Here are the books of winter. In the coldest of months they were cuddled, read, and loved.
Hopefully the spring books won’t be burdened by winter’s cold clutch, but so far there has been nothing to provide proof for that. New York is a frozen tundra and on the first day of Spring we had snow. Let’s hope it turn out much better, much sooner.
83. The Restaurant at the End of the Universe by Douglas Adams
84. Scary Mary by S.A. Hunter
85. The Pearl by John Steinbeck
86. Beautiful Creatures by Kami Garcia and Margaret Stohl
87. How Did You Get This Number by Sloane Crosley
88. Everyday by David Levithan
89. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
90. Beauty’s Release by Anne Rice
91. The Wasteland and other Poems by T.S. Elliot
92. Men Without Women by Earnest Hemingway
93. Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi
94. Anne Frank: The Authorized Graphic Biography by Sid Jacobson and Ernie Colon
95. Animal Farm by George Orwell
96. Queen of Babble in the Big City by Meg Cabot
97. I was Told There’d Be Cake by Sloane Crosley
98. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
99. Queen of Babble Gets Hitched by Meg Cabot
100. The Colossus and Other Poems by Sylvia Plath
102. Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
103. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
104. Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
105. Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli
107. Plath Poems selected by Diane Wood Middlebrook
108.Through The Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll
109. Love, Stargirl by Jerry Spinelli
110. The Future of Us by Jay Asher and Carolyn Mackler
111. My Friend Dahmer by Derf Backderf
112. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
113. Life, the Universe and Everything by Douglas Adams
114. The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells
As of recently my weeks have been at Peeps in the microwave level of excitement. Between making new contacts and my dear friend ZestyAnnie helping in this search, the atmosphere of potential opportunities has me clinging to my worn A.P. style book like a baby to its security blanket.
Could change be in the air for this fresh-faced journalist? Could one conference really change everything?
With an opportunity like the SAJA conference I get to strut my stuff in an arena where NYTimes, CNN, Associated Press, NBC, Boston Globe, CBS, Bloomberg and other big name companies will be listening. Its a chance for numerous conclusions.
It’s possible that I could be swept away in the media blitz and my own over-the-top dreaming. But it is also possible that I could walk away with a handful of contacts and a window into this crazy j-business, that is if I don’t float away in the crowds first like Aunt Marge out of the Dursley’s living room.
To keep my feet on the ground and focused on the facts, a journalism approved scale of realism, I’m going to spend the week studying; that’s right, studying. My undergrad days may be behind me, but this mind needs to be in tip-top shape to face-off at the conference.
Refreshing A.P. style is only the tip of newspaper clippings pile. Additions will also be made to my weekly readings to improve my readiness for a journalistic throw-down.
Today’s focus will be to start reading the A.P. style book from A through E and to finish the great epic that is Moby-Duck. Each day of personal achievement will be documented like a good penal code and shall include a rushing flash flood of new information for digestion. With any luck it will keep me on my toes long enough to get noticed at the conference.
This is day one and I’m unstoppable.