I have always wanted to work with books. Writing books, editing books, selling books, shelving books, sharing books. If “professional book sniffer” was a thing and I could get paid to crack the spine of a hardcover and journal its aromatic notes, that’d be a job I’d want, too.
My path has meandered in directions I wasn’t expecting. I ended up falling in love with politics and law and decided that I wanted to be an agent for change by working in the nonprofit sector, so I packed up my reading and writing skills and took them with me to college where I majored in political science, then later to my job as a business development manager for one of the nation’s largest 501c3 organizations. I was successful and fulfilled until my path diverted again.
I had children and chose to stay home with them while they were young. I nurtured their love of books and watched them fall in love with storytelling the way I had as a child. I sat them on my lap at Babies with Books in the local library and helped them learn to read their first words. We visited school book fairs together and researched new titles and genres to peak their interest. I started reading “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” to my oldest child on her sixth birthday and saw the spark ignite inside her, and again when we attended her first Harry Potter festival and she dressed as a beaming Hermione Granger. Motherhood reawakened my lifelong love of the written word and I knew that when it was time to return to the working world, I needed to pursue my true passion.
I’m going to be a librarian. I’m going to pursue my MLIS (Master of Library and Information Science) because it’s time to tap into my passion for serving the greater good and my bibliophile tendencies. This website is a collection of my academic essays and personal book reviews across all categories: board books, YA, graphic novels, adult fiction, social science nonfiction, and more.
So, why is it called “Squiggles on Trees?” I’ll let Mr. Sagan explain that one:
“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.”
– Carl Sagan