Happy National Library Week!

There I was, standing in Sam Gary Branch Library in Denver when I saw it–“Celebrate National Library Week, April 12 to 18.” It was a small sign on regular typing paper, but it stood in the traffic lane as we walked in. Unfortunately, I didn’t stop to take a photo, but I’ve been thinking about this important recognition since. Where would we be without the great help of our local librarians and the institutions they serve?

photo of Jeffco Columbine Library

Happy National Library Week from Jeffco’s Columbine Library

Libraries are actually a gift we give ourselves. They are funded by a combination of federal, state, and local taxes along with generous donations from people like you and me. So we directly benefit from the taxes we grumble about. I don’t have any research to go into a long story about how funding is being cut too dramatically. Nor have I a story of a specific librarian to talk to you about–but the thing is, I should.

Could you imagine where we’d be without our libraries? I remember reading that best-selling author and motivational speaker, Og Mandino, found himself to be a failure and an alcoholic at age 35. What turned him around, he said, was living in the self-help section of his local library. Imagine a world without the wonderful book, The Greatest Salesperson in the World.

Or how about David Morrell‘s story? I heard him speak last weekend at Genrefest in Wesminster, CO. Mr. Morrell kept our group of 50 to 60 local writers enthralled for nearly three hours with stories of his writing life. At one point he shared with us that after losing his granddaughter to a rare bone cancer, he thought he wouldn’t write ever again. But he became caught up in the personal story of Thomas De Quincey, an opium addict who espoused the trappings of the inner-mind a few decades before Sigmund Freud came on the scene. For three years he read nothing but Victorian England works. Without libraries to help with his sources, where would he be? Where would we, as readers be, without Murder as a Fine Art or his latest work, Inspector of the Dead?

I have to admit, I’ve been a poor supporter of libraries in the past. They can be so intimidating. But I remember my first library love. We lived in Nottinghill Gate in London, long before it became the center of that popular movie, and was spoiled by the up-and-comers of London life. I lived on a street romantically called Pembroke Gardens. At the base of the street, in another of the infinite number of Georgian homestyle buildings, snuggled a tiny library, no larger than a small sitting room and a breakfast nook. It was in this faerie sized dwelling that I re-ignited a love of books. Here I read Leon Uris’s Exodus, and Arthur Miller’s The Crucible. From this library came the gift of Georgette Heyer and Jane Austen. I could snuggle up in well-worn chairs like one might find in today’s Tattered Cover bookstores of Denver, and read for hours on end. When we moved to London, I couldn’t work–I was on a visitor’s visa for six months. Who knew what a gift that time and the little local library would be for me?

Do you have a favorite library story? Perhaps you could share it here or with your local librarian with thanks from us all.

Active Reading–A New Adventure

Have you ever stumbled across a treasure? I mean something that gets you really excited? Maybe you saw a twenty-dollar bill laying on the ground, just like a friend of mine. Or perhaps you found that treasured necklace you thought had been lost forever. Whatever it was, you probably felt a burst of euphoric energy that kept you smiling from time to time throughout your day.

I had a similar experience. As part of my investigation into illiteracy in Colorado, I’ve had to review my own reading habits, which, to be honest, aren’t impressive at all. I am a word-by-word reader, and very slow. Added to that, I no longer remember most of what I read, and quoting from a favorite book (other than Dr. Seuss of course) seems impossible.

Reading And Notes

Capture what you read.

Then, the other day, I stumbled across my daughter’s old copy of The Little, Brown Handbook by H.Ramsey Fowler and Jane E. Aaron. Treasure found! My daughter used this book in high school, and left it behind when I showed enthusiasm for it so long ago. Since then, I’ve dipped into its 836 pages when I’ve had a specific grammar or punctuation question, but little else.

Last week I began to read the Introduction thinking that if I dove into a few pages a day, I could finish the obligation in, say, a year. But a funny thing happened. The intro referred me to thoughts on writing while reading–taking notes.  So I flipped to pages 7-8 and pages 37-38 for ideas on how to take notes.  From there I skipped to a book called “The 101 Habits of Highly Successful Novelists”by Andrew McAleer, with advice from several published authors on a variety of subjects. I took my new-found note taking skills out for a test drive.

Since, I’ve flipped back and forth, not truly reading from page one to the end, yet getting more out of the experience than ever before. I have ideas for promoting my books mixing with ways to read better, more critically (which means, according to the Little Brown Handbook, “skeptical,””exacting,””creative”), and deeply. Speed reading doesn’t seem so important when reading to have stronger critical skills. Words are becoming a joy again. In short I love it, mixing reading with writing at the same time.

You’re probably wondering where I was throughout college.  Kids there take notes while reading all the time. I remember doing so too. The thing was, I’d last been taught how to take notes while reading in grammar school, so note-taking in college was a chore instead of a helpful tool. And for me, any chore worth naming is one worth avoiding, procrastinating about or otherwise neglecting to do.

Forgive me if this post on taking notes while reading seems too elemental for you. I’m just very excited about it. I have started a reading journal, and may transfer some of the notes I take into a Word document at some point, but for now, I love the physical aspect of taking notes.

So, how does this note taking method work?  I simply draw a line down the middle of a page. On the left, I can paraphrase what the author says, or quote directly. On the right side I put down anything that comes to mind. Questions, skepticism, personal experiences that relate, or even other conclusions. It’s that simple.  In the past I have tried to use the outline method of note taking, getting halfway through only to start scribbling in margins and at angles because I missed a direct connection. I’ve also used mind-mapping, but have struggled to find enough room to write whole paragraphs of thought. I like the two columns because there is space for “the experts,” and there is a lot of room for me. I ignore the lines on the right side and just draw arrows to the thoughts that I’m reflecting upon.

Will this method of learning work forever? Maybe, maybe not. I continue to try to outline when I can. And mind-mapping has its place. But taking notes while I read? I like this two column way well.

Another thing. I underline a lot in my books.  Just never thought to write a lot of notes in the margins of good books. Now, I know I can jot a few words to question and explore a work like Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 without having to think of myself as a criminal of book publishing.  I can take those notes and underlines and put them into my reading journal to put next to other quotes and question how they compare, which I like better, which words I’d defend in debate and why.

This active reading is so exciting to me.  It reminds me why I buy some books instead of always checking them out of the library.  But it shows me that books I cannot mark up can be captured in a short way by using a reading journal. And at last, I know how to keep a reading journal so that thoughts and experiences in reading aren’t lost in my foggy old brain.

What about you? How do you interact with your reading beyond ingesting the words of books, magazines, and news media? If you see a particularly fascinating Facebook post, how do you make it a part of who you are? How will you remember it five years from now?