Back from Seattle.  Managing to ignore most of my to-do list as I sit in bed with the laptop and a list of YA books to choose from for my YA class.  I only have to read four!  And I could easily reread 4 from last year to fit into the categories (I’m doing graphic novels, reality fiction, adventure, and fantasy) OR I could try a bunch of new stuff.  I think rereading might produce better reviews on my part (I tend to read purely for pleasure the first time around) and of course I can use the rest of the list as a potential reading list.  Eek.

It’s so disorienting to go up to Seattle for two days, go to each class once, be mothered by Lis, and drive home.  I feel like I’m pretending to be a student while I’m there – the campus is bustling with people who live there, and I just pop in for a visit once a quarter.

This coming Saturday is the mock-Printz workshop – the only title I’ve got left to read for that is the Houdini bio Escape which should be quick.  I’m looking forward to the discussion – and of course I’ll report back.  I still hold with Octavian Nothing as the best of the year, but I feel like discussion could sway me in other directions.

I just finished The Green Glass Sea – it’s about two girls growing up in Los Alamos in the ’40s.  Their parents are scientists, but the whole thing is very hush-hush and none of the kids quite know what ‘the gadget’ will be used for.  I found myself wondering how many kids would know enough about Los Alamos and the Manhattan Project to really get the dramatic irony of knowing so much more than the characters.  I was curious how the actual dropping of the bomb would be dealt with; what Klages does is so subtle that unless you know, the ending might leave you a bit lost.  But, how perfect would this be as a tie-in to a WWII history class?  Books like this make teaching sound really fun.

For the Winter Classics Challenge, I’m reading Brideshead Revisited.  It took a while to get into it, but I hit a point last night where I was cracking up and kept reading bits out-loud, like the wine tasting where Charles and Sebastian get totally sloshed on the family’s wine cellar:

“…It is a little, shy wine like a gazelle.”

“Like a leprechaun.”

 “Dappled, in a tapestry meadow.”

“Like a flute by still water.”

“…And this is a wise old wine.”

“A prophet in a cave.”

“…And this is a necklace of pearls on white neck.”

“Like a swan.”

“Like the last unicorn.”

…”Ought we to be drunk every night?” Sebastian asked one morning. 

“Yes, I think so.”

“I think so too.”