HOOPESTON — Starting April 1, Hoopeston Public Library patrons must present a valid library card to check out all items.
Checkouts will not be available on April 9 and 10 because the library will be converting to a new computer automation system. However, the library will be open for other services including computer use, photocopying, faxing and the use of the reading areas.
Sometimes plans just don't work out the way we had planned. Even in making our reading selections, we can be surprised in a story's layout, characters or conclusion. A couple of weeks ago, I brought home a stack of books that I thought had an exciting thriller component to the story line. The first book I picked up to read was "Bent Road" by Lori Roy.
In Kansas, near the end of World War II, Jack's mother dies. His father, off at war, has Jack sent to a military school for boys in Maine. There, Jack meets "the strangest of boys" whose name is Early Auden. So begins "Navigating Early" (Delacorte 2013) by Clare Vanderpool (Newbery Winner 2011 — "Moon Over Manifest").
Holy men gather
White smoke billowing in Rome
Il Papa is new
— Mike Knoke, Champaign
There's an old country-western song with the refrain, "That's what happens when two worlds collide," and in this poem by Bruce Guernsey, who divides his year between Illinois and Maine, we see a near collision between two worlds.
I'd see these kids
huddled like grouse
in the plowed ruts
in front of their shack
"King of the Class" is one reason why I love independent publishers: They give new authors with an amazing story a chance to be heard.
bursts into bloom overnight;
I smile too.
— Brenda Pacey, Paxton
Fifteen-year-old Younis is injured and orphaned when a U.S. military raid gone awry hits his village in an unnamed Muslim country that resembles Afghanistan. With the aid of an international relief organization, he is sent to the United States, where he is assigned to a well-meaning but rather clueless foster family in Pittsburgh, Pa.
This kite-flying poem caught me right up and sent me flying as soon as Robert Gibb described those dime-store kites furled tighter than umbrellas, a perfect image. Gibb lives in Pennsylvania.
Come March we'd find them
In the five-and-dimes,
Furled tighter than umbrellas
About their slats, the air
In an undertow above us
I have been a regular reader of graphic novels for many years, but I still never cease to be amazed by the variety within the genre.