Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Divergent Speed Dating Read-alikes
Check out these fantabulous Divergent book lists! I've wanted to host a book speed dating program for ages now and upon looking at these lists I thought it might be fun to set one up at a Divergent themed program. I'm not sure how well this idea would work with my current batch of teens, but I think it would be neat to have teens check off which books they want to read most and sort them into factions based on their reading preferences. If the factions aren't evenly distributed, perhaps place a teen in their second-highest ranked faction to ensure there aren't too many kids in one group over another.
I'll keep you posted on this program in development!
Thursday, March 6, 2014
Don't Blink!
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| I am not a Dalek. I am a human. |
For more Doctor Who party ideas, check out my Whovian board on Pinterest!
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Hungry Hungry Hunger Games
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Friday, February 28, 2014
Divergent Program Ideas
Dauntless Games
- Manhunt
- Capture the Flag
- Capture the Pearl sounds a whole lot more exciting, but might not be suitable for every library.
- Trainwreck
Erudite Games
Candor Games
Abnegation Games
Amity Games
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Godzilla Movie Marathon... Now With Haiku!
- Passive Program: Create a bulletin board of 3-5 Godzilla still frames asking for Godzilla haikus. Provide smaller examples from the tumblr so teens have an idea what you are looking for. Create a haiku printable (doesn't have to be too fancy) and provide a submission box so no one can read the poems already entered. Label each Godzilla screenshot with a number or letter so that teens can easily communicate which picture corresponds with their poem, fully knowing at least one teen will mess up and yet another will ask you relentless questions no matter how easy you attempt to make it. Once you have enough submissions, slap those haikus over the appropriate image with meme font, also known as Impact in white with a black outline. If you do not have Photoshop, might I recommend using Ribbet?
- During the Movie Marathon: This one is less exciting, but you are more likely to get a bunch of results. You can print out the Godzilla screenshots with lines underneath them so the teens can write them in as they watch the movies. While you are almost guaranteed more haikus this route, you will miss out on the opportunity to use the completed product as a marketing tool for the movie marathon.
- Teens as Content Creators: The ideal situation involves using Web 2.0 apps, like Ribbet, to allow the teens to create the content themselves. You can either offer them some sort of SRP club credit for creating it online and emailing it to you or you can have a program using library computers that allows them to do it in a group all together. The latter suggestion would not work in my library, so I am aware that it might not work for you. I'm talking in ideals here people!
- Contest: Using any of the above ideas or combination thereof, you can make a contest for the best Godzilla haiku. Teens are competitive. Having a prize at the end of the haiku tunnel might help some reluctant poets enter the mix.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Resurrection Day is a Dangerous Day
After talking with a new librarian friend I put my finger on the various components that make up the disconnect which I will get to as I start blogging again, but the number one theme has been that once I settled into my job I reached my goal. Library school, internships, paraprofessional work and student run organizations leadership roles were all cogs to get me here and once here, I had nothing greater than what I already had to strive for. There is a bit of a glass ceiling with teen librarianship and as someone that finds intrinsic motivation from training for the next thing I find it unsettling. Or boring. Ok... mostly boring. I filled my free time falling further and further down the roller derby rabbit hole and haven't looked back to the idealistic days of grad school when my entire being was defined by the word librarian. Until now.
At some point I gave up the thought of library blogging and decided to whip up my own indie craft blog instead, only to find that blog became some sort of hybrid mindful meditation blog mixed with fashion blogging. ::shrug:: Much as I would like to place my focus there, I found myself wanting to contribute to the librarian community more and more. I attempted to find room for it on that blog, but as someone with a Master's in organizing information it really didn't make any logical sense. So. I'm back bitches.
*Zombie teen and zombie teen's mom are totes cool with my posting this image, in case anyone wants to get uppity about sharing the image and likeness of the minors you work with. kthnxby
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Librarians make me giggle.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Twittle Dee

Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Libraries = Opportunities

Wednesday, March 31, 2010
STAC it up: Teen Advisory Councils
I have touched on my experiences with my former library's TAG group on this blog before but I never realized how much work my predecessor had to put in to create the group in the first place. Upon starting at Suffern, I've found this massive library that has all kinds of programs and groups does not have an advisory council of any sort in place. Well OBVIOUSLY I need to correct that, and thus the Suffern Teen Advisory Council was born (STAC for short).Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Booktalks
I'm looking to build up the short list of my go-to books as they're all getting checked out slowly but surely. What will I do when they're all off the shelf? Rely on you, that's what! Leave a message in the comments about which books you think should be included because only one book on the list below is checked in.
The List (thus far, as I remember it):
- The Hunger Games -- Suzanne Collins (duh)
- Marcello in the Real World -- Francisco X. Stork
- Alice, I Think -- Susan Juby
- The Mortal Instruments series -- Cassandra Clare
- All Alone in the Universe -- Lynne Rae Perkins
- Ordinary Ghosts -- Eireann Corrigan
- Hold Still -- Nina LaCour
The list also includes books that sell themselves due to popularity amongst teens or their connection to a movie (such as Inkheart).
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Teen Tech Week: Facebook fanpage flyer
So in honor of Teen Tech Week I have a large format jpeg of the promotional flyer I made up for the fanpage (sans library name, of course!):
Monday, March 1, 2010
Thaw out!
Meet Ruth. She doesn't know if she wants to carry on living or not, and she gives herself three months to decide. Her diary is my novel, Thaw, and you can read it for FREE, beginning today.
Why am I giving a novel away for free? Because I am a writer, and I want to share my characters and their stories with as many people as possible. And maybe, if you enjoy it, you might want to read more of my books.
Become a follower of the blog page now. Follow on Twitter. Join the Facebook page. Forward this email to your novel-reading friends. Thank you.
Over to Ruth.
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These hands are ninety-three years old. They belong to Charlotte Marie Bradley Miller. She was so frail that her grand-daughter had to carry her onto the set to take this photo. It's a close-up. Her emaciated arms emerge from the top corners of the photo and the background is black, maybe velvet, as if we're being protected from seeing the strings. One wrist rests on the other, and her fingers hang loose, close together, a pair of folded wings. And you can see her insides.
The bones of her knuckles bulge out of the skin, which sags like plastic that has melted in the sun and is dripping off her, wrinkling and folding. Her veins look as though they're stuck to the outside of her hands. They're a colour that's difficult to describe: blue, but also silver, green; her blood runs through them, close to the surface. The book says she died shortly after they took this picture. Did she even get to see it? Maybe it was the last beautiful thing she left in the world.
I'm trying to decide whether or not I want to carry on living. I'm giving myself three months of this journal to decide. You might think that sounds melodramatic, but I don't think I'm alone in wondering whether it's all worth it. I've seen the look in people's eyes. Stiff suits travelling to work, morning after morning, on the cramped and humid tube. Tarted-up girls and gangs of boys reeking of aftershave, reeling on the pavements on a Friday night, trying to mop up the dreariness of their week with one desperate, fake-happy night. I've heard the weary grief in my dad's voice.
So where do I start with all this? What do you want to know about me? I'm Ruth White, thirty-two years old, going on a hundred. I live alone with no boyfriend and no cat in a tiny flat in central London. In fact, I had a non-relationship with a man at work, Dan, for seven years. I'm sitting in my bedroom-cum-living room right now, looking up every so often at the thin rain slanting across a flat grey sky. I work in a city hospital lab as a microbiologist. My dad is an accountant and lives with his sensible second wife Julie, in a sensible second home. Mother finished dying when I was fourteen, three years after her first diagnosis. What else? What else is there?
Charlotte Marie Bradley Miller. I looked at her hands for twelve minutes. It was odd describing what I was seeing in words. Usually the picture just sits inside my head and I swish it around like tasting wine. I have huge books all over my flat - books you have to take in both hands to lift. I've had the photo habit for years. Mother bought me my first book, black and white landscapes by Ansel Adams. When she got really ill, I used to take it to bed with me and look at it for hours, concentrating on the huge trees, the still water, the never-ending skies. I suppose it helped me think about something other than what was happening. I learned to focus on one photo at a time rather than flicking from scene to scene in search of something to hold me. If I concentrate, then everything stands still. Although I use them to escape the world, I also think they bring me closer to it. I've still got that book. When I take it out, I handle the pages as though they might flake into dust.
Mother used to write a journal. When I was small, I sat by her bed in the early mornings on a hard chair and looked at her face as her pen spat out sentences in short bursts. I imagined what she might have been writing about - princesses dressed in star-patterned silk, talking horses, adventures with pirates. More likely she was writing about what she was going to cook for dinner and how irritating Dad's snoring was.
I've always wanted to write my own journal, and this is my chance. Maybe my last chance. The idea is that every night for three months, I'll take one of these heavy sheets of pure white paper, rough under my fingertips, and fill it up on both sides. If my suicide note is nearly a hundred pages long, then no-one can accuse me of not thinking it through. No-one can say, 'It makes no sense; she was a polite, cheerful girl, had everything to live for,' before adding that I did keep myself to myself. It'll all be here. I'm using a silver fountain pen with purple ink. A bit flamboyant for me, I know. I need these idiosyncratic rituals; they hold things in place. Like the way I make tea, squeezing the tea-bag three times, the exact amount of milk, seven stirs. My writing is small and neat; I'm striping the paper. I'm near the bottom of the page now. Only ninety-one more days to go before I'm allowed to make my decision. That's it for today. It's begun.
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Fiona Robyn
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Make Waves: Sea Glass Candy Recipe
Those of you looking for aquatic themed activities for your library this summer might want to check out Not So Humble Pie's Sea Glass Candy recipe. As far as equipment goes you only need a stove-top (or hot plate), a sauce pan, candy thermometer metal pan and a mallet. If you can muster those items up--not to mention the limited ingredients--you should definitely consider this for your summer reading program because it looks like it is going to be a smash. ... Sorry--I had to. (Thanks Craftzine!)
Monday, February 22, 2010
A personal announcement
It's my first full-time job ever and I'm quite excited. I'm really nervous, too. I'm leaving a part-time position that I have grown to love and don't quite know what is going to happen with that particular library once I leave. In between putting together resources for my successor and preparing materials for my first project at my new library I have been far too exhausted when I finally had free time to blog. I'm sorry. But the moment I've been waiting for is almost here!! I start March 1st. :D
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Hold the flipping phone!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
DIY for you

Friday, February 5, 2010
Ello!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
This just in!
I'll let that sink in for a bit. ::pause:: Okay, okay he doesn't really because he's "fictional" and as many people have tried to address with me, fictional "beings" can't do anything outside of their books/tv/whatever. BUT... imagine if he did. Wouldn't it look a little something like... this:
Eh? Eh? Okay. I have to clue you in. I recently went out to dinner with one of my bffs Sara and we spent at least twenty minutes debating what sort of secret, mundane activity the Dark Lord does in his spare time after we reminiced about the depiction of Edward Cullen in Growing Up Cullens* and settled on the moste anciente and noble art of scrapbooking.
Do you think Voldemort scrapbooks (or in this case, Scrapblogs)? No? What do you think he does? How about another kid/ya lit character? What are the secret lives of fictional beings?
*If you've never read Growing Up Cullens, get on that. You think you know Twilight, but you have no idea. That is the diary of their awesome lives.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Poetry Friday
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Walking is tough, but moving is profane.
Why stir when there’s so much sitting to do?
Hell, I’m too lazy to make a second refrain.
I don’t defend myself much, it’s not worth the pain
Of opening my jaw only to argue:
Talking is tough, but moving is profane.
I plop down more than pigeons spew white rain
For laying down feels better than sex used to.
Hell, I’m too lazy to make a second refrain.
I had a crush once, he had some sexy brains;
But he never called and I was never one to woo:
Stalking is tough, but moving is profane.
I once watched a three hour infomercial for Rogaine
Since a two-cushion-remote-stretch was too much ado.
Hell, I’m too lazy to make a second refrain.
I look upon marathons with utmost disdain,
For why run when there’s so much sitting to do?
Walking is tough, but moving is profane.
Hell, I’m too lazy to make a second refrain.













