Another Word About Prizes
Okay, so those weren’t real prizes, but maybe they gave you some ideas. Something you’d like to contribute. It doesn’t have to be an escort to the YA prom (which would be freakin’ choice), but don’t worry about your offering being too small. What I’d like to do is pull together several things into prize baskets instead of giving away individual items. So don’t be concerned if someone would really want your signed book, or original sketch, or book themed knitted scarf, or new Lord of the Rings CD. I am honestly contributing a paper bead necklace — which is made from magazines, so it’s reading-related — and maybe earrings. Maybe you can offer a limited editing or web consultation. Many YA books have lots of characters, I mean one could be named Eisha, right?
If you have something, scroll down my blogroll to my Email MotherReader! button, and send me a line. (I’m not sure why there’s an exclamation point there, but it sure makes it sounds like an exciting thing to do.) Still taking sign-ups at the original post.
Now I’ve got to get my eight-year-old girl ready for Take Your Daughter to Work Day. We’re going to have a blast at the library today. I think I’ll let her shelve the books. Dewey Decimal system, you have now met your match in a working second grader.
Labels: 48 Hour Book Challenge
posted by MotherReader @ 10:57 AM
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Now I know why there was a four year old on the train with her daddy this morning. It warmed my heart!
BTW, I'd love to do nothing but read for 48 hours, but my college reunion is that weekend. Maybe next year.
I'll be thinking of a prize. I actually do have paper jewelry, too... And a book pin. Hm. I'll get back to you!
For some reason I read that as your inner eight-year-old and had a fine time picturing you decked out for work in lots of pink plastic jewelry and novelty sunglasses.
Hah! My inner eight year old runs far too much of my life already, which is why I end up reading outside in the sun instead of being a grown-up and doing my chores. I can't let her take over my fashion choices.
I noticed you're neither confirming nor denying the possibility that you'll entertain the blogosphere by saying "stoked," or "mega-tastic" on your blog as listed in my prizes...
What, you don't want incisive, biting critique of the winner's choices? Ok, one "stoked" coming up. Let me know.
Oh, geez, if someone named a character after me it just might possibly make a dent in all the childhood emotional baggage I'm still carrying around because I never had a bike license plate or shoelaces with my name on them like all the Jennifers and Ashleys did.
Or, Roger Sutton saying "stoked" might just do the trick.
I have a set of Edward Tulane postcards I could contribute, if you need 'em...
Eisha, I think the Tulane postcards would be a pretty funny contribution. I'll take them. Though let me warn what happened to Wendy when she offered her Tulane book. I laughed so hard, I cried.
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