tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68245193411524391432024-03-13T01:56:54.923-04:00Smalltown BookwormJenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-62624433779388798382024-02-14T13:18:00.002-05:002024-02-14T13:18:42.794-05:00Speed Friending - Anti Valentine's Day Program<p>February 13th is "Pal-entine's Day" and also "Gal-entine's Day." Both are an anti-Valentine's Day kind of celebration. All about platonic love. For our friends and for our girl-friends, respectively. I decided to try a new program: Speed Friending. Details and free resources below!</p><span></span><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br /></p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Who:</h2><div>The program was for adults only. Most of the folks who attended were in the 30 to 45 range. Although it was open to any adults.</div><h2 style="text-align: left;">What:</h2><p>Speed Friending is a speed networking style event. Similar to speed dating, but the focus is on making friends. Rapid fire rounds that encourage each participant to meet with all other participants. </p><h2 style="text-align: left;">When:</h2><p>I scheduled the event for a weekday evening. Fortunately was able to have it on February 13th. Our library is open until 7pm during the week, so I scheduled the program from 5:30 to 6:30. We actually went over and were going until 7 on the dot!</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Where:</h2><div>I used our largest meeting room in a building separate from the main library. This allowed me to set things up ahead of time, but also to allow for noise. I created a Spotify playlist and played at a low volume for the event. (<a href="https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3dUeP9OSecZ6K5JCKxWEcn?si=d3cc204722d14f5c" target="_blank">Playlist available here</a>).</div><h2 style="text-align: left;">How:</h2><div>I set up two long rows of tables, 20 seats in each row (10 per side). Seating for 40 total. This was my first program like this, so I needed to figure out how many seats to do and this allowed us to easily pull over more chairs if needed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2YUva20wD8xMBf6_LV2ZH1tLe5yFgHTW9eQNtpBQ70_fzcQNe6dTDtMJwptIjm3PFEktyceSlguu_4_Cld99tYnU4aOFQc2jnFaXl7f7KUvVeOVW2sDIgcOj-6mVJtxE6weGYMwbCfFpCiDZzSTYtDOgJdauK0Qa1N-PXl6sbYpX5825PiFaGawBAkYlC/s2000/Conversation%20Starters.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Conversation Starter Cards" border="0" data-original-height="1545" data-original-width="2000" height="247" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2YUva20wD8xMBf6_LV2ZH1tLe5yFgHTW9eQNtpBQ70_fzcQNe6dTDtMJwptIjm3PFEktyceSlguu_4_Cld99tYnU4aOFQc2jnFaXl7f7KUvVeOVW2sDIgcOj-6mVJtxE6weGYMwbCfFpCiDZzSTYtDOgJdauK0Qa1N-PXl6sbYpX5825PiFaGawBAkYlC/w320-h247/Conversation%20Starters.png" title="Conversation Starter Cards" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>On each table, I had markers, pencils, and Conversation Starter cards (<a href="https://www.canva.com/design/DAF8l3uvnTY/JKli_WL2IILuDAGifG4ryA/edit?utm_content=DAF8l3uvnTY&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton" target="_blank">link to make a copy and print here</a>). I spread these down the table, so each seat would have easy access. There are several pages of Conversation Starter cards. I'd recommend printing one-sided and laying them face up on the table. Our folks kept finding new questions to ask each other all through the evening.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YXaKJNkW9nxHLdNVOXWmUpkOmkiTZaHjtkDQsoGNR8mOGHaxZGk0q3Nke6S3FMPCg0HEGdxtgCNTFs6gMQFzcxl5uxrUAiv7mdA1YC-SRkCyAIpCUF62WssxnWDCWzNLPu0k2RBtRt9QXoHUx-kNKHrUrL5q3k3L_KZ4-BcTbSep5eQo1l_bsU3qdDsU/s2000/BINGO%20-%20Speed%20Friending.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Friend Bingo Card" border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1545" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YXaKJNkW9nxHLdNVOXWmUpkOmkiTZaHjtkDQsoGNR8mOGHaxZGk0q3Nke6S3FMPCg0HEGdxtgCNTFs6gMQFzcxl5uxrUAiv7mdA1YC-SRkCyAIpCUF62WssxnWDCWzNLPu0k2RBtRt9QXoHUx-kNKHrUrL5q3k3L_KZ4-BcTbSep5eQo1l_bsU3qdDsU/w247-h320/BINGO%20-%20Speed%20Friending.png" title="Friend Bingo Card" width="247" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>At each seat, I placed a "Hello my name is" name tag and a Bingo sheet (<a href="https://www.canva.com/design/DAF8n7rhD8I/veoJB6xTAEfD6VQGVqHukw/edit?utm_content=DAF8n7rhD8I&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton" target="_blank">link to make a copy and print here</a>). The Bingo sheets encouraged conversation, as the participants were motivated to get a bingo. Since we had a smaller group, one participant could be used for multiple spots on the card.</div><div><br /></div><div>We went with one fixed seat that did not rotate and then all other seats rotated clockwise. This got every participant to meet everyone else. A bigger group using both rows of tables would have also worked that way with one fixed seat, it would just need a little more direction. I had arrows printed out on each table to show the direction for rotation. <a href="https://www.canva.com/design/DAF8sCunmYA/_r1U-jjyObUr791PEM1M2Q/edit?utm_content=DAF8sCunmYA&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton" target="_blank">These are the arrows I used</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was helpful to announce when the rotation would be happening about 1 minute before the actual rotation. This allowed folks to wrap up their current conversation rather than abruptly move. Since we had a smaller group, we were able to have 10-minute rotations. I'd recommend not using a timer on a big screen because then you don't have room to make adjustments if needed. By being the timekeeper, I was able to lengthen or shorten rounds as needed. </div><div><br /></div><div>I had one table set up with a curated book selection. Subjects such as finding friends, being a better friend, overcoming loneliness etc. Also a table with light refreshments. Coffee, water, and cookies.</div><h2 style="text-align: left;">Debrief & Hindsight:</h2><div>I think this program was a lot of fun. The group we had turned out, were naturals. The Bingo card helped a lot with the conversation but also the personalities meshed really really well. In the future, I'd make a few adjustments to help it flow better and help the turnout be larger. I plan to have a book display up within the library for 2 weeks prior to the event with a flyer announcing and describing the event to create interest.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, for the social media posts I'm going to ask our marketing team to go with an actual photo rather than using a clipart-style graphic. I think seeing actual real faces in the post will help folks connect more personally and be more interested in attending. I may also attempt a straight networking style program in the fall, with a focus on career but with a very similar setup. Overall I feel the program was successful. Our folks lingered after I wrapped up the program and everyone had rotated, just to chat!</div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Have you ever hosted a speed friending program? Any tips for others?</h3>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-15371618023092118872024-01-03T09:12:00.001-05:002024-01-03T09:12:00.141-05:00Creative Fiction: A Thread Runs Through It (Folklore)<p> This piece is creative fiction inspired by folklore. Specifically about witches as folk saw them to be. I wrote this for Creative Writing class at Columbus State. Someday I'd like to consider getting it published. I really love this piece...</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><h2 style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">A Thread Runs Through It</span></h2><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The early settlers of Ohio lived in mortal terror of the superstitions they brought from their home countries. It was especially so in the southern Ohio valley, where only stretches of hilly, fertile farmland connected one neighbor with the next. A place where the fog came in early and stayed far too late, as if to shroud both man and beast for an early grave. From that fear and loneliness sprung tales of peculiar warning. This is one such tale.</span></p><p><b id="docs-internal-guid-04b6dfa8-7fff-78a6-b8dc-1c08b3c11af7" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The day started out well enough. The animals had been fed, eggs collected and the cow milked before the fog was as thin as the stew. It was a time of sweat and blood. Good luck was uncommon but often sought. So when good luck happened upon the Bowen family farm, there was a celebration to be had. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The morning chores were interrupted with a gasp from Mrs Bowen when she peered into the barn stall. She had kept close watch on the mare for weeks but in the usual hustle of the morning she had missed the foaling. Or should we say foalings? For to her chagrin, there was not one foal but two nursing on their attentive and bright-eyed mother.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Twin foals. Twin foals! What luck that would mean for the Bowen farm. Surely there would be a bountiful harvest and fair weather with no drought or blight. Possibly a healthier flock of chickens, unlike times before.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Mrs Bowen had done her duty to ensure the household was protected from bad luck. She had readied many a ward to keep away the evil spirits, the purveyors of bad luck. There was a horseshoe hung over the barn door. Spilled salt was often thrown over shoulders. And in her pocket, she carried a luck bone, worn thin in the middle from chronic fondling. Maybe it was the luck bone that had done the trick.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The farm was abuzz with the new little lives. The foals and their mother were quickly cared for. A stall was laid with fresh straw for comfort as they got acquainted. Fresh corn and grain were heaped in the trough. Mrs Bowen even caught herself gazing adoringly at the trio before she made her way back to the homestead. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The stew would not be thin this day. It would not be translucent and weak. No. This day would be for celebration. Her family would eat well. She scoured the root cellar and garden for morsels and scraps. Then to the loft to scrape together enough flour to make dumplings. It would be a fine stew this day.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">On the horizon, far enough away that the road was like thread stitched into the hills, a figure approached. A dark and slow-moving shape, just out of focus.</span></p><p><b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">In these times, visitors on foot were not a rare sight. They would come bearing stories to tell or wares to sell. Often welcomed with a cup of coffee and a seat in the shade, because the valley was lonely after all. Although it’s important to note that their stay was only long enough to share a tale and to catch their breath.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Mrs Bowen toiled away in the kitchen. She chopped and peeled and scooped until a not-quite-thick, not-quite-thin stew filled the pot over the hearth. She returned to the porch to rest while it warmed and perfumed the air. The rocking of her chair slowed as she noticed the approaching figure.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">It was a woman, clad in black, the wrinkles in her forehead as deep as the wrinkles in her skirt, with a mop of black hair gathered atop her head like a nest. She approached the homestead with unusual vigor and purpose which not so much as unsettled Mrs Bowen as it did surprise her.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Another surprise this day?</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The visitor was a palmist. Able to decipher meanings from the intricate lines in the palm of one hand. She could see into the future and the heart of an individual by ogling the crisscrossing creases and crevices. She offered her skill to Mrs Bowen as the smell of the stew wafted out onto the porch. The smell was surely tantalizing, especially for a weary traveler such as her.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">I’ll have a dumpling in exchange for a glimpse of your future, the old woman declared. She held her knotted hand out to Mrs Bowen, palm up. Waiting.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">The young woman, possibly tempted by the hope of more good luck in her near future, reached out but hesitated before she fully revealed her palm. The woman got to work, gazing right through the skin, ligaments and bone into the fortune beyond.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">As Mrs Bowen’s palm was being studied, she lamented that there was only enough dumplings for her family. There is not enough to share, she confessed quietly. And then in lighter voice pleading for a better deal she offered tea to the woman.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Very well then, the old woman said as she seized Mrs Bowen’s wrist instead, then you shall not either. Her curse was punctuated with spit and spite. Then she laughed a laugh that rattled her ribs, gathered her skirts and left. Puffs of dust rose up behind her on the road as she scurried on.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Mrs Bowen pushed the curse spoken over her from her mind. It was a good day after all. This was just a selfish and greedy visitor, nothing else. There could be no power in her words. The delicious smell hanging in the air convinced her of that. She went back inside and got to work setting the table and tending the stew. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Soon thereafter the whole family gathered and sat down for their meal. Mr Bowen was beaming with pride at the good fortune upon them that day. He had spent his day in the fields tending the crop, his skin still glowed with the touch of sun. Their child sat with eager anticipation, hands freshly scrubbed after a day’s play. The family was gathered and ready for dinner and Mrs Bowen felt a swelling pride in the meal she’d prepared.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Stew was sploshed in each bowl, then a dumpling carefully fished out and placed in the center. The steam rose and twirled in their nostrils. Mr Bowen sliced into his dumpling first. Delicate and spoon tender. He stiffened staring into the bowl. Then Mrs Bowen dug into her bowl. Her jaw dropped. Simultaneously the child screamed in horror as a mass of black hair, tangled and matted, bloomed in the broth. It wound threads over and under and through the vegetables and bits of dumpling, expanding and overtaking each bowl.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">“What sort of madness is this?” Mr Bowen exclaimed.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Just then a high-pitched squeal of panic carried in the house from outside. Mr Bowen rose so fast that his chair toppled over onto the floor. The foals! Scuffling and clawing and pawing thundered within the barn. The family rushed to the sound.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Just as Mr Bowen laid his hand on the barn door, silence fell suddenly. The door creaked open, revealing the wide-eyed mare, her twin foals lying dead on the stall floor. Scrapes and scuffs were grooved into every wall, as if the tiny beasts had tried to claw their way out.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">Mr Bowen discovered black threads protruding from the foals’ mouths and nostrils. Then upon further inspection, it was revealed that wads of black hair filled the throats and airways of each foal.</span></p><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">And so that day, there were no good fortunes told and no good meals shared.</span></p><div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-66708923330532941242023-12-27T16:53:00.001-05:002023-12-28T10:36:05.642-05:00Footprints of Friendship - Writing Exercise<p> This piece is a non-fiction writing exercise I did in Fall 2023 for my Creative Writing class. I have changed some names for anonymity. </p><h2 style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-06f30371-7fff-6284-9af3-c28fd9c8ab6d" style="font-weight: normal;"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Footprints of Friendship</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.” We often think of those footprints as delicate tracks left in wet cement, easy to leave and long-lasting. I think sometimes those footprints are stomped with force and other times the prints are drag marks, against our will.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span></span></p><a name='more'></a></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Corey was my first best friend. We were both four years old and, at the time, the only children in our families. He was a little bit Dennis the Menace and a little bit Linus from Peanuts: mischievous and curious but also sensitive and intelligent. His dungarees were often filled with treasures he’d found outside, just waiting to be shared with a friend.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">We lived in a trailer park that bordered a horse pasture. It was not unusual to see us hopping yards, we knew no boundaries. We’d run sticks along the fence posts creating an uneven rhythm, and maybe even poke those sticks into piles of manure. We weren’t allowed inside the fence line of the pasture, but a stick just the right length could reach. And what was it to step a few feet inside? Curiosity was a strong and impulsive voice to a preschooler.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Corey moved away at the end of summer. I sat on the floor by the front door, the sunlight streaming in and dust motes lighting up like fireflies. “I feel so sorry for Corey,” I lamented to my parents. “Why?” My mom asked. “He’s going to be so lonely (without me).” At four, I didn’t realize the world was so much bigger than our neighborhood and that Corey would be absolutely fine.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Leslie was my best friend in elementary school. She also lived in the same neighborhood but at seven I could tell that her things were nicer than mine. She introduced me to sound systems and Ace of Base. We spent hours every week choreographing lyrics like “All that she wants is another baby” and reading Encarta’s Encyclopedia’s for Children. Most of our time in the encyclopedia was spent in B for birth and the mysteries of the body our parents weren’t yet ready to share with us.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I moved away in the middle of third grade but remained in the same school district. You’d think that would mean we would’ve also remained friends. Instead, I found myself on the outside orbit of a new dynamic: the friend group.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">During recess one day I tried my best to secure a best friend, carefully selecting the perfect friendship bracelet from my stash and presenting it to a newer acquaintance, Andrea. She’d just joined our class after a move. She was inclusive and accepting. Chill. Everyone liked her. I thought since she was new, I could welcome her in and sway her to my allegiance. I presented the bracelet to her on the playground. She thanked me for it and slipped it into her pocket. Her pocket. I was oblivious and excited she’d accepted it. A few hours later I saw another girl wearing my bracelet.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">That orbit on the outskirts lasted most of my life. In school, I occasionally revolved around the semi-popular group, the nerds, and the artists. Never quite settling in, often over-extending myself in the hopes of finding a friend, but inevitably settling into a quiet and, by choice, invisible existence. It was easier that way.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Kelly and I met in our 20s. It was a bit of a forced setup, there were so many people suggesting we should be friends. “Oh you two would get along so well” or “You remind me so much of Kelly!” By luck of the draw, we both ended up overseas on a mission trip bunking in the same cramped apartment. We would wander the streets of Old Towne Tallinn in Estonia exploring the bakeries and shops and watching the sun threaten to set. It never quite did. An act of nature at that latitude, but it felt like magic. We became close, almost like sisters, and we would often tell people we were twins. Our birthdays were hours apart, so we could quickly regurgitate an elaborate story about our mother and extended labor while flashing our driver’s licenses to further back up the claim. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Kelly and I both moved away from the church ten years ago but stayed in each other's lives. Sometimes she came in stomping around, forcing me to talk. It’s a depressing thing to leave the thing you lived for most of your life. Fortunately, we have that in common and were able to support one another as we discovered who we were in the real world. </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In my thirties, I met Shauna. Even though she was fifteen years my senior and a recent divorcee, we were fast friends. We talked late into the night and quickly became inseparable. I could be found at her house at all hours of the day and night. What did we have in common? Sarcasm, love of the 80s, and loneliness. Maybe not a great foundation of friendship, but at least my Spotify playlist grew.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Misery enjoys company, so our mutual loneliness meant we were together for everything and anything. I became her plus one to her kid’s high school plays and concerts. I would literally do anything for her, many times baking late at night because she had a craving. All the while, I knew I was trying way too hard and expressed it to her one night at her house. “Well, what are you trying?” She asked with a smirk as she slinked off to the couch.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">One time we got a hotel room together to attend an event in the next town over. It was only ten miles from my house, one mile from her, but it would be fun she’d said. The room was sparse, with a desk and two queen-sized beds, little room for privacy. She undressed in front of me, putting on a cami and booty shorts, then sprawled out on her bed lamenting about how it was just too big and she had so much space. I went into the bathroom and changed into a pajama set I’d bought especially for the night, plaid pants, and a t-shirt. She eyed me with something I couldn’t read and said “Nice pants,” then said again “I’m all alone over here.” I curled up in my bed, turned toward the wall, and listened to her breathing slowly before I could shut my eyes.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Shauna left me on read for a few weeks after my birthday. For once, I had needed a plus one. I needed a friend. I had concert tickets to a childhood idol and wanted to experience that with a friend. She wasn’t interested. Something that could’ve easily been expressed, but it wasn’t. Instead, it became some kind of skewed argument and then the cold shoulder.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">On her birthday, I’d gone above and beyond. I’d joined her family for dinner, made a fantastic cake, and worked on a special project with her mom. On my birthday I expected at least a “happy birthday.” Instead, I received silence. As luck would have it, I even ran into her on my actual birthday at the Ohio State Fair. She turned up her nose and just kept walking down the boardwalk. Not a single word. After that falling out, Kelly spent a lot of time listening and helping me process what had happened.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">Some time passed and soon Shauna was back in my inbox acting like nothing had changed. Moreso she needed a friend, a plus one, and she knew I’d be easy. It was easy. I went along to the concert, feeling off the entire time. It was the closure I needed to see that things had changed and I didn’t need her as much as I’d convinced myself I had. My heart ached for her and the friendship I’d missed, the idealization of her, but I didn’t fall back into old habits like she’d hoped, keeping her at a distance and then finally shutting her out completely. I still think of her sometimes and death scrolls her social media accounts.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">In the last year, I’ve had a few experiences, some of them near death, that have molded my way of thinking. My former orbit has shifted. Instead of a planetary-type orbit on the outside, I’ve become more like a comet, sometimes crashing into objects, sometimes just vaguely in view. That is to say, I’ve become more comfortable with myself with what I like, and with what makes me, me. I’ve learned to abandon the things of expectation. The thoughts of “Oh would so-and-so like this?” Instead, I’ve focused on, “Do I like this?” Then if so, embrace it. If not, move on. Find the things that make me happy. Purposely seek them out. Then do the things. Have the experiences. Try what’s new. Experiment. And be okay with failure.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">One outward sign of this new ideology is in my personal style. Gone are the standard and basic things like solid color v-neck tees and polo shirts. I modeled a generic style, as it was easy to blend in. Now I experiment with prints and far too many cardigans. I have no less than 5 cat-printed articles of clothing and a few dozen different glasses to match my outfit of the day. And. It. Is. Fun.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2.4; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 36pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;">I have also learned to become my own best friend and while that might sound lonely, it’s resulted in the attraction of my people: my village. And it’s so much more robust and full than I could have ever done on my own when seeking my ideal friends. My heart is imprinted with many sets of footprints, but fortunately, with time, some of those marks fade and smooth to make way for new ones.</span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></div></h2>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-90302625915988055862023-11-23T16:08:00.004-05:002023-11-23T16:08:00.129-05:00Haunted Library Update [Video]<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm/video/7164559940290350382" data-video-id="7164559940290350382" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@smalltown_bookworm" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm?refer=embed">@smalltown_bookworm</a> The physics just don’t make sense <a title="hauntedlibrary" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/hauntedlibrary?refer=embed">#hauntedlibrary</a> <a target="_blank" title="♬ original sound - Jenn ~ Smalltown Bookworm" href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/original-sound-7164559929041406766?refer=embed">♬ original sound - Jenn ~ Smalltown Bookworm</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-73555413103473270472023-11-22T20:51:00.000-05:002023-11-22T20:51:20.653-05:00The Holiday Hush<p>There’s something about the holiday, particularly the day before THE day, that puts a hush over everyone at work. Sure I work at a library, so you’re thinking we hush all the time. We don’t. Times have changed. No, the hush I mean is the same hush as when snow blankets the ground and dampens the sound. </p><p>It’s quiet. Just slightly muted. Hushed.</p><p>It’s a happy kind of quiet though. A relaxed quiet. You can almost see the visions dancing in your coworkers’ eyes. The time with loved ones ahead of them. The twinkle of excitement. The longing for the day of respite ahead. It’s there bubbling over and into the stacks. There’s just a little more laughter. A few more smiles. A collective sigh of relief throughout the day. </p><p>That was my day today. And I am oh so thankful.</p>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-10334055829200770962023-11-16T16:07:00.003-05:002023-11-16T16:07:00.139-05:00Witchy Book Recs - Part 4 [Video]<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm/video/7162937259380215086" data-video-id="7162937259380215086" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@smalltown_bookworm" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm?refer=embed">@smalltown_bookworm</a> Part four! Witchy book haul from my library 🥰 <a title="bookhaul" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/bookhaul?refer=embed">#bookhaul</a> <a title="libraryhaul" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/libraryhaul?refer=embed">#libraryhaul</a> <a title="witchybookrecs" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/witchybookrecs?refer=embed">#witchybookrecs</a> <a target="_blank" title="♬ W.I.T.C.H." href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/WITCH-7117634539119183874?refer=embed">♬ W.I.T.C.H.</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-48615178748714015612023-10-25T09:29:00.004-04:002023-12-28T09:32:11.707-05:00Creative Fiction: The Voices (Horror)<p> This writing exercise was one of my first experiments writing horror. It was fun and quick. A little messy, but worth a place in my little online portfolio.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXF2K_amE4FLmUAjwVjku76o1peQ9mKd8WLZaCWKe93Z9HntRq_4hR5wFVojbRhyrZX2t6WR6Krf3qbfm2haL7qDGFo3uZM-0YjHfTG86EY6HtGxMSdMaOGZaf6fdZNwLxnYUyDywQjjjHOW9CmySK2cwxC8ElTBvye1-Yi4eqA_tj8LG8sJMu5Yh-9YF/s1920/The%20voices.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1203" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXF2K_amE4FLmUAjwVjku76o1peQ9mKd8WLZaCWKe93Z9HntRq_4hR5wFVojbRhyrZX2t6WR6Krf3qbfm2haL7qDGFo3uZM-0YjHfTG86EY6HtGxMSdMaOGZaf6fdZNwLxnYUyDywQjjjHOW9CmySK2cwxC8ElTBvye1-Yi4eqA_tj8LG8sJMu5Yh-9YF/s320/The%20voices.png" width="201" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;">The Voices</h2><p data-p-id="a1ab7e6625036d236faefb7e51752c12" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" />She never heard the whispers in the dark.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span></span></p><a name='more'></a><em style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /></em><p></p><p data-p-id="f63d3023b01dc2e3871dae6e77160b80" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">get out.</em></p><p data-p-id="2a4e82e72b40a85047b4567f92527818" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-weight: 700;"><i style="box-sizing: border-box;">stay.</i></span></p><p data-p-id="0e09a8b1fcf6cb1919d80b97d3a83378" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">The <i style="box-sizing: border-box;">hiss </i>on the wind.</p><p data-p-id="e182185d7f5902d171a2c9f3d090f702" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">But then again, she couldn't hear the whispers in the daylight either.</p><p data-p-id="d3804ed50967cde80b47920184905851" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">Laura was deaf. A condition she'd been born with, but that had little to no effect on her livelihood. Painting. She was working on a piece just now. Laying down a stroke of red paint on canvas.</p><p data-p-id="90cda07ebdf860ad99ab1c10b72375c3" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Go.</em></p><p data-p-id="7fb51e477ea8d972c3086035bb026af8" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">Oblivious to the noise swirling around her.</p><p data-p-id="0f58ceb841a942aae5b52ba437890fa4" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">Her phone rang. A noise that would catch the attention of most at first sound. Not hers. It continued to ring until its vibration made it walk across the counter. That is what caught her attention. She grabbed the phone, flipping it face up to see an incoming video call from a friend.</p><p data-p-id="32b2849e5550b59df90621a8d07ed60a" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">They chatted for a moment, signing and lip-reading second nature. When the whispers rose again. Inaudible murmurs crept up and seeped in between the unspoken words of conversation.</p><p data-p-id="491ce357ee57c6429283290fbbc3cf2d" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">"Is someone there with you?" Her friend signed.</p><p data-p-id="1eb275941ac571d53e2485a761d92c9b" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">"No. Why." Laura signed back. Glancing around the room.</p><p data-p-id="2527946884ace47ae52fe4b1ccae8eb3" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">"I thought I heard something."</p><p data-p-id="837cd26532cd25213981101037971aa2" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">"It's probably just the cat."</p><p data-p-id="ac8e2268a25a42b32eebb7b5534305e4" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">The girls signed for a few more minutes and then Laura returned back to her painting. <em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Is someone there?</em> It gnawed at her. She could see her cat resting by the radiator. She knew it wasn't him. She held still between brushstrokes as if to feel for the voices' breath on her neck.</p><p data-p-id="793e791cbd33c5d336c2e96af0d2478f" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">The air remained still.</p><p data-p-id="9a9520f10744c4e74b8c245ad4fa8502" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">Yet all around her swirled with whispers...</p><p data-p-id="11a755d598c0c417f9a36758c3da7481" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Stop</em></p><p data-p-id="e1ebbf32040471a3c4bdeebef8a2b556" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Hiss</em></p><p data-p-id="a52945dbe283de2f7e9d63ca3417f36a" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;"><em style="box-sizing: border-box;">Leave</em></p><p data-p-id="150428d725c22084c7d757da9c906197" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;">She finished touching up the painting a few hours later. Stepped back to survey her work. A girl in the midst of fog. Faces churning in the murk.</p><p style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Sans Pro", "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px; margin: 0px 0px 24px; padding: 0px;"><br style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #222222;" /></p>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-27317742657239362672023-10-05T15:58:00.004-04:002023-10-05T15:58:00.148-04:00Witchy Book Recs - Part 2 [Video]<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm/video/7150624825613061418" data-video-id="7150624825613061418" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@smalltown_bookworm" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm?refer=embed">@smalltown_bookworm</a> Part 2!! <a title="witchyreads" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/witchyreads?refer=embed">#witchyreads</a> <a title="withcybooks" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/withcybooks?refer=embed">#withcybooks</a> <a title="witchybooktok" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/witchybooktok?refer=embed">#witchybooktok</a> <a title="witchybookrecs" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/witchybookrecs?refer=embed">#witchybookrecs</a> <a title="spookyseason" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/spookyseason?refer=embed">#spookyseason</a> <a title="spookybookrec" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/spookybookrec?refer=embed">#spookybookrec</a> <a target="_blank" title="♬ Season Of The Witch" href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/Season-Of-The-Witch-6723068160095816453?refer=embed">♬ Season Of The Witch</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-89063269230657802522023-10-01T17:11:00.003-04:002023-10-01T17:11:00.145-04:00Spooky Halloween Signs - Printable<p>We needed some signs to quickly decorate for the library's annual haunted house.</p><p>So of course I opened up Canva and got to work.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>These signs would work great to decorate not just a library but also your home, office, or workplace.</p><p>Here's a few I made...</p><p>"Please do not summon demons in the bathroom."</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirt-NOArbn4esLN3WO9GpZzgBc3ue1agT9Eecv1ulydKgA69OhHKH91MPQIcAPA6A2g1Pon9IxM9nhZn60oHT2_QgsMiYoZ9kiiJZH7dB7u0Gbju3TXgyUrfAaNddSJJYlVUySsiZNk5vY25doCu8eZcCYfL8Fk0QCbrLuQ_bnSEVHx-m4eFrWhePcFCqJ/s2000/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1545" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirt-NOArbn4esLN3WO9GpZzgBc3ue1agT9Eecv1ulydKgA69OhHKH91MPQIcAPA6A2g1Pon9IxM9nhZn60oHT2_QgsMiYoZ9kiiJZH7dB7u0Gbju3TXgyUrfAaNddSJJYlVUySsiZNk5vY25doCu8eZcCYfL8Fk0QCbrLuQ_bnSEVHx-m4eFrWhePcFCqJ/s320/1.png" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">"No trespassing... we are tired of hiding bodies."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXstR2d8OrOSQnboJTDAnBexq_Lg12ol7r28ub2RS-Ox0nU_va-aI_ioZZVaPiojM36Xu8wCMjW41tIgR3qyMT6hZ7oWmUToejiQPGSq406tVQhp3HQ1vrg-Rz4LM2N7aFLE0HDUALAid_al9wUV_UKaS0HR2mQxv0BObJp-vblzGOfN3w7q80eu1aukX/s2000/3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1545" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhXstR2d8OrOSQnboJTDAnBexq_Lg12ol7r28ub2RS-Ox0nU_va-aI_ioZZVaPiojM36Xu8wCMjW41tIgR3qyMT6hZ7oWmUToejiQPGSq406tVQhp3HQ1vrg-Rz4LM2N7aFLE0HDUALAid_al9wUV_UKaS0HR2mQxv0BObJp-vblzGOfN3w7q80eu1aukX/s320/3.png" width="247" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You can view and download the rest <a href="https://www.canva.com/design/DAFPU0BBHK8/q8IjZTi6swaOb3f2f2VFZg/edit?utm_content=DAFPU0BBHK8&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton" target="_blank">here on Canva.</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Just click to download and print or if you'd like to make any edits click "File" then "Make a copy" to add the file to your Canva account.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-22440616940050584752023-09-28T15:57:00.004-04:002023-09-28T15:57:00.143-04:00Sweet Halloween Book Box 2022 by Once Upon A Book Club [Video]<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm/video/7150470441621015851" data-video-id="7150470441621015851" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@smalltown_bookworm" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm?refer=embed">@smalltown_bookworm</a> <a title="inverted" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/inverted?refer=embed">#Inverted</a> <a title="bookclub" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/bookclub?refer=embed">#bookclub</a> <a title="witchyread" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/witchyread?refer=embed">#witchyread</a> <a title="secretsocietybooks" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/secretsocietybooks?refer=embed">#secretsocietybooks</a> <a title="bookbox" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/bookbox?refer=embed">#bookbox</a> <a title="onceuponabookclub" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/onceuponabookclub?refer=embed">#onceuponabookclub</a> <a target="_blank" title="♬ Aesthetic" href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/Aesthetic-7072513628145977346?refer=embed">♬ Aesthetic</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-76435474796011217942023-09-21T15:55:00.005-04:002023-09-21T15:55:00.145-04:00Witchy Book Recs [Video]<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm/video/7146358575022017838" data-video-id="7146358575022017838" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@smalltown_bookworm" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm?refer=embed">@smalltown_bookworm</a> My current <a title="libraryhaul" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/libraryhaul?refer=embed">#LibraryHaul</a> are any of these <a title="witchybooks" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/witchybooks?refer=embed">#WitchyBooks</a> on your TBR? Any suggestions?? <a title="witchbookrecommendations" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/witchbookrecommendations?refer=embed">#witchbookrecommendations</a> <a title="witchybookcheck" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/witchybookcheck?refer=embed">#witchybookcheck</a> <a title="shesawitch" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/shesawitch?refer=embed">#shesawitch</a> <a target="_blank" title="♬ W.I.T.C.H." href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/WITCH-7117634539119183874?refer=embed">♬ W.I.T.C.H.</a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-20805943038616054072023-08-31T16:48:00.001-04:002023-08-31T16:48:00.142-04:00Storytime Classroom Schedule Printable<p> Need a simple classroom schedule?</p><p>I created one in Canva!</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuQA7dhFKvWlpNoBHPIm6AM4R6T9yIWn8ZlmQQBBfcOSrmhvwZaH0nG9UMwvlysKSHRuBL-00lPePJzWO8OxdpZx4tKslLTIi_5gAZoboByxruuxzeOvViZuWAB--jBxFcU2FzRL_GyS1E4ux1rx8poU91Z2dvbGRk9LHN81XoQa2Vqjsvy5BYAGu5BI8n/s2000/schedule.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1545" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuQA7dhFKvWlpNoBHPIm6AM4R6T9yIWn8ZlmQQBBfcOSrmhvwZaH0nG9UMwvlysKSHRuBL-00lPePJzWO8OxdpZx4tKslLTIi_5gAZoboByxruuxzeOvViZuWAB--jBxFcU2FzRL_GyS1E4ux1rx8poU91Z2dvbGRk9LHN81XoQa2Vqjsvy5BYAGu5BI8n/s320/schedule.png" width="247" /></a></div>You can easily edit the colors and times. It prints on a single sheet of paper. <div><br /><div>I trimmed ours and mounted to a piece of card stock and will be laminating it to hang on the wall by the clock.</div><div><br /></div><div>It helps me so much if I can see the time and the schedule right next to each other, to keep on track and on schedule ;)</div></div><div><br /></div><div>If you'd like a copy, you can<a href="https://www.canva.com/design/DAFfKmLWuRw/_iTeUiVmSQvYqhtOtP9Mxw/edit?utm_content=DAFfKmLWuRw&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton" target="_blank"> download it from Canva here</a>. Just click "<b>File</b>" then "<b>Make a copy.</b>" Then you'll be able to edit the times and colors however you'd like.</div><h3 style="text-align: left;">What's your storytime schedule like?</h3>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-30601278556957583752023-08-24T16:46:00.005-04:002023-08-24T16:46:46.929-04:00Let The Library Be Your Lifesaver - Door Hanger<p> It's that time of year again, <b>back to school</b>!</p><p>This means that at my library branch, we are getting ready for story time with our classrooms. Each week we host about a dozen classrooms of preschoolers. Each class comes in for its own storytime session.</p><p>This year, I wanted to let the teachers know how else we can support them. So I made a cute little teacher favor to pass out.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: left;">Door hangers!</h3><p>On one side it reads: "Let the library be your lifesaver." </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51USyElOtluao12DuByqrbtp4hno63OWn20XrOp-wsCtJXXmVSsDhowcPD4dR4vsIuQT2zzMbPIliP0QT2sxww2xsuCg1eWfCdVZK8C3qDEjcjiLfsAeJrmUI9TqTCr8W3hyznSh8EAH5bxobUUQ7Ni8uFkr3irf3p5e1pRrRXYR7OKYXkUZgPtEkB8zU/s2000/Image.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi51USyElOtluao12DuByqrbtp4hno63OWn20XrOp-wsCtJXXmVSsDhowcPD4dR4vsIuQT2zzMbPIliP0QT2sxww2xsuCg1eWfCdVZK8C3qDEjcjiLfsAeJrmUI9TqTCr8W3hyznSh8EAH5bxobUUQ7Ni8uFkr3irf3p5e1pRrRXYR7OKYXkUZgPtEkB8zU/s320/Image.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>On the other side, it lists what resources we offer that could benefit our preschool teachers.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOU2zVoVGzZ8eLwXz2up30F2VEYBlNSko_O0nkJmHN4PeKiFuB0sklhI_0YlKk5guvIUqsG_1V0tekfhObe5LYrT1Ui6noxdzoSyLT3CNRRt-N5qwzodLedQbzwFTAo3IHlquadQO5MMMfaVwquc4L4X4N-9lVNoKkOX_v4MRu9mS1IMWL9lgWBYx90IkV/s2048/IMG_7191.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOU2zVoVGzZ8eLwXz2up30F2VEYBlNSko_O0nkJmHN4PeKiFuB0sklhI_0YlKk5guvIUqsG_1V0tekfhObe5LYrT1Ui6noxdzoSyLT3CNRRt-N5qwzodLedQbzwFTAo3IHlquadQO5MMMfaVwquc4L4X4N-9lVNoKkOX_v4MRu9mS1IMWL9lgWBYx90IkV/s320/IMG_7191.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Then I stapled individually wrapped lifesavers to each and hung them on their doors after school.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wdMfRQoIA12AYXaiWFXikzO6K3LyKL7NfpQl6tRfNgLd9j9aemFMw9IHBgvuVJl3c8n3FjlZYyWqf7-vju3hoC6_yvoSkaaJuzdAQcnU_LDaom5U7QfaSG9oowobuaCa5YqGQf5XiZJz9CAqejvZxVv-eP_kvVMAk06t8NVfeua5-pNEV76i3yKylYgN/s2048/IMG_7190.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wdMfRQoIA12AYXaiWFXikzO6K3LyKL7NfpQl6tRfNgLd9j9aemFMw9IHBgvuVJl3c8n3FjlZYyWqf7-vju3hoC6_yvoSkaaJuzdAQcnU_LDaom5U7QfaSG9oowobuaCa5YqGQf5XiZJz9CAqejvZxVv-eP_kvVMAk06t8NVfeua5-pNEV76i3yKylYgN/s320/IMG_7190.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>I think this is a great way to welcome our teachers back to school and help further support them in their classrooms, plus increase the utilization and circulation of materials.</p><p>You can <a href="https://www.canva.com/design/DAFnmZtbBgA/dkEVXgQ-neoM2v_O5DsS6A/edit?utm_content=DAFnmZtbBgA&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton" target="_blank">download a copy here on Canva</a>.</p><p>If you want to edit, just click "<b>File</b>" then "<b>Make a copy</b>." You'll then be able to edit with your library name and whatever resources you'd like to add!</p><h4 style="text-align: left;">Have you made any teacher favors to promote your library? Let me know in the comments!</h4>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-43811020192497759352023-08-15T17:00:00.001-04:002023-08-24T17:09:07.718-04:00The Book Was Better - Book Display<p> Need a quick and easy book display for your library?</p><p>I've got you covered with this one!</p><p>"The Book Was Better" display is super easy.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SPVGyVqCVje-c2cbd-iNX3z1oSyPYXV2u_EmkWGHURMzhY_QXiZTtKCpoU0TnIlpsUOX4fI21gpjDY2LB7liR6K_IfQa8gdycAiCRljkRlElDQgokYT5nYJE6_PnYDFQiqK8il2c8arP7SqPr4d2vZN03cusdMMiJz6jRL-WBgvM0n_msr03SxknIw9k/s2048/368392230_10159273789912111_2145859901493108542_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3SPVGyVqCVje-c2cbd-iNX3z1oSyPYXV2u_EmkWGHURMzhY_QXiZTtKCpoU0TnIlpsUOX4fI21gpjDY2LB7liR6K_IfQa8gdycAiCRljkRlElDQgokYT5nYJE6_PnYDFQiqK8il2c8arP7SqPr4d2vZN03cusdMMiJz6jRL-WBgvM0n_msr03SxknIw9k/s320/368392230_10159273789912111_2145859901493108542_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Just print and then display a few books that are (in your opinion) better than their movie adaptations. </p><p>I created 20 to get you started. Each book-to-movie comparison includes Goodreads and IMDB ratings to help folks see the general consensus. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTt-fXnGoThaxMAPDR8EGNSzzzzGYVQR_fkM91F_WsfLUBUhGxmtDHnwx5vR6gIBrefG1mEs5ha1cQZ2AGicjK09LR8HzOt4d9R5dxJRq70xm4fhlcd1qOBQZs50tNHXukoO-HhbTQ4qx1q725l8Gs09P6Ej3dVc-x2Tr3HoU1RcV-DHXb48-O9Oc5JbK/s974/368045199_10159273846722111_3392957458739134831_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="786" data-original-width="974" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTt-fXnGoThaxMAPDR8EGNSzzzzGYVQR_fkM91F_WsfLUBUhGxmtDHnwx5vR6gIBrefG1mEs5ha1cQZ2AGicjK09LR8HzOt4d9R5dxJRq70xm4fhlcd1qOBQZs50tNHXukoO-HhbTQ4qx1q725l8Gs09P6Ej3dVc-x2Tr3HoU1RcV-DHXb48-O9Oc5JbK/s320/368045199_10159273846722111_3392957458739134831_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>You can <a href="https://www.canva.com/design/DAFrugR54iM/Jdt-d6WcsjDiLTOZpZuvfA/edit?utm_content=DAFrugR54iM&utm_campaign=designshare&utm_medium=link2&utm_source=sharebutton" target="_blank">download the file here on Canva</a>. If you want to edit, just click "<b>File</b>" then "<b>Make a copy</b>." You'll then have the file in your Canva account to make any changes you like :)</p>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-13613218822089186462023-07-13T14:36:00.002-04:002023-07-13T14:36:00.157-04:00A Day in the Life at the Library [Video]<blockquote class="tiktok-embed" cite="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm/video/7130799572586089774" data-video-id="7130799572586089774" style="max-width: 605px;min-width: 325px;" > <section> <a target="_blank" title="@smalltown_bookworm" href="https://www.tiktok.com/@smalltown_bookworm?refer=embed">@smalltown_bookworm</a> It’s gonna be a good day 🎵 <a title="librarytiktok" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/librarytiktok?refer=embed">#librarytiktok</a> <a title="librarytoker" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/librarytoker?refer=embed">#librarytoker</a> <a title="dayinthelife" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/dayinthelife?refer=embed">#dayinthelife</a> <a title="bookislife" target="_blank" href="https://www.tiktok.com/tag/bookislife?refer=embed">#bookislife</a> <a target="_blank" title="♬ Good Day " href="https://www.tiktok.com/music/Good-Day-6433566413058738946?refer=embed">♬ Good Day </a> </section> </blockquote> <script async src="https://www.tiktok.com/embed.js"></script>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-46558395899778051122023-05-27T18:43:00.008-04:002023-05-27T18:43:00.144-04:00The Connection Between Reading and Mental Health<p>Our mental health can be significantly impacted by reading, a potent weapon. Reading can offer a much-needed escape and offer a variety of mental health advantages whether you're struggling with stress, anxiety, or despair. We shall examine the relationship between reading and mental health in this blog post.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><h2 style="text-align: left;">Stress Relief</h2><p>Reading can help you relax, which is one of its many positive effects. Reading can help us relax and unwind by giving us a much-needed respite from our everyday activities. According to studies, reading for only six minutes can cut stress by as much as 68%.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Anxiety Reduction</h2><p>Reading is another great technique to calm your nerves. We might shift our attention away from nervous thoughts and feelings by engrossing ourselves in a tale or learning more about a subject that fascinates us. We can increase our ability to cope with stress and create coping mechanisms by reading.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Depression Management</h2><p>Reading is another effective method for overcoming depression. When dealing with the isolation and loneliness that frequently accompany depression, reading can give one a sense of comfort and familiarity. Reading can also inspire and give one a sense of hope, which is helpful when one is feeling down.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Cognitive Stimulation</h2><p>Lastly, reading has a variety of cognitive advantages that can help our mental health. Reading can help us become more literate, develop our capacity for critical thought, and foster our imagination and creativity. These advantages can all help one feel mentally clear and well-balanced.</p><p>Finally, reading is an effective tool that can significantly improve our mental health. Reading can offer a much-needed escape and offer a variety of mental health advantages whether you're struggling with stress, anxiety, or despair. So the next time you're feeling overburdened, give yourself the gift of reading by picking up a book.</p><h4 style="text-align: left;">Have you noticed a connection between reading and your mental health?<br /><br />Share your thoughts in the comments below!</h4>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-69461117753319491622023-05-20T18:38:00.001-04:002023-05-20T18:38:00.138-04:00The Impact of Technology on Reading Habits and the Publishing Industry<p>Technology has transformed many aspects of our lives, including how we read and access books. The publishing sector and reading habits have both been significantly impacted by technology, which has also brought forth many good improvements. We will discuss the effect of technology on reading habits and the publishing sector.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><h2 style="text-align: left;">Digital Reading</h2><p>The rise of digital reading is one of the biggest transformations that technology has brought about. Accessing books from anywhere at any time is now simpler than ever thanks to e-books, audiobooks, and digital reading platforms. This has given consumers and publishers alike new opportunities, but it has also sparked worries about the future of traditional books.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Social Media</h2><div>Additionally, social media has had a big impact on reading habits and the publishing sector. Readers can now find new books and connect with other readers more easily thanks to social media sites like Goodreads and Bookstagram. Social media has, however, also given publishers additional difficulties as they fight for readers' attention in a congested digital environment.\</div><h2 style="text-align: left;">Self Publishing</h2><div>Additionally, technology has simplified the process of self-publishing for authors. Authors can now bypass conventional publishing channels and distribute their books straight to readers thanks to self-publishing companies like Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing and IngramSpark. While self-publishing has given authors new opportunities, it has also generated questions about the caliber of self-published books and their effect on traditional publishing.</div><h2 style="text-align: left;">Data Analytics</h2><div>The usage of data analytics has also had an impact on the publishing sector as a result of technology. Publishers can utilize data analytics to learn more about the interests and behavior of their readers, which can help them make better editorial and marketing choices. But this also raises issues with privacy and how algorithms affect the books we read.</div><div><br /></div><div>The publishing sector and reading habits have both been significantly impacted by technology. Data analytics, social networking, self-publishing, digital reading, and self-publishing have all created new opportunities and difficulties for readers and publishers. While technology has revolutionized how we read and access books, it is crucial to take into account the potential effects on the publishing industry's future and the significance of actual books in our daily lives.</div><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">What do you think about the impact of technology on reading habits and publishing?<br />Share your thoughts in the comments below!</h4>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-9214754940982504142023-05-13T18:31:00.002-04:002023-05-13T18:31:00.136-04:00The Influence of Childhood Books on Our Lives and Perspectives<p> Books from our childhood hold a unique place in our hearts. They are the first books we read on our own, the tales we treasure and remember long after we've reached adulthood. However, children's books have the capacity to profoundly influence our lives and perspectives; they are more than just entertainment. In this blog post, we'll explore the influence of childhood books on our lives and perspectives.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><h2 style="text-align: left;">Developing Empathy</h2><p>By introducing us to characters from various origins and experiences, children's books can aid in the development of empathy. Reading about characters that are unlike ourselves teaches us how to relate to and comprehend those who are unlike us in real life.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Inspiring Imaginative</h2><p>Books for young readers can stimulate our imaginations by transporting us on expeditions to fascinating new realms. We can increase our sense of wonder and interest about the world around us by reading about other locations and eras.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Creating Values</h2><p>Children's books can influence our morals by exposing us to a variety of concepts and viewpoints. We can learn the value of courage, honesty, and kindness through reading about characters who stand up for what they believe in.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Building Identity</h2><p>By presenting us with characters and stories we can identify with, children's books can also aid in the development of our own identities. We can feel seen and understood when we come across characters who look like ourselves or have similar experiences.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Developing a Love for Reading</h2><p>And finally, reading during childhood can cultivate a lifetime love of reading. Early exposure to the pleasures of reading can help us form a habit that will last a lifetime.</p><p>Childhood books have a significant impact on our perspective and way of life. They can foster empathy, imagination, form values, build identity, and create a love of books. So, keep that in mind the next time you pick up a book from your childhood or consider giving a book to a child as a gift.</p><h4 style="text-align: left;">What was your favorite childhood book?<br />How did it influence your life?<br />Let me know in the comments below!</h4>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-65775272164191635402023-05-06T18:24:00.004-04:002023-05-06T18:24:00.140-04:00The Value of Sharing Our Own Stories and the Importance of Storytelling<p>Since the dawn of time, stories have been a fundamental component of human culture. Stories have the ability to entertain, inspire, and inform us, from ancient myths and tales to contemporary novels and films. But stories also serve a deeper purpose: they foster connections between people and increase our understanding of the outside world. In this blog post, we'll examine the value of telling our own stories and the importance of storytelling.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><h2 style="text-align: left;">Developing Relationships</h2><p>Through the sharing of experiences, feelings, and ideas through stories, we can better connect with one another. We can identify with the characters and their challenges when we read or hear another person's narrative. This can make us feel less isolated and more a part of the community.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Understanding various viewpoints</h2><p>Additionally, stories aid in understanding various viewpoints. We get to see life through someone else's eyes when we read a tale from their point of view. This can aid in our ability to understand and have empathy for those who are different from us.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">History and culture preservation</h2><p>The preservation of culture and history is aided by stories. We can transmit customs, principles, and information from one generation to the next through storytelling. This aids in our ability to recall our origins and comprehend how we came to be in the position we are in today.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Motivating Change</h2><p>Change can be sparked by stories. We can be inspired to make positive changes in our own lives when we hear about someone else's challenges and victories. Stories can motivate us to take action in order to improve the world.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Sharing Our Own Stories</h2><p>Finally, it's crucial to relate our personal experiences. We make it easier for others to relate to us and comprehend who we are when we share our own experiences and viewpoints. This may be a potent strategy for fostering relationships and changing the world for the better.</p><p>Storytelling is an effective means of fostering relationships, gaining insight into various viewpoints, conserving culture and history, igniting social change, and sharing personal experiences. We can help people feel less alone and have a positive impact on the world by sharing our own story. So keep in mind the value of telling our own stories and the power of storytelling the next time you hear a story or have one to share.</p>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-40544090569686774822023-04-29T18:24:00.002-04:002023-04-29T18:24:05.552-04:00The Benefits of Reading for Personal Growth<p>Reading is a great way to escape reality, discover new worlds, and pick up new knowledge. But did you know that reading may also be an effective tool for improving yourself? We'll look at the numerous advantages of reading for personal development in this blog post.</p><span></span><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br /></p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Strengthening Mental Health</h2><p>You may greatly enhance your mental health by reading. You may feel more at ease and less stressed as a result. According to studies, reading can lift your spirits and promote emotions of joy and well-being.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Developing Compassion and Understanding</h2><p>You can learn empathy and understanding for others through reading. You get to see life from someone else's perspective when you read novels written from other points of view. You may gain a deeper comprehension of the world and its inhabitants as a result.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Increasing Originality</h2><p>Reading can help you be more creative. You are exposed to new thoughts, viewpoints, and experiences while you read. This may pique your curiosity and motivate you to think creatively.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Increasing vocabulary and knowledge</h2><p>Reading is a great method to increase your vocabulary and discover new topics. You are exposing yourself to fresh ideas whether you read fiction or nonfiction. Your knowledge will grow as a result, and your communication abilities will improve.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Increasing Concentration and Focus</h2><p>Focus and attention are necessary for reading. You must focus on the words on the page and follow the plot when you read. Your capacity to focus and concentrate will likely benefit from this because it can help you in many other aspects of life.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Building Critical Thinking Capabilities</h2><p>You can improve your critical thinking abilities by reading. You have to examine the material, interpret the meaning, and come to your own judgments as you read. You can strengthen your capacity for critical thought and develop your analytical skills by doing this.</p><h2 style="text-align: left;">Promoting Personal Development and Growth</h2><p>Last but not least, reading can promote personal development. You are exposed to various concepts, viewpoints, and experiences while you read. You can use this to evaluate your own life and make constructive adjustments.</p><p>In conclusion, reading is an effective instrument for improving yourself. You are being exposed to new concepts and experiences, whether you read for leisure or to learn something new. So keep in mind the many advantages of reading and how it can help you advance personally the next time you pick up a book!</p>Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-39319966622298735182023-02-27T16:40:00.006-05:002023-02-27T16:40:00.215-05:00Book Review - Broken Summer <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60600503-broken-summer" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img border="0" alt="Broken Summer" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1647134329l/60600503._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60600503-broken-summer">Broken Summer</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7692040.Jung_Myung_Lee">Jung-Myung Lee</a><br/>
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5057246649">4 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
Quick read. If you pick this up, it was translated from Korean into English, so I do feel some things may come across a little differently with translation. I rated with some grace in light of that.<br /><br />It’s a bit of a slow paced psychological thriller. Everything went wrong after a mistake made one summer, 20 years ago. Until everything went right. Only to fall apart again. There’s scandal, murder, cover up and breakdowns.
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Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-3991762002744989502023-02-20T16:38:00.006-05:002023-02-20T16:38:00.214-05:00Book Review - Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57693472-just-like-home" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img border="0" alt="Just Like Home" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1638302401l/57693472._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/57693472-just-like-home">Just Like Home</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15045277.Sarah_Gailey">Sarah Gailey</a><br/>
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5036594338">4 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
Creepy haunted house. Serial killer. Dysfunctional family. No true heroes.<br /><br />The thing with horror is it’s unsettling. This is unsettling. There are What the actual F moments. Some disturbing happenings. With it being a dark story, it’s hard sometimes to rate it high. Because it makes you uncomfortable. But that’s what it’s supposed to do. So here I am having just finished this book, sitting in my comfy reading corner and thinking of how my blanket might pull off me in my sleep. Or thinking of cold grease when I wash my hands. That’s what makes a good horror book in my opinion. Something that can haunt your regular day to day. <br /><br />This was 3.5 rounded up to 4. I read this with Once Upon A Book Club which made it much more immersive. There were handwritten notes!!
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Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-71858244830400750692023-02-13T16:36:00.004-05:002023-02-13T16:36:00.212-05:00Book Review - The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60018635-the-very-secret-society-of-irregular-witches" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img border="0" alt="The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1643062993l/60018635._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60018635-the-very-secret-society-of-irregular-witches">The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5333630.Sangu_Mandanna">Sangu Mandanna</a><br/>
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5020690932">4 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
Cerulean Sea vibes!<br /><br />Super sweet story about a 30 something witch who is lonely and has past traumas. She gets recruited to tutor 3 young witches who are being raised in secret. <br /><br />Found family trope. Grumpy sunshine romance. All around a sweet cozy read.
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Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-15984651939080609802023-02-06T16:35:00.005-05:002023-02-06T16:35:00.209-05:00Book Review - Cackle by Rachel Harrison<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61058915-cackle" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img border="0" alt="Cackle" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1656931038l/61058915._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61058915-cackle">Cackle</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19494009.Rachel_Harrison">Rachel Harrison</a><br/>
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/4969133805">5 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
A 30 something woman moves across country after an unexpected breakup of a long term relationship. She meets and befriends a woman who lives in the woods… in a castle… with flawless skin… and skills. <br /><br />I loved the quirky writing. It felt like the narrator was just like me. So relatable. And funny. This is a cozy read about a woman finding herself and her independence. There are witches, ghosts, lost loved and giant spiders.
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Jenn @ Smalltown Bookwormhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13576021027351376668noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824519341152439143.post-50403677732692492472023-01-30T16:34:00.005-05:002023-01-30T16:34:00.219-05:00Book Review - The Change by Kirsten Miller<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59030015-the-change" style="float: left; padding-right: 20px"><img border="0" alt="The Change" src="https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1652205934l/59030015._SX98_.jpg" /></a><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59030015-the-change">The Change</a> by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/109354.Kirsten_Miller">Kirsten Miller</a><br/>
My rating: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/5005442016">5 of 5 stars</a><br /><br />
I’m calling it. This will be a movie. <br /><br />It felt a bit like Practical Magic with the cozy seaside vibes and strength of sisterhood. But also these women are badass witches who won’t hesitate to do what needs done to balance the scales…<br /><br />The characters were each very well fleshed out, real and multifaceted. Really enjoyed getting to know each one of them! The plot thickened and thickened. Made me speak out loud a few times. So many times I said “oh…” the mystery to be unwound, was good. The magic system was really intriguing. There is a lot of detail put in for character back stories. As in like you’ll be reading one chapter about the current events and then the next will be a flash back to one particular characters experience with their dad or something. Relevant because it further builds up the character and well written, but I could see how some might not enjoy that. I did though. <br /><br />Good read. Now adapt it to a movie please. I beg you.
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