Last year, I had a student who was obsessed with Cynthia Lord.
At NCTE, I stood in line for Lord’s signature.
When I got home, I shared Rules and the autograph with the class.
Of course, my fellow fangirl asked to borrow the book and of course, I said yes. I’m sure I told her to give it special care, and I know she promised to do so.
Days later I found the book deserted on a picnic table. The pages clung to each other, swollen with water. The signed page bled. I wanted to cry. The apparent negligence attacked not just the thing but the idea of it.
I sat the book out to dry over the weekend. Perhaps it would come back to life.
The next week I showed her. The cover could hardly contain the curled pages. She denied leaving it outside. I wish I could have said it was ok. But, I told her it made me sad to see it ruined. It was special. She agreed. And that was that.
I’m not a person who gets too attached to things, and I had forgotten about this story until last Thursday.
Going home, I rounded the corner and saw a beautiful new book abandoned on a bench.
A rain storm was predicted for the next day.
I picked up the book and looked inside. Two first names were scrawled in gold ink. A heart punctuated their shared last name.
I took the book home and imagined.
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She sat reading. Her brother ran over, threw off his unneeded jacket, and looked over her shoulder. She giggled. He sat down and leaned in closer.
“Let’s play!” screamed her friend.
She set the book down and ran to the game.
The whistle blew.
The book sat. Alone, but not unloved.
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The next day I delivered the book to the office. They had no problem finding the owner. Smart kiddo, the last name got the book back to her.
Many things call a child. A playground game, a friend, a teacher, a parent. Distract them from other important and loved things.
I am grateful to this reader. Her actions helped me remember and understand.
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