The Hate U Give Read-Alikes
Created by Kelly on Tuesday, 07/03/2018
The Hate U Give took this year and last year by storm. For those looking for something similar, check out these titles below.
Created by Kelly on Tuesday, 07/03/2018
The Hate U Give took this year and last year by storm. For those looking for something similar, check out these titles below.
Created by Stephanie on Saturday, 10/21/2017
Fairy tales are timeless stories that are still told and retold every year. These modern authors have played around with the traditional and given us readers something new and interesting from these beloved tales.
If you like "Princess stories":
If you want more Beauty and the Beast:
Other inspiring tale retellings:
Created by Stephanie on Saturday, 06/17/2017
It's summer and the open road awaits with promises of new adventures. It is time to hit the road and discover new experiences with friends and family. Whether you are traveling or grounded at home, if you find that your "car" is stuck in neutral, try these road trip novels for inspiration.
Let's Get Lost by Adi Alsaid Five strangers. Countless adventures. One epic way to get lost.
How My Summer Went Up in Flames by Jennifer Doktorski First she lost her heart. Then she lost her mind. And now she’s on a road trip to win back her ex.
An Abundance of Katherines by John Green Colin, former child prodigy, who was dumped 19 times by Katherines, is on a mission to prove The Theorem of Underlying Katherine Predictability, which he hopes will predict the future of any relationship and avenge Dumpees everywhere, which may finally win him the girl.
Northanger Alibi by Jenni James This modern retelling of a Jane Austen novel follows Claire's first traveling adventures from home.
Open Road Summer by Emery Lord Seventeen-year-old Reagan tries to escape heartbreak and a bad reputation by going on tour with her country superstar best friend.
Amy and Roger's Epic Detour by Amy Matson Amy, dealing with the death of her father, ends up on an epic tour across the U.S.. with Roger who just needs a ride back home. Each chapter starts with a music playlist.
Happy Travels!
Created by Tracie on Sunday, 04/02/2017
Youth Poetry Contest Winners Announced!
The winner of the Youth Poetry Contest for the grade division 5-8 is Phoebe E.. and the winner of the grade division 9-12 is Magnus S. Our Teen Advisory Board would like to congratulate both winners and thank all our entrants this year. Both poems are reprinted here for your enjoyment.
Moonlight Sonnet by Phoebe E.
Light filters 'tween the sooty, blackened trees
The night is still but for a summer breeze
Which whistles throught the oak's hard, brittle bark
And frames the light that scares away the dark
A cresent glows upon the ashy sky
A lonely wind heaves an abandoned sigh
And through the dusk reveals a fearful night
It shys from this fluorescent, pallid light
The stars are fixed, hung from a black cloak
The darkness gives an awful strangling choke
To any wind that dares to pass him by
And threaten his harsh rule o'er the vast sky
But when this beacon's placed upon the dark
The blackness flees and moonlight makes its mark
A Letter of Gratitude by Magnus Saebo
The library
that good place
the product of dust
and sunshine
lovingly playing
with each other's coy eyes
Where I work
each Sunday
without fail
I am folded into the constancy
gently tucked into the jacket
of a coffee stained and jam flavored
book of myopic poets
And my task this morning
is to pull the inactive books
the ones that haven't been called for years
The task is blasphemous
that one could assert time
in a place like this
a place so relaxed on seconds
practically putting its feet up on Plato
his shoulders are strong enough anyway
And how can a book be inactive?
Tell me this!
but a list is always just a list
or rather a litany
of soft spoken saints
each having done their greatness
and now recalled by name
and just by the name
like how that can stand for everything
everything and a river too
Some poetry gets pulled
binned, scrapped, rejected,
called out and placed smack against time
yes, this hurts me most
I prefer it when the books are simply missing
lost to the somewhere else
everywhere but in their little parcel of space
I imagine the book is relaxed under a bed
or in a neglected pile of papers and magazines
one day turned over to reveal an old convict
escaped by the same hand
into the superposition of not being
gone from its articulated spot in the universe
unmoored
Another book of poetry
it's a shame, a heavy shame
the readership must be declining
or so they say
the same way it's said every century
by the people who see everything slip and run
Although I don't think so
I can feel this day like currents of plasma under my skin
I think this day is like the response
to a howl in a large, deafening forest named Moloch
we see Moloch too, don't worry
he appears in the declining readership
in the inactivity of a book
in my fingers who weasel into the creaks and pull out a head
to be placed on a cart
Moloch in the thought I could count to a million in this library
and never find Ulysses
as he's lost now
he was the one to slay Moloch
here
in this church
but somehow got displaced
in the somewhere else
relaxed like the convict books
or the eyes of the list
or the shoulders of time
Though the library will outlive Moloch
it's in its fabric
of sunshine
and dust