Monday, October 29, 2012

5 books I've requested thanks to their trailers

"Stop Instagramming your food and put it in your pie hole!"
- Jennifer Worick in Things I Want to Punch in the Face

Book trailers and I have an awesometastic love hate relationship. Basically, I love to hate them. Not because they're particularly bad, but more because in my (somewhat delusional) mind I have a *very* specific idea of what the characters look and sound like. And it doesn't ever seem to match up with their trailers. I know, drama queen, much? I think the problem is that I get so emotionally invested in long running series that I feel and behave like only I know what the characters could possibly be like. Obviously, I need to learn to trust the author a little more. Until that point, I'll avoid series fiction trailers, and stick with either one offs, or nonfiction. Like these! These? I have no previous knowledge of, and they actually look/sound FUNNY. And this week I need the funny. I give you: 5 books I've requested thanks to their trailers. Enjoy!

Do you watch book trailers? Do you LIKE them? Do you ever read the books they're about?

Thursday, October 25, 2012

5 bookish sites/blogs you will like (the implied OR ELSE is totally your imagination...)

"Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life."
― Mark Twain

So. This ridiculous thing happened. I left you all to your own devices and headed off to Toronto to do THINGS and STUFF. Mostly, to attend a dorky convention for the tv show Supernatural, while sliding in trips to sightsee as well. Strangely, the highlight of my holiday wasn't meeting Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki. It was a quick two minute conversation with Mark Sheppard about Doctor Who (Mark played Canton Delaware), New Zealand and our atrocious accents. That brief moment where he indulged my fangirlness? Forever top of mind. And hearing him debate with another fan why setting up partisan Doctor Who camps is actually bad for the fandom as a whole? Be still my geekgirl heart. I'm back in NZ physically, even if my brain is still in North America somewhere. (This gives me an excuse to go back and get it again, right?). Surprisingly, my first post is not Toronto/Supernatural-related. Nor is it Armageddon related. Despite what this intro may lead you to believe. (By the way, it was fantastic to meet/see some of you during the Saturday/Sunday of Armageddon!). Those will come a little later next week, though, I promise. Today's post is a quick list of bookish bloggy/websitey type recommendations I lose my collective mind over BECAUSE I live to feed your literacy addiction. YOU'RE WELCOME. So! Did you miss me?

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

NZSL Week 2012: 5 picturebooks featuring deaf children

"I’ve always wanted to write a book relating my experiences growing up as a deaf child in Chicago. Contrary to what people might think, it wasn’t all about hearing aids and speech classes or frustrations."
– Marlee Matlin

This is an exceptionally late post because, well, it was kind of personal and I wasn't so sure I really wanted to post it.  My brother is deaf. Or 'profoundly deaf,' as the doctor told my parents umpteen years ago. It's not obvious when you look at him. That should go without saying, and yet it doesn't. I say it not to be daft on purpose, but because it's the first thing out of people's mouths when they realise. As if you can wear your deafness as blatantly as a roadside worker in a high-vis vest. The next thing people do is start shouting and over enunciating, at which point my brother gets incredibly frustrated and says, "I'm deaf. Not stupid," in a speaking voice as clear as mine. And that confuses people more, as if deaf people should be immediately identifiable by their speech pattern. Maybe sometimes people are, and maybe sometimes people aren't. His journey, his life experience of being deaf, has been an emotional roller coaster for all of us; both incredibly hard and joyous to see. Of all the things I've blogged about, both personally and work wise, this will be the hardest. I've only ever blogged about him once, and never again until now. I was never sure that I would be able to strike the right tone. I was never sure that I would find the right words that wouldn't see him turned him into a curiosity, instead. More than anything, I didn't want to inadvertently belittle or trivialise his life. It was always far too personal a post to write. It's not that I don't care, it's that I care too much. So what changed? Nothing huge. Just a chance conversation with my brother about what he would have like to have seen more of as a young child and he said, "Picture books with kids like me.  Where was I?  Where were kids like me?"  I'm happy to say that now, some thirty years later, there are more than a few, some of which I deliberately hunted out for this post.  This is for my brother :)