Book Fair is drawing to a close, which means I can stop chugging coffee and Diet Coke like it's undergrad. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the Book Fair. It's just utterly exhausting. The mention of the Book Fair bring a wistful look into the eyes of my young adult friends, but I know the darker side of it. The counting of change, ignoring all the money AND kid germs, and hoping everything adds up in the end.
The Book Fair is such a big deal because it's that idea of CHOICE that (some) teachers are terrified of. I'm an advocate of choice - if students don't get to choose what they WANT to read when they're young, will they WANT to read when they grow up? I totally see and value the importance of leveled guided reading groups in the classroom, but I don't think that should be the only thing they're allowed to read. I know if I only read what was "on my level" when I was in grade school I probably wouldn't be a librarian. I also know if I only read what was "on my level" now I'd probably hate reading. I remember the wonder of the Book Fair from when I was young and how excited it made me to get new books that I could "keep forever." If I can get just one student to change their opinion on reading by choosing any book they want from the fair, then the headache is totally worth it. Hopefully I'll be able to reflect more properly over the weekend. For now, it's survival until the end of the fair.
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