I have a lot of hate in my heart today, and it's all for one very special person--my Young Adult Materials professor.
She did a booktalk for us today--you know, to show us how to "sell the book" to the kids. It was the worst booktalk I've ever seen (I would have been embarrassed for her if I liked her at all), and then afterwards she said, in all seriousness,
"Props are really important for booktalks for teens. Since my book was about cars, I really should have brought in a rag soaked with gasoline, because smells really trigger your memory, mkay?"
What?!? A rag soaked with gasoline?!
I emailed Mrs-Roboto about it, and she suggested that it would be a great idea if I did a booktalk about Latina gangs, "and you brought in knives and homemade tattoo equipment and gave every kid a tear drop to symbolize that they were a killer."
That Mrs-R, she's a genius. Hard to believe she's not even in library school.
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