Children's literature is not for the weak. It is a ruthless cutthroat business with lots of gnashes of the teeth. Children's librarianship, in contrast, is a sweet sweet ride. Now you can hear me as I growl, gargle, and kvetch my way through news, reviews, and interviews. Kidlit podcasting = scary new world.
And while we're looking at the works of other bloggers out there, I was rather taken with a Finding Wonderland piece looking back at the Cybils and the course of reviewing in and of itself.
It also happens to have a little link to getting one's aristocratic title. Here's mine:
I wish I could say that my last name was Sneething, but sadly this is not the case. How cool would it be, though, to be the children's librarian known as Mrs. Sneething? I may have to change my name in the end.
Mrs. Sneething would need a whole new wardrobe, I think. And I shudder to imagine what Ms. Loquacious of Bumswick by the Hole would wear on a Saturday night.
Okay this is just weird. Mine is:
ReplyDeleteHer Excellency Rebecca the Laconic of Helions Bumpstead.
I say weird because my actual, real-life last name is Stead.
Destiny is written all over this.
Rebecca
I wish I could say that my last name was Sneething, but sadly this is not the case. How cool would it be, though, to be the children's librarian known as Mrs. Sneething? I may have to change my name in the end.
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed. It managed to get the word "bum" and "hole" in my title.
ReplyDeleteLady Madame Marci the Loquacious of Bumswick by the Hole
Mrs. Sneething would need a whole new wardrobe, I think. And I shudder to imagine what Ms. Loquacious of Bumswick by the Hole would wear on a Saturday night.
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