The Phantom Librarian

I now have a book that I want all the kids to read, and know they won't be bothered to do it.

The Language Police, by Diane Ravitch, gets into what sounds like the most boring subject area possible--the publishing of high school textbooks and standardized tests. I can't even imagine how to make that sound interesting to the kids upon whom these are thrust. But the book deals with the political and social pressures that have put textbook publishing in a real bind, and has led to the shrinking of students' worlds.

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I have furniture. Yippee. Oh, I can't wait to unpack my dolls (though I have to wait, because my landlady is doing some repairs on the ceiling, and it's easier if everything is still in boxes and therefore easily moved). Mom painted the green linoleum on the low dresser brown, but it's still distinctly itself. I also got my pretty wooden table, my desk, my great-grandfather's steamer trunk (which he used in a traveling theater company), a bookcase of my own, my wicker shelves, and my long QL fics, long off of my computer (though they may be floating around Usenet somewhere). And that's just what I've found so far.

Oh, and my little plastic record player, that I've had since I was five, and a selection of 45s from the 80s (and the ever-present "Love Me Do," which I think is the last surviving one of my mom's Beatles' 45s), including such classics as "Body Rock" and "The Warrior" (Shooting at the walls of heartache--bang, bang...)

Ahem.

Anyway, back to Shades. Tonks, after experimenting with being angry at Remus, has found some understanding, and finally sent him a letter. Which--by sheer coincidence, of course--happens to arrive just as the moon gets full.

Table of Contents and Summary So Far

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Obviously, that's cut mid-scene, but it will continue (and hopefully actually, you know, get somewhere) soon. Sorry--I don't like to leave things without any particular cliffhanger or shape, but I'm falling asleep at the keyboard here. ;)