This book was recommended to me by a colleague last year as a title to add to our school library collection. I had heard about this book in the past--This book was recommended to me by a colleague last year as a title to add to our school library collection. I had heard about this book in the past--and copies of it were present as centerpieces of my friend's wedding in Savannah--but I had always assumed it was an antiquated piece of classic literature. I had no idea until purchasing it for the library that it was not only published in the 90s but it's also *non-fiction.*
I loved this book because it exemplifies the "truth is stranger than fiction" idiom. The characters (aka: real people) in this book are quirky, hilarious, and unforgettable. Made me want to revisit Savannah and check out the Mercer House.
Loved this graphic memoir, which includes anecdotes of Lucy's life fueled by taste memories and illustrated recipes that conclude each chapter. Also eLoved this graphic memoir, which includes anecdotes of Lucy's life fueled by taste memories and illustrated recipes that conclude each chapter. Also enjoyed the real-life photographs at the end of the book, which inspired a lot of her drawings. Highly recommended for those interested in the culinary world, Chicago and NYC's food scene, farming, and cooking/baking....more
This new graphic novel was recommended by the wonderful Gary Anderson, which I immediately ordered for my school's library collection.
Seeing the imagThis new graphic novel was recommended by the wonderful Gary Anderson, which I immediately ordered for my school's library collection.
Seeing the images in this book and reading the sparse yet powerful text, some of which calls us to look at the people we vote into power, made me re-feel all the helplessness and devastation I felt 10 years ago after having been in New Orleans mere days before the hurricane hit and subsequently deciding to move there.
The following is copied from my blog post from 5 years ago:
"I moved to New York City two weeks before 9/11. I moved to Madrid two months before 3/11. I did not experience Hurricane Katrina first-hand, however I had been in New Orleans for the first time mere days before the city drowned, and had planned on moving down there two weeks after my visit, having no idea the destruction that was brewing in the Gulf. It was August, 2005 and I had just returned from a three-week cross-country roadtrip with my best friend, Shawna, after graduating from college in May. My dad offered to take me with him to New Orleans, since I still didn't have a job lined up and I jumped at the chance. While my dad spent four days holed up in an air-conditioned basement of our hotel for work-related conferences, I spent my time getting acquainted with my surroundings, enjoying my solo exploration of a city I fell in love with instantly. A few activities involved hanging out with strangers. I went on a plantation tour and a swamp tour. The rest of the time I did a lot of wandering, listening and reflecting. I even found a photo studio that had a "Help Wanted" sign in the window. I took one of their business cards and silently vowed to myself that if I did not find a job within two weeks of returning to Chicago, I was going to pack my belongings and move down to N.O.L.A. to start a new life. Instead, I spent the next two weeks horrified by the media coverage of that same city drowning, my heart breaking once again for everyone in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Last night I sat staring at Brian Williams on the T.V. He was recalling his experience covering the wreckage in New Orleans five years ago. I cried through the entire broadcast. I cried remembering how all I did was cry every time I turned on the T.V. five years ago. I cried at the images: both heroic and despicable. I cried for all the homeless dogs they showed paddling around in the flood waters looking for their owners. I cried for our ex-President's lack of help. "I was listening to the local radio in New Orleans. The president of the United States was visiting and he was on the ground and holding a press availability. And I remember the local radio anchor saying, 'We're not going to carry it because there is nothing he has to say that will help us,'" Williams recalled. I cried because our country has now spent TRILLIONS of dollars on a war overseas where people on all sides are being killed left and right, and here, in our own country, we couldn't put that money and relentless "effort" towards people in need. It's appallingly sad."...more
A girl I went to elementary school with was deaf and used hearing aids. I remember hearing faint wind chimes in the summer and wondering, "Are those KA girl I went to elementary school with was deaf and used hearing aids. I remember hearing faint wind chimes in the summer and wondering, "Are those K's hearing aids?" I remember watching "All Dogs Go To Heaven" with her and her sister (who was also deaf) and being curious about learning sign language so that I could communicate with people who couldn't hear. Finally in college, when I had free reign to take any class imaginable, I enrolled in American Sign Language. The new language came easily to me, and I continued studying it throughout my college career, attending Deaf community events to practice.
During my student teaching placement at Hinsdale South H.S. I learned that they were the hub for Deaf students in the suburban area, so when they found out I knew ASL (although at that point my skills were a bit rusty), I was asked to assist when classes came in to the library. The looks on those kids' faces when they realized I knew some sign language were priceless. You seemed to light up when someone outside of their assigned teachers was able to communicate with them, even if it was something as simple as asking if they liked the book they had just returned.
I've maintained throughout the years that everyone should learn at least basic ASL (btw, also my initials) because not only could you communicate with people who are deaf, but it would also come in handy on the road when you need to signal to someone that for instance their brake lights are out or something is dragging off their car.
So I was immediately drawn to this book for obvious reasons. This graphic novel memoir is great because it's a colorful representation about the author, Cece Bell's, real life after losing her hearing due to a childhood illness and about the superhero she created called El Deafo. She encounters all the typical personalities--curious, kind, cruel, mocking--and ultimately ends up the hero in the end after some classroom shenanigans.
The most important lesson learned is summed up in the last sentence of the Author's Note at the back of the book: "Our differences are our superpowers."...more
I obviously freaked out when I saw this book in the kid's section at B&N yesterday. A pug was my first friend, and I've lived with pugs my whole lI obviously freaked out when I saw this book in the kid's section at B&N yesterday. A pug was my first friend, and I've lived with pugs my whole life. I befriended a pig earlier this month and now want one of those as a pet as well. The illustrations in this book are adorable; the "story" is a bit lackluster, mostly focusing on the similarities between the words "pug" and "pig"...another picture book where I looked at my mom midway through and said, "Why didn't I write this at any point in the last 25 years?"...more
I received a free copy of this book at ALA midwinter back in January. I found it interesting to read a book from the point of view of a father, the chI received a free copy of this book at ALA midwinter back in January. I found it interesting to read a book from the point of view of a father, the chapters alternating from present day during which an emergency unfolds at the local high school, and past snippets of his life...meeting his wife, marriage before kids, how having kids evolves that relationship with your spouse...all intertwined with a fictional story that will keep you on your toes and leave you full of polarizing feelings in the end....more
If you love Jim Gaffigan, as I do, do yourself a favor and listen to the audio version of this book. His self-deprecating voice livens up all of his oIf you love Jim Gaffigan, as I do, do yourself a favor and listen to the audio version of this book. His self-deprecating voice livens up all of his opinions in a way only Jim is capable of doing. The only bummer is that I only listened to it while driving, so I didn't get a chance to jot down any of my favorite parts/one-liners. ...more