I am participating in the March Slice of Life Challenge: A slice a day for all of March. You should do it too! Thank you, Two Writing Teachers! Readers, check out their site, and start slicing!
I’ve finally been ordered. Taken off the warehouse shelf, slipped into a box with other books. We are silent on the truck, anxious to get to school. Soon! Soon children will choose us! I think I have a good chance at being a top pick. My cover is shiny, and my blurb… well, it makes you want to open me and find answers! I’m exciting – a real adventure.
I don’t like to brag, but since it’s just you and me… My characters are unmatched. There is friendship, and perseverance and that’s just in the first few pages! Now, I’m not technically a true story — but in the children’s hearts I will be. I just know it. I wonder whose favorite I’ll be. I heard that one of the books that went to a classroom last month has a waiting list of kids who want to read it! Wow… to be that famous!
I feel the box being unloaded. A school! We are at a school! There must be readers here… real readers. I wonder how often they get to read. I wonder how long it will take until the edge of my cover is worn. Then I’ll know I’ve really arrived.
Being put on a bookshelf at a school is even better than I thought it would be! Books on my left, books on my right. I feel myself getting comfortable, even though it won’t be long before a real child picks me up! I’m ready!
Wait. This is a pretty dark, pretty small room.
Is this a closet? I can see and hear grown ups coming in and out a bit, but not kids. They must be teachers, since they are wondering which book will go with their lesson. They picked another book.
That’s fine. I mean, I can wait.
Someone picks me up. She’s not sure if her children will like me. She tells someone she needs to read me first before she lets the kids read me.
That’s fine. I mean, she will be very careful with me, I’m sure. That’s good. It must be weird to have a lot of kids reading you, talking about you, learning all sorts of different things.
I hear more teachers talking – they need to be sure that the book they pick goes with their lesson, That makes sense. What if they weren’t talking about friendship and perseverance but they read me? They say they aren’t sure I’m the right level. I might be too hard, or too easy…I’m back on the shelf.
That’s fine. I mean, I’m sure they know best. What if a child was reading me and didn’t know some of my words? What if they read me too quickly? What if the children disagreed about my message, or my theme, or my characters’ motivations? Yikes.
I’m a book. I don’t know… was I meant for all of that thinking?
I do wonder though. I wonder when I’ll get to come out of this closet. I wonder what it would be like to be chosen by a child.