Sunday, November 14, 2021
Saturday, June 26, 2021
It was, of course, a weird year (or so) for virtually anything--but I'm happy to say that my weird year's activities included serving on the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award committee with Luann Toth (chair) and Nicholl Denice Montgomery. Just as I grew sick of the sight of my own walls, those walls became lined with ever-shifting piles of books, culminating in this pile of winners and honor books, which were announced Wednesday:
|From top: Fiction and Poetry winner and honor books; Nonfiction winner and honor books; Picture Book winner and honor books.|
I'm thrilled with the choices we ended up with, and highly recommend every one of these books.
This was my second award committee (and not my first set of Zoom deliberations--the Sydney Taylor Book Award was chosen remotely before it was cool). Though the two experiences were different, each one showed me new things about what I value in books; paradoxically, I've found that committee work teaches you about yourself as an individual. I highly recommend that, too.
(Also, bookshelves. I recommend bookshelves.)
Sunday, January 10, 2021
(I started a post about the new year. It came out weird. Instead, here is a very short story set in the fairly near future.)
I'm sitting on a bus, on my way to visit loved ones. I check the news on my phone; the news is boring, so I go back to the physical book on the seat next to me. (As this is a fantasy, I have excellent habits and am not even tempted to scroll a whole bunch of social media. Also, I have a row to myself.)
I flip to check something in the back matter. I flip back and read on.
Happy New Year. Let's keep turning pages.