspot.com/2007/09/greetings-salutations.html' title='Greetings &amp; Salutations'/><author><name>amtaylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11204313791595121480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
