Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
My books happen. They tend to blast in from nowhere, seize me by the throat, and howl ‘Write me! Write me now!’ But they rarely stand still long enough for me to see what and who they are, before they hurtle away again. And so I spend a lot of time running after them, like a thrown rider after an escaped horse, saying ‘Wait for me! Wait for me!’ and waving my notebook in the air. Robin McKinley (via planb-becomeapirate)
Sunday, May 20, 2012

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Tuesday, May 15, 2012

That awesome moment when you’re the first person to open a library book.

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Saturday, May 12, 2012
teachingliteracy:

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Friday, May 11, 2012
‘She ain’t my girl,’ I say, low.
‘What?’ Doctor Snow says.
‘What?’ Viola says.
‘She’s her own girl,’ I say. ‘She don’t belong to anyone.’
The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness (via allshallfade)