Saturday, November 5, 2011
discarded consonants from the wastepile of history
Here are some pictures of my past week:
First, one that I am particularly proud of. It is from Powell's Books in Portland, Oregon. Powell's is a legendary independent bookstore. I hope that everyone in America who gives gifts of books during the holiday season please buys at least one book from an independent bookseller. It's about much more than economic survival.
Next, this is a photo sent to me from a high school class that I am a big fan of in Arizona. The kids read, and their teacher connects them to books. I love this stuff:
And third, I think I have complained too much about my neighbor (ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CREEK BED) who screams and fights constantly (a very happy family) and plays Andrea Bocelli at ear-piercing levels to drown out the cacophony of their domestic discord. My Andrea Bocelli complaints have led to this popping up in my Facebook sidebar ads:
And that was my day.
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3 comments:
I am glad about the first two pictures. I do not want independent bookstores to become extinct. I bought two books at an indie today and talked about books for boys. You can have those discussions at indies.
About your neighbors, I am sad at the discord.And about how creepy Facebook can be.
Now that first one looks familiar! I'm glad you liked it, but I have to say I think the second photo is my favorite; I love pictures of kids enjoying/celebrating - or even just with - books. That being said, a man bought a copy of Stick for his grandson off that display today. Warmed my little heart.
"Stick to reading," AND "For Frodo?"
Those kids obviously rule.
And I've been to Powell's, and it ia amazing, but that shelf is missing an important book. It's a book about friendship.
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