“I want to tell you with my last breath that I have always loved you.”
~from “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon”
One of the nicest things happened to me yesterday, which has nothing much to do with writing…except it sort of does, in a really round-about way…
One class of my high school students discovered the library I keep in the corner of my classroom. (We’ll ignore the fact that they’ve been sitting in this classroom for 12 weeks now. They don’t ever notice something until they’re ready to.) Anyway, I have a crazy collection of books, mostly used PB but a few hardcover, that range from my own leftover college texts to classics to YA to best-sellers and really, anything I pick up at a library book sale or a used book store or the occasional splurge at Border’s.
Yesterday they had a few extra minutes at the end of class, and when one of them asked if they were “allowed to” borrow the books, and I said yes, half of them headed straight for the corner. Let me tell you, there are very few things more heart-warming to see than a group of teenagers huddled around a bookshelf talking about which ones they’ve read and which ones they want to.
At the end of class, about 10 books traveled out the door. Part of me doesn’t even care if I ever see them again.
Hooray! The love of reading and of appreciating good writing may not be entirely dead!