I saw the bookmobile today.
I haven't seen the bookmobile in *ages*. It was one of the greatest parts of my childhood. I LOVED it when the bookmobile showed up on our street. It didn't come all that often, unless I'm misremembering, and I'm sure someone will set me straight if I am - and it didn't come for that long of a period in time -
but when that long bus drove down my street, and parked about 4 blocks from my house...
we all raced to get there.
One of my kids came to me today and told me that a math teacher had pulled this child aside and expressed concern over a plummeting math grade. Child X told me that the solution was obvious - the book that had been brought to school was beckoning, and with a story like that - who would want to solve for X?
We had to have a discussion about responsibilities and the reality that the book needed to remain in the locker.
But I got it. Oh, how I got it. I've got a book awaiting my eager hands right now - but work and dishes and packing lunches and maybe a shower come first.
But I SO want to read.
When I was in 6th grade, I was a homely, ugly thing who was the butt of jokes and the class target. I hid in the library to escape being ridiculed yet again, and in the process became great friends with the librarian. Which, ya know, did nothing for my popularity - but did wonders for my imagination.
I want my children to love books - want the library to be the best part of their school experience, want them to seek new tales and discover far off lands. My kids have all loved to read - but sometimes, other people don't want to encourage that. I want all adults to be invested in the reading habits of all children - to be willing and able to say, "Hey! You like dogs? I know this GREAT set - have you ever seen these?" and lead them into the future.
It's interesting though - my oldest two were former bookworms and now haven't picked up a book voluntarily in recent memory.
When I just asked my oldest daughter why she stopped reading, she said that she has no time anymore, and there really aren't any good books. Then she blasphemed - "Why read the book when you can just see the movie? The movie is just as good!"
Yes. A part of me just died.
That right there is heresy.
This video spoke to me.
And Project 12/366 - my morning view: