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
    way through.

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
    Kimple-Schroeder.”
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
    fat.
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
    my PalmPilot.

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
    beings

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.

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