I took my Seeing Red show on the road yesterday (literally on the road) at Word on the Street.
Thanks to an audience chock full of friendly faces, it was great fun. (Thank you, Rachelle and Jacqui and Shannon and Megan and Kit and family members whom I may or may not have paid to attend.)
I got to talk about how the ancient Gauls sacrificed their enemies, how blood solved baby mix-ups in the early 1900s, and how early blood analysis techniques saved people from murder raps.
I also learned a great presentation technique. Get yourself sandwiched between the witty Susin Nielsen and the wonderful Kit Pearson. Voila! Guaranteed crowd!
An interesting coincidence: speaking before Susin was Gina McMurchy-Barber. Gina and I met almost a decade ago, at a great Booming Ground workshop led by Kit Pearson. And of course, Kit Pearson was speaking just a few minutes later. You have to love cosmic mash-ups.
Check this space tomorrow. Official announcement on it’s way…
You know, you’re single for one high school Valentine’s dance and really, you never recapture the ability to fully embrace the day.
Angus Reid should do a survey, and see if there’s a correlation between the number of years people are single on Valentine’s Day and the likelihood that they grow up to be cynical adults who throw up at the sight of Robert Munsch’s I Love You Forever. (All due respect, Mr. Munsch. I’m a huge fan. But that book… yeesh.)
In honour of Saint Valentine, here are some love books we’ve been reading recently.
Mama, Do You Love Me? by Barbara Joosse
Until the stars turn to fish in the sky. Need I say more?
Wilfrid Gordon McDonald Partridge, by Mem Fox
There’s a little boy. There’s an old woman. He helps her find lost memories by gathering a collection of things she once loved. It will make you cry.
Rainbow Magic Special Edition: Juliet the Valentine Fairy
Ha! Just kidding. Thought I’d gone crazy for a minute there, didn’t you?
Charlotte’s Web, by E.B. White
Looking at the Moon, by Kit Pearson
This is the second book in the Guests of War trilogy. It’s a perfect, old-fashioned celebration of puppy love. It will make your heart ache the way it did when you were twelve and a half.
Of course, there are a billion other wonderful love books around. What are your childhood favourites?