Amy Miller - Burlingame, CA (USA):
When I was ten, this book made me think that Earth was
not the only option.
This book should wear more lipstick and go to better parties.
Kady - Prairie Village, Kansas (USA):
This book described human emotion in words that any human could not
even begin to fathom.
This book kept me hooked until the very last page.
This book was from Oprah's Book Club list.
This book was so busy, I thought I was going to have
an anxiety attack.
This book was one of the few books I've read all the
Kevin W. Grossman - Santa Cruz, CA (USA):
This book described in detail the alleged events of September 18, 1981.
Sometime around 10:15 p.m. that evening I had supposedly been sitting in
my hometown McDonalds ravaging a Big Mac, large fries and coke, while
bragging loudly to my fellow freshmen football cronies about gettin’ naked and
doin’ it with Linda Kimple late one night in August when she
had been babysitting the little Souza boy who lived on Whitendale.
This book described us as “faux men with little hands in laps
wrestling adolescent erections.”
Linda had supposedly been sitting behind us with her cheerleading sister clique,
giggling about so-and-so and did-you-know when she overheard my brazen claim.
She got up quickly, spilling her Sprite on the table, her face
sizzle red, her friends silent, my friends silent, Sprite dripping onto the
floor. She walked over to where I sat, I turned to
look up, and she slapped me across the face spitting “You Sonofabitch!”
I had forgotten about this book until being recently scorned by an
unrelated betrayal of confidence. I decided to visit my hometown library
to seek out this mythic book of lies. Walking towards the
information/checkout counter, I stopped to feast on the lovely bottom in tight
black Capri pants filing cards into a large stack of books.
When she turned, I recognized her immediately. Her nametag read “Linda
Her face revealed no recognition – probably my beard, my gray, and
the past. Instead, I decided to ask her where I would
find “Living, Loving and Learning” by Leo Buscaglia and “Outrageous Acts and
Everyday Rebellions” by Gloria Steinem. She wasn’t amused.
Katherine Borghardt - Ottawa, KS (USA):
This small, thin book, softly colored with pastel drawings of women
and girls, given as a substitute for the conversations that never took
place between mother and daughter,spoke volumes,
but never enunciated the finer points.
Ellen Perry - Berkeley, CA (USA):
This book omits nothing. I am learning it by heart.
You can't tell this book by its cover.
This book--and the 29 others in the series--kept me company while everyone
else couldn't be bothered.
When I open this book, out fall leaves I pressed between poems.
This book, with its Rules of Conduct . . . none that
will save me. I continue to read.
Peg Duthie - Nashville, TN (USA):
This book claims there's something in the Michigan water. I brought
it with me from Detroit.
This book is sharp enough to slice a noose, but that means
it can't do a thing about rattlesnake venom.
This book will thicken blood faster than a roux.
This book can out-honk an angry goose.
This book is an excommunicated calendar. You should read what it
has to say about those far-from-innocent Innocents.
This book gets carried away too easily - but it also always
manages to find its way back.
This book tastes more powdery than a cheap antacid. Urgggh!
The cover of this book was crafted out of a rain-ruined chuppah.
This book is so hot it shorted every microphone in Manhattan.
They had to cancel RENT.
This book is more silken than a red pepper roasted in duck
I should have started sharing my books twelve days ago. You'll
forgive me for wanting to show-off-and-tell some more?
But, of course, what I really want to show you are the
books I don't yet have. Those would be the books I've
yet to make and to write.
This book is stained with turtle spit and rabbit spunk. I
can't decide whether to read it slowly because I'll only be able
to stand reading through it once, or if I should just race
through it to get it over with. Either way I'll be
rinsing my hands for days.
This book was dedicated to Pontius Pilate. It's shelved next to
the libretto of Jesus Christ Superstar.
I really ought to sell this book, everything in it is on
elisabeth - leawood, kansas (USA):
This book is ancient written by many wise men
Yet it grants peace and comfort to myself and others
It is writen to keep us from evil and all sin
It teaches moral and to love your sisters and brothers
Read it and feel the grace and mercy He sheds for all
David Smith - Leawood, KS, Kansas (USA):
I read this book for getting my head chopped off, I read
this one for a little boys passion.
I don't even want to know what books I dream about in
my own bed.
I open this book and a lead stone from a catapult gets
loosed towards my head which I dread.
I open this book to find a handsome young knight riding a
horse, we hope he won't be dead
I open this book to find a fiend speaking riddles like "How
much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could
chuck wood," he said.
Evie Shockley - Windsor, Vermont (USA):
this book taught an enslaved orator to speak freely.
this book of poems was written in massachusetts, by a girl born
in africa, and published in england: eighteenth-century multiculturalism.
this book bore a large picture of a black man on the
front and a small photo of a white man on the back.
many people judged it by its covers. they were right, coincidentally.
this book would be startled to find me inhabiting its heroine's pink-cheeked,
lace-encased body, in stammering love with the handsome young officer in her
majesty's navy -- startled, but glad.