Ashley Nelson - Bowling Green, OH (USA):
This is the book donated in memory of my grandpa. A story
about farming. The story of his life.
This book sits next to my bed. A gift from my coach,
it is full of inspirational quotes for when I need a little
pick me up.
This book is a catalog of course descriptions. Over five hundred
pages long, it holds the path of my future. An important
book indeed.
This book made me laugh, this book made me cry, this book
made me bite my nails, this book made me angry . .
.
This book I read in the car on the way to vacation.
With the aid of a flashlight I was taken from the
boring backseat of the car and placed into a world of excitement
and adventure.
Nellie Wong - San Francisco, California (USA):
This book is my midnight caller. No pumpkin drops in, no handsome
prince.
I entice my midnight caller with a bowl of rice noodles steaming
with green onions, a bit of cha sieu.
Now everyone wants a part of the action, even the ghosts, the
skeletons, voices that were previously silenced.
This book loves to sit at round tables, suspicious of hard edges
and diners facing blank walls.
Ma and Bah Bah would have loved this book, its cover facing
his seven children who write and paint and talk story of Chinese
America.
Alfred J Bruey - Jackson, MI (USA):
This book is this book what is this book that is this
book or is it this book the book that is this book
that may have been written by Gertrude Stein or more likely one
of her imitators.
This book was published after the movie became a great success so
now it is logical for movie-haters to say that they'll wait until
the book comes out.
This book was written with a quill pen so there are a
lot of mistakes because the typesetter was unable to read it because
of the large ink splotches for which quill pens were famous.
This book wishes it were a comic book instaed of a book
on reincarnation but since it believes in reincarnation it knows it has
a chance of being a comic book in some future life.
This book is really a computer disguised as a book. Downstairs in
the reference room there is a book disguised as a computer. Things
are not always as they seem in this library.
Jennifer Eberhardt - bowling Green, Ohio (USA):
This is the book that made me cry
this book made me remember the the glorious times of childhood
This is the book that made me urge to be more than
just normal
This is the book we read together all those nights
and now it sits dusty along the shelf with the others
Sarolina Shen Chang - Canton, Michigan (USA):
This book is the little brick that started The Great Wall.
This book is the eagle that perches on The Great Wall reviewing
its empire.
This book is the little boy who is climbing to the top
of The Great Wall.
This book is the wind that has blown over The Great Wall
since Qin Dynasty.
This book is the torchlight that warned the coming of the enemy
from the North.
Beth Vetrano - Red Bank, NJ (USA):
This book is a crow's wing, gliding past the moon
This book is a grain of sand in a bottle
This book tastes like Mrs. Wagner's Pies
This book has words on the outside of its feelings
This book is not one bottle cap on the floor but many
Dave Gladney - New Brunswick, New Jersey (USA):
This is the book that taught how to read--REALLY read.
This book is useless, except for propping up the leg of my
desk
This book made me scared to sleep with my closet door open
at night.
This is the book that I read when all I wanted to
do was die.
This book is full of sappy love stories. I 've read
it more than any other book I own.
Paul Wellons - Charlottesville, Virginia (USA):
This is the book of imaginary beings.
It contains Borges' moving and vivid accounts of dragons, faeries and the
jinn.
-soon ten years will have passed since I last heard her voice-
I was almost surprised not to find her in it.
This is the book of Tatyana Larina
Randall Jarrell wrote that we would not even scan our libraries for
her name,
And he considered this a tragedy.
I am relieved her name will appear in this library.
Nita Spittel - maple ridge, (Canada):
This book was kind. It saw I had lost my way in
the meandering stream of cold water. It wraps its pages on my
frigid frame, takes me by the hand and walks me to the
water's edge where the sun shines warmly between giant tree shadows.
And then like ghost it melted into the deepening fog with its
pair of angel's wings.
I could have sworn I heard it say "thank you".
Now, isn't that strange? A kind book, a dense forest , a
cold stream and a brush with death and all I could hear
Is the reticent presence of empty space!
Katherine Borghardt - Ottawa, KS (USA):
We make our selections on a daily basis
(give us this day our daily poetry)
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