I know, I know, blogging is—well, it is no more, essentially. And so it goes. Nonetheless, I come across various things that give me hope, and then I think, I ought to put them here, and why not?
So first of all, this piece about community college students seeing no one like them in the books they are reading, and so they began writing their own stories.
And then an opinion piece by Daniel Handler (aka Lemony Snicket, Diana's primal literary influence) about putting sex into books for teenage boys, because that's what they care about. This seems so smart and good to me.
Libraries, which are awesome in so many ways, are also a place where kids can now get free lunch, when they need it.
I have been reading a whole bunch of excellent books! Maile Meloy's new novel is one of them, and so absorbing!
I am currently reading Victor LaValle's The Changeling, and it is amazing and mind-destroying. I hope to write more about it soon, if my brain cells hold out.
Books can't save us, but...we can still read them, and that is a great mercy.