With Halloween coming up I started looking into book inspired costumes and let me tell you, there is some awesome creativity out there. So I’ve shared some of the best in my opinion.
I saw this picture make the rounds through Facebook, it’s an older picture and I don’t know the origin but I love Where the Wild Things Are and when I saw this picture, my heart expanded a thousand fold.
I love the pop art of comic books and so this picture was really appealing. What creativity and patience! Again, can’t find the origin of this picture.
Look! Book Fairies do exist!
I found this picture on Pinterest and I love it, Zombie Librarian has made my day.
Anyone else have some awesome book oriented costumes ready for Halloween?
I have no idea what the title of this post means. I don’t even know why I wrote it but I can’t think of a better one.
But lookey what a colleague of mine sent me in email today:
This is awesome because my name is Annette.
(I’ve just revealed something private to you people so you better not abuse it!)
This is a bit of a novelty for me since not too many people have this name and most women who do, are my mother’s age. I have yet to meet another Annette in their 30′s. Are you out there 30-something Annette? If you are, message me and then we can get together over coffee and read this dandy book together. (And no, I wasn’t named after the plucky Mouseketeer you see smiling above who is not letting the fact that a red car is trying to knock her off a cliff and kill her get to her.)
Do you think Annette gets away from the red car? Do you think she solves the mystery at the Desert Inn? Well let me tell you, if she’s anything like me – probably not. She probably just shut her door to her hotel room and began reading the new Stephen King book.
Okay Annette’s – you out there? Let’s start an Annette book club and we ONLY read books that have Annette in the title.
I wrote this post awaaaays back, (August 2012) and decided, because it’s Sunday and I have nothing to say that doesn’t have to do with The Walking Dead (OMG, 8pm can’t come fast enough), that it’s time to recycle an old post.
Happy Sunday folks!
As I laid out in confession #8, when I see a book (usually when I am on the bus heading to work) in the hands of another I am overcome with an obsessive desire to know what they are reading. It consumes me because I think, what if that is the most amazing book in the whole world and I haven’t read it yet? For a book lover, that is a very serious issue.
But because I am an introvert I will never just come right out and ask someone because I want to avoid the possibility of small chat. You see my problem here? So I have found sneaky ways to discover the titles of a book in the hands of another.
- Sit next to them if the seat is free. Pretend to look for something in your bag and as you are reaching in, steal a glance over at the title on the top of the page they are reading.
- If the seat next to them is not free, sit behind them if you can. This one is simple – just lean forward a little, read the title at the top of the page and quickly sit back. If you take too long you risk them “sensing” you behind them and then they are just plain creeped out by you. And you don’t want to be the creepy person. Alternatively, they may recognize that you too are a book lover like them and you become *BFF’s. (*note, I have not made a new BFF through this manner…yet.)
- If all the seats around them are taken then sit where you can and stare forlornly at the book in their hands.
- Scout out where the bathroom is. No matter where the reader is sitting you will purposely pass by the table. If you are lucky they are holding their book up and you can see the cover clear as day. If not, that’s fine, you are on the way to the bathroom anyway so you have a second chance when you head back.
- When you get to the bathroom look yourself in the mirror, stare at yourself incredulously for a moment wondering what the hell you are doing. Ask yourself why this incessant need to know what people are reading can’t be better served simply by asking them and then head back out.
- Pass by the reader, casually, calmly – score! They have the book down on the table. Good, pass close by, take a quick look at the title and head back to your table with a look of triumph on your face. Ignore the look of sadness in the eyes of your friends who have watched this entire display.
There you have it folks, tried and tested by yours truly. Have any stealth tactics you want to add to the list?
I’ve been alive 36 years on this planet and just recently I learned something new (and very interesting) about my mom. It takes awhile hey? Getting to know our parents as people and not as our parents? To me, mom is mom. I don’t argue it, I don’t challenge it or deny that simple fact. She. Is. Mom.
And then I learn something about she who is called mom (not mother, I have never said mother) and I wonder at what other secrets lie within this woman who is called mom.
The secret came out one recent afternoon. My husband and I were helping she who is mom with her bathroom renovation and we needed a pencil sharpener. So, she whom I call mom and I went on a scavenging hunt. We went to her office where we started looking through the drawers of a dresser that she kept her supplies in. The secret leapt out the moment she opened the one drawer and I stared at this drawer of wonders for a few seconds not comprehending. She, who is mom, laughed nervously and said “I’m like a hoarder I guess”.
In the drawer? (Actually, in TWO drawers!). Packages and packages of brand new, never opened pencil crayons and crayons.
I looked at this woman named mom with such curiosity that she went right into an explanation.
“Whenever I see crayons or pencil crayons on sale I have to buy them.”
Okay, I thought. But why?
“I love pencil crayons, I love the colours.”
She, who is mom, mother, mama. She whom I’ve thrown up on, snotted on, threw tantrums on and tried to French kiss when I was 6, loved pencil crayons. This simple little fact was unknown to me for 36 years. In that moment, I saw this woman who I called mom, not as mom, but as a carefree, childlike young woman and I was utterly charmed.
I then discovered another fantastic and utterly charming fact about this woman. She likes to colour.
What what??? Who is this woman named mom? You mean, she has a personality? She enjoys things outside of worrying about my existence as her eldest daughter? She finds pleasure in the simple things? Things that have nothing to do with me?
I realized a long time ago that my mom wasn’t just my mom. That she was a person with her own constitution, energy, passions and fears. This realization came to me when I was a kid and me and my two siblings were puking our guts out with some nasty flu. I remember waking up in the middle of the night in a haze and hearing my mom throwing up downstairs and I wondered, who was looking after her? (She was a single mom of 3 kids – a true-life superhero.) It hit me in that moment that she was a person, a mortal being who was just as sick as I was, and man, did I ever feel bad.
As we get older though, we forget. Or, at least, I do sometimes. So these little reminders of the people our parents are, is good.
I asked my mom what she liked to colour. She said she likes nature and animals and that she’s tried to look for colouring books but all she finds are ones for kids where they are too cartoony for her. She wants more realistic, adult type colouring books. She also said how she found some online that you can print off but she doesn’t want a page here or there. She wants a colouring book.
My mom loves pencil crayons and she wants a colouring book. This was the most unexpected thing I ever heard coming out of my mother’s mouth. I love being surprised like that.
So, I am on a mission. I am looking for adult oriented colouring books depicting nature, flowers or animals so that I can by my mom a shit load of colouring books so she can finally put those packages of pencil crayons to work.
What delightful, surprising, childlike thing have you discovered about your mom or dad?
And where the hell can I buy adult colouring books?
Today is a great day. Today is the International Day of the Girl. Today is only one day but it should be 365 days. Today is a beginning though, and beginnings are better than endings. (That holds true for books too – I don’t know about you but I get sad when books end).
But back to the girls!
Have you seen this video? It’s been circulating so I am sure you have. Jon Stewart’s reaction is beautiful. The way he looks at Malala. And isn’t she something amazing? You know what the other amazing thing is? There are so many young women, girls, like her but we don’t get to hear their stories. But they are coming out. The stories are finding their strength, their power and they are starting to rise.
And in other girl power news? Alice Munro, Canadian author (and a girl), was the 13th woman to be awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature yesterday. And the first Canadian.
So, as we Canadians head into Thanksgiving weekend let us give thanks to the girls in our lives who dare to show the world their intelligence, bravery, compassion and power. Whether these girls be our sisters, friends, mothers or grandmothers, we each have a story and the stories are starting to take flight.
Thanks giving indeed!
I have a feature on this blog (a very inconsistent feature) of random thoughts from my head that are centered around reading and books. I’ve decided to be more visual with them so I will be taking the thoughts of old and putting them in these fancy, dancy graphics (and eventually taking down the original posts of days gone by). I wanted to do a Confessions of a Book Snob type feature but someone is already doing something similar and I don’t want to copy that.
Here are a few to start: