Monday, February 15, 2010
We went to the library. Librarians are, of course, the most amazing people in the world. They know every single book ever published and they love, love, love books. And children's librarians, wow, what can I say?
So Daughter stands there like a ten-year-old (okay, she is a ten-year-old) and she's hemming and hawwing and giving silly plot details like, "there's a pumpkin up on a telephone pole in the book and they've got to get it down," and the librarian is being so patient, so sweet. And then she gets a partial title out of Daughter. Something about mysterious emails. She uses that to search and finds it. The book, as it turns out, is called, "Deep Doo Doo and the Mysterious E-Mails." It wasn't in the library, so we put a hold on it for when it's turned in and left.
Then we decided to see if we could find it at two bookstores. Maybe I just have too much free time?
Some of us bloggers have some writerly ambitions, myself included. So here's my heartfelt recommendation as a mom, a reader, and as a writer: don't give your book a really stupid name. I spent a good amount of time yesterday spelling the word "Doo Doo" to a mottley group of both surley and helpful store employees at both Border's and Barnes & Noble. At each place I found myself standing at the customer service with Daughter and each time I knew I looked like a normal human being; I was dressed like a normal human being, until suddenly, in consultation with Daughter, I had to say, "Is Doo Doo one word or two?"
The result? Book on order at the library. Used book on order for spoiled daughter from Amazon booksellers. And yet another note to writerly self: if you give your book a really dumb name, it will go out of print more quickly.
Is there some stuff you say or do with your kids that makes the adult in you wonder what exactly you're doing? Love librarians? Do your kids ever love the books you loved at their age?