Seriously. This is how my Saturday night went. My mom came and picked up the kids so my husband and I could have a well deserved night out. He and a few of our friends had not yet seen The Hunger Games movie, so naturally I was going to see it again. Unlike viewing number one, which had me home at 3:15 a.m., this one allowed for time to grab a late dinner after (because who doesn’t like the $6.50 matinee price for all shows before 6:00 p.m.?). This meant we had a chance to decompress and chat about the movie, the book, wanting to reread Catching Fire and Mockingjay, etc. Where am I going with this?
With The Hunger Games on the brain, I naturally came home and continued reading Pandemonium, Lauren Oliver’s part deux in herDelirium trilogy. Reading in bed until my eyes were heavy, I sailed away in sweet slumber and dreamed of what else but Veronica Roth’s soon-to-be released Insurgent, the highly anticipated (not just by me) second book in the trilogy that began with Divergent. Are you connecting the dots with me? An evening spent in YA lit revelry ended in none other than a YA lit dream. But the joke was on me.
I don’t remember much of the dream other than this. Author Veronica Roth was at a book store doing a signing of Divergent. I waited patiently in line only to get up to the table and show Ms. Roth that yes, I had a copy of Divergent, but she had already signed it (when and where, I don’t know…this is a dream). Not a problem. She matter-of-factly handed me an ARC of Insurgent, signing it first, and I was on my way. And…then I woke up. April Fools.
Ok, so I was briefly disappointed that no such book was in my possession, that my dream self would play such a prank. Then I realized that I was already in the middle of reading three separate books–one on my computer, one an actual book book, and an audio book on my phone–and I realized that I only have four weeks to finish these three books. Insurgent hits shelves on May 1st, and I would like to give myself the “all clear” to commence reading. In other words, I fooled myself again, this time into thinking I wouldn’t have time even if the real Veronica Roth gave me a real ARC of Insurgent to read on this very real April 1st.
This is not the first time I’ve dreamed about a book, but the dreams usually come after reading. Usually, a book that I love, that stays with me long after I have read it, will replay in bits and pieces in my subconscious as I sleep. To dream about getting to read a book before it is released, well, that is brand new, and I credit Roth’s Divergent with that.
It started as a recommendation from a colleague last spring. “You have to read this book,” is all she said. And I read it because Gina is the kind of person you obey when she tells you to read a book. I am glad I did because I loved Divergent, but almost as much as the book itself, I love the role it has played for me this past year.
I started recommending the book myself, to colleagues, friends, students, my grad school cohort (we are studying to be school librarians after all), and even my husband. And if you for some reason have not read Divergent yet, stop reading this blog post right now and go find yourself a copy! Seriously. I’m not kidding. Go!
This book I read last June has evolved into a connecting link between me and so many others in various circles of my life. All of this culminated on February 29th when Veronica Roth visited our school during a very special week called Writers Week. A month later students are still buzzing about her visit, about how nice she was (as she stayed late and signed many many books, Nooks, and programs), how much they enjoyed her presentation, and how excited they are for the May 1st release of Insurgent.
Yes. I am reading three YA books at once. I saw The Hunger Games twice in one week. And I had a dream about Insurgent. But my love of YA literature has quite literally transformed much of my life since June, 2011. I have students blogging about the book on our English department ning. I have friends who never considered themselves readers that now want to talk about books whenever I see them. I even have a husband, who reads everything on Kindle or audio book, who requested his own autographed copy of Divergent when Roth visited our school. There is magic in a shared love of reading. With that I will end this verbose post, call it a night, and invite whatever dreams may come.