#IMWAYR Max & the Midknights

Fans of Big Nate or graduates of the Time Warp Trio will enjoy this medieval misadventure by Lincoln Pierce. At nearly 300 pages it feels hefty in the hand, but reads fast.

10 year old Max and friends set off to save Conrad the Kind King. Their quest features a wicked usurper king, an evil sorceress, a bumbling old wizard, dragons, kindly knights, swords and a tall tower.

I’d say you’d have a hard time deciding where to shelve this book– humor or graphic novel, fantasy perhaps–but once your readers catch sight of it, it’ll never be on the shelf anyway. It’s the kind of book that will be claimed straight from the returns bin.

Happy belated book birthday (1/8/19) to Max & the Midknights by Lincoln Pierce!


#IMWAYR The Remarkable Heart of The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise


coyote sunrise cover


Happy Belated Book Birthday to The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise by Dan Gemeinhart! This new heartprint book was just released on January 8, 2019. 

I’ve caught my breath. I can see again, now that I’ve wiped away the tears. My heart is still swelling full of Coyote’s story though.

Coyote will take her place next to Carly of One for the Murphys, and Opal of Because of Winn Dixie. Her voice is real and raw and compelling.

Lynda Mullaly Hunt’s Mrs. Murphy is the best mom in fiction. Dan Gemeinhart’s Rodeo is far from the world’s best dad…at least on the surface. He’s running away from the tragedy that changed their world and in the process he’s dragged his little girl around rest stop gas stations for years. They’ve driven thousands of miles for a one of a kind sandwich, but he won’t take her home. But while Rodeo’s unconventional, he’s managed to raise an amazing daughter. Coyote has learned from her dad that if you give them the chance and treat them like people, most people want to help you. And so she has become someone who genuinely wants to help others, whether she knows them or not. On the journey home to reclaim what she’s been secretly, silently missing, Coyote meets a handful of other lost and drifting souls and she shows us what can happen if we look into someone’s eyes and truly see them. Gemeinhart’s whole cast of characters is endearing, but Coyote is something special. She’s been taking care of herself…and her father for years. She can navigate cross country, convince strangers to do what she needs, and even drive a bus, but she can’t tell her father she’s sad.

The world is so full of sadness.

The world is so full of goodness.

Come along for the journey on this repurposed school bus. Come meet others who can look past someone’s surface to treat them with kindness and compassion. The world can be sad, but you’ll want to see it through Coyote’s eyes. It’s well worth the trip. We could all use a little touch of Rodeo’s magic.

I find myself hoping to read more about Salvador (Lester and Val, too). Maybe Gemeinhart will consider a set of companion texts similar to Jason Reynolds’ Track series. @MacKidsSL what do you say?


#IMWAYR It’s Monday. What Are You Reading? Lifeboat 12 by Susan Hood

I finished it 20 minutes ago and already I’m plotting how to get Lifeboat 12 into the hands of my 4th grade teachers. Help me with this. Some administrators and parents can be very conservative about what it “appropriate” for elementary readers. Let me try out my case on you, then let me know if you think it’s convincing.

  1. Our 4th graders will be studying historical fiction as a genre this year, followed by a unit on social issues. The mentor texts for both units are set during WWII in the European theater. First they will hear The War That Saved My Life and then Number the Stars. Both books address difficult issues in a way that is both highly engaging and yet gentle enough for young readers. In much the same way that the young boys in Lifeboat 12 awaited Mary’s story installments, this novel in verse will have readers eager to hear the next part of the story. The spare language of the verse means that the story moves quickly. Author, Susan Hood, noted that the white space on each page leaves room for the big ideas lurking there. Between them, these three books provide a more complete sense of what life was like for civilians during WWII. And even though bombs and torpedoes feature prominently in these stories, so do small kindnesses, connections with strangers, and the importance of family and friends. You know…the things that matter to all of us today.
  2. Beyond which, on reflection I notice that in all three stories children become refugees. White children become refugees. Because they are white, no one questions the motivations of them or their families in fleeing danger. It seems natural that families and communities would want to shelter and protect the young and innocent, even when they arrive ragged and dirty. Perhaps if our readers can first experience refugees in a story more akin to a mirror, the experience will feel familiar and able to be honored when the cast of characters are darker skinned or from less familiar points of origin. In other words, maybe caring about Ken and Ada and Ellen will build empathy to help them to care about other young refugees fictional and very real.
  3. This is a true story! Well, it’s based on a true story, including interviews with actual survivors and archival research. Seriously, you couldn’t make this stuff up. When you read the book you won’t be able to miss that Ken is convinced his mum will kill him if he loses his new wool coat. So the honest-to-goodness-true fact that forgetting (and returning for) his coat when the ship was torpedoed saved his life will absolutely amaze readers. Hood found Ken and his trunk of memorabilia from this adventure in his early life almost by accident. She was reading old letters written by a family member during the war. One story lead to another and then…the SS City of Benares, carrying a cargo mainly of children. There are 50+ pages of informational back matter for those who want to learn more.
  4. Although the details related to it are minor ones in the telling of an utterly captivating tale, the idea looms large that “Books are weapons in the war of ideas.” Throughout the novel are mentions of the adventure stories Ken loves to read, the Plane Spotter Guide he had to leave behind when he packed for his journey, and the oral stories of Mary Cornish that gave the children a reason to go on another day as hope wore thin on Lifeboat 12. Not only are books powerful, they can help us to survive and be powerful ourselves.
  5. Plus, did I mention the kids will really like it?


What do you think?

Will my reasons fly with administrators? Should I add it to the official recommended list…or Rebel Librarian that I am, should I quietly book talk it and hand copies to the teachers?

A story of hope (and books)

If you’re reading this, you already believe that books and readers matter. So I’m not telling you anything you don’t know. But in times when it feels like the whole world is losing its mind, it helps to be reminded that you aren’t the only one who believes in the power of reading. Of thinking. Of empathy and building communities and alliances.

Can I tell you a story?

There were more than a few times in the past year when I wondered if I could possibly be the only one who believed. Voices at school fretted that ‘these books’ were ‘too hard’ for young readers. By too hard they meant they were books that might make children feel, think, question, or talk. “Shouldn’t we avoid these books and choose something more appropriate?’ they prodded with authority.

I was flummoxed. And disheartened. And wholeheartedly opposed. But I felt alone and like my one voice was too small.

So I turned to Twitter where my fellow book people reside. I learned of #ProjectLitCommunity and I started to plan for the fall. I got my hands on books from their reading list that would definitely be frowned upon and suppressed in my community. And I wondered how to get them to readers who would feel and think and question and talk…and pass them on.

But I continued to feel alone in the work.

I traveled half way across the country to #ILA18 in Austin. Arriving by myself, I felt alone at first. But speaker after speaker, and conversation after conversation with strangers and colleagues showed me that none of us are alone in this. We may need to reach each other beyond the doors of our classrooms or schools. But we are many and we are dedicated to readers and the lives of children.

Sara Ahmed’s words in my institute Friday and Cornelius Minor’s words in the keynote Saturday reached into my heart and rekindled a spark. Authors fanned the flames with their words on the page and in those rooms. Publishers added kindling with their book buzz and advanced reader copies. Colleagues from CRA (Connecticut Reading Association) listened, shared their resolve and their ideas.

Alas. It was time to return home to stand strong on my own.

As I settled into my seat on the plane, I pulled out the ARC I’d been looking forward to the most: Property of the Rebel Librarian by Allison Varnes. And I began to read. And feel. And think. And question. Until I had to write.

So here I am.

If you believe that books and readers matter, (and if you’re still reading I suspect you do) then this book will make you do the same. We aren’t alone. We teachers and librarians can make a difference by sharing books that help children see themselves and a bigger world, nurture awareness and empathy, books that make their hearts contract with emotion and ultimately expand. And in doing so, we may find that those readers can light up the world!

I have a feeling I may read this copy to shreds, but I have another copy that’s about to embark on a journey. Maybe it will reach you.

This week restored my hope and my resolve. I have dreams…and plans. It turns out, I’m a rebel librarian.

Are you?

#SOL Bumping Into Books

Happy summer slicing!

It’s vacation and a time when I look forward to reading, but books can still surprise us. Today found us at a water park with family–not somewhere I expected to have book encounters.

Early in the day as I walked through one section of the park I noticed a girl sitting huddled over. I glanced back over my shoulder to confirm if I was really seeing it. Sure enough…she was sitting with a kindle. Reading. As bells clanged, fountains splashed, and crowds buzzed all around her. I silently cheered her and continued on with a smile.

Later this afternoon when the heat had settled in and my boys were off on a water slide, I slipped my phone out of my bag and reflexively checked my school email. (I know, but I was working as recently as yesterday and we’re still trying to wrap up book orders.) Was that…? An alert from Kidblog about a post pending approval. I hadn’t seen one of those in a few months since our blogging workshop ended. I clicked over to the site and sure enough, there was a post pending from one of our Reading Ambassadors. At our summer reading kickoff assembly, I’d invited the ambassadors to keep blogging, writing, reaching out about books. And she did! Not only that, when I looked more closely, she’d written three posts today, each reviewing a different book she’s read on vacation. Way to go, Alana!

The final book encounter is the one that touched my heart the most.  My older son is a dormant reader. (He used to read avidly. Required reading assignments, 6-week-long class novels, etc. drove him away from books for a long time.) Last winter I visited R.J. Julia’s, a fantastic independent bookstore in Madison, CT and spent half an hour chatting books with their knowledgeable and friendly staff in the YA section. I came home with three books for him based on their suggestions. I produced them one by one, some with fanfare and others stealthily left near his place at the table for him to bump into. Last week when school finally ended, I had a chance to read one. He still hadn’t cracked the cover. Since then I left it in view, oohed and ahhed about it and pitched it to his brother. Then today, very casually, he mentioned something from the book! He’s not entirely sold yet, but he’s only a few chapters in (it gets good in chapter 5). My heart fluttered hopefully. If Invictus gets him reading again, even a little, I’ll be thrilled.

So there you have it. Three times summer book magic!


Happy Reading!


Something about the light…

Maybe it was the strange glow of the gloaming last night, as if the day was giving up the last of itself before darkness engulfs the world. It was an in between time. A time of possibility. Stillness. The breath before the unknown.

For whatever reason I saw it and it drew me outside for a moment in the bustling time before bed. Some days slip away unseen, but this one glowed red like the ember of something smoldering. Like the sudden, searing news of tragedy that hit unexpectedly close to home yesterday. Like the anger that’s been building from the news over these past days (months, years). The petty discontents of work and life.

Another image loomed in my mind. A calm place far from this, of another more hopeful time when boys and problems were small. Along a different border.

What if…?

And so it sprung forth like Athena, full grown from her father’s head. I pulled my laptop to me and words rushed out. What I thought would be a small scene that would release me from the grip of the gloaming stretched and breathed. Over two thousand words later I came up for air.


The boys were on their way. The journey begun.

And now I could rest.

I closed the screen of the laptop and turned out the light, stretching in the stifling air of the sudden summer. My cheek rested on the cool side of the pillow. But sleep would not come. Instead more thoughts flooded in. Like I’d encountered all the pieces of this puzzle in my life and the relevant ones were threading back to me, disparate, but inextricably linked as though they’d been waiting for this story, this escape.

Minutes ticked by and my head pulsed with the flood of ideas. Wrestled with a code I knew I’d write but couldn’t yet read. Eventually I flipped the lamp back on and pulled my notebook from the drawer of the bedside table. Again words poured out. Instead of a scene, this time it was the map of how the story would unfold. Things they would say. Allusions to another epic journey. Questions about motivation and universal truths. Through it all the parallels piled up. Isn’t it funny how those pieces fit? News. Novels. Family memory and legend. As if those characters were fated to fill those roles.

It’s a summer story. Now I’m ready for summer to begin. There are hundreds of miles and thousands upon thousands more words to go.

Still bits seep out in the light of morning. Breadcrumbs in my notebook to lead the way.

Two ravens stand sentinel.

#IMWAYR It’s Monday. What are you reading?

Project LIT Book Club Edition

If you read my post last Wednesday, you know I’m in the middle of previewing books for our maiden season with Project LIT book clubs. I’m also madly reading because summer book orders are due soon. Here are several titles I’ve read in the past week.


Come Juneteenth by Ann Rinaldi

This story, new to me, of how the slaves in Texas waited an additional two years before learning of their freedom. The author invites us into a family for a decidedly gentle look at the slave experience. Sis Goose, although technically owned and a slave, has been raised since infancy as a member of the family. She is genuinely loved by her adopted parents and siblings, each in their own way, yet not one of them reveals to her that she is legally free.

The characters feel real, although the slavery feels whitewashed. Still I found it compelling enough to read in a single sitting. Because of a romantic relationship and pregnancy as well as passing allusions to “men visiting the quarters” this may be best for middle school readers, though a few of our 5th graders could handle it.

Towers Falling by Jewell Parker Rhodes

When I opened the pages of this book I realized I’d read it before. This mostly gentle story of one Brooklyn girl uncovering what happened on September 11th had left a warm impression with me. Through the first half of the novel I found myself nodding at the messages of acceptance (of others and ourselves), friendship and community, of home being more about our families than our surroundings, and about schools being places to gently probe challenging issues. In it readers can be exposed to poverty, mental illness (likely PTSD), racial or religious intolerance, and one event that has shaped all our modern lives in ways that leave them feeling as though it is possible to survive, even thrive under the weight of them if one has family and friends.

I think many of our readers could read this if they chose to. There is one scene where the 5th grade friends look up a video of the towers falling. Some may be concerned that the mention of it could give readers the idea of searching out video themselves. After thinking about it, I don’t think they will. The characters are so moved by viewing the video, the author conveys the heaviness with which it presses on them. One wishes she could unsee it. I think the effect is that readers will understand the gravity of the event and can witness it at arms length without actually watching people jump from the towers.

Best of all, while the challenges aren’t magically removed in the end, the author does leave readers with a sense of hope. She leaves us with the idea that knowing the truth, while hard, can make room for us to heal.

Escape from Aleppo by N. H. Senzai

This author of Shooting Kabul has once again written a compelling story that, through the experiences of one young Syrian girl, introduced us to the many people and groups who are part of the tangled conflict in her homeland. I must admit that although I’ve known, in a distant sort of way, about the tragedies unfolding in Syria, nothing in the news made it feel as real or as personal as this book.

A young girl is separated from her family during an attack as helicopters drop barrel bombs on her home. The story, which spans about three days, traces her journey to be reunited with them. In the process she meets other children affected by the years of war, encounters rebels, Christians, government forces and a gang in the dangerous streets of the city that has always been her home.

More than anything this story puts a human face to the suffering. I would be comfortable shelving it in my book room for 4th and 5th grade readers, though I would undoubtedly get some pushback for the scariness of the bombings. In some ways it is no more brutally honest than the opening pages of Charlotte’s Web or the travels of Edward Tulane.

Like Vanessa by Tami Charles

This book is most appropriate for readers a little older than mine. At first I didn’t know if I could find a way into the story of a girl from the projects who wanted more than anything to win a beauty pageant. But just under the surface was the truer motivation–she wanted to believe she was worthy of being loved. Abandoned by a mother she could barely remember, invisible to her gruff and constantly working father, Vanessa feels unlovable. It takes her alcoholic grandfather, devoted cousin who’s hiding his own secret, and a new music teacher to show her she is lovable, worthy, talented, and beautiful.

Vanessa’s cousin hides that he is gay because he lives in a community that is intolerant of who he is. Race is an overt issue in the novel. And a local drug-running gang leader is killed (offstage) in a drive by shooting. All of these mature issues make the story real, but best for readers who have already encountered challenging books-or life stories.

Crossover by Kwame Alexander

Although I am an outsider to both basketball and rap, I devoured this story of brothers, of perfect partnership and the forces that pull us apart, of seemingly perfect families with hidden fractures. And of finding our way back to each other.

This will definitely find a home in our section of sports fiction, though I’ll add it to a text set on family relationships when my 4th graders begin their social issues unit. I’ll book talk it to readers who think they can only read books with the fewest pages. The white space around the edges of the page will make it non-threatening and the verse will pull them in. I’ll book talk it to readers who don’t think they like sports books to show them that sometimes the basketball on the cover is just a way of getting at life’s other conflicts–sibling rivalry, jealousy, poor judgment in a moment and regret that lingers. And I will play a recording of Kwame Alexander reading…because who could resist?

You Go First by Erin Entrada Kelly

This novel of feeling alone and out of place, then finding one’s people and oneself is about as middle grade as they come. Two tweens, each facing a life-shifting crisis, forge an unconventional friendship through an online Scrabble game. Her father, as old as her friends’ grandparents, is in the hospital after a sudden heart attack. His parents suddenly announced they’re divorcing. Neither saw it coming. Both are left with big feelings and nowhere to turn. Turns out once they discover they have each other, they each find others closer to home.

I loved the message that it’s OK to be who you are, even if you’re considered a little quirky by others. And while you’re busy trying to avoid judgment…maybe don’t jump to judging others. Friendships change as we grow. It happens, but it isn’t the end. My realistic fiction section is saving a place for this one.


There are two more books waiting on the seat of my car, then it’s time to stock up with another batch. Some of the Project LIT titles weren’t available in my local library so I’ll need to track them down. I’m still looking to read:


  • Ghost Boys by Jewell Parker Rhodes (grades 5+)
  • Sunny and Patina by Jason Reynolds (gr 5-6)
  • The First Rule of Punk by Celia C Perez (grades 3-6)
  • Rebound by Kwame Alexander (grades 5-7)
  • The Stars Beneath Our Feet by David Barclay Moore (grades 5-6)
  • The Parker Inheritance by Varian Johnson (grades 3-7)

I’d already read and loved Amal Unbound by Aisha Saeed (grades 5-6), Wishtree by Katherine Applegate, and Amina’s Voice by (grades 3-7). Those will find homes in our book collection also.

Do you have recommendations of other titles that address issues in a way that honors young readers’ ability to think and their age? I’d love to hear from you.

I Always Wondered When I Read Historical Fiction…

I’ve read countless books about World War II and the Holocaust. Some as early as high school, many since. I always wondered how ordinary Germans, everyday people, could allow such atrocities to occur. Obviously (to me) Jews were equally human. How could anyone be convinced to treat others with such inhumanity on the flimsy claims that they were somehow less-than us?

In books about the Civil Rights Era, how could people have been as callous and ignorant as to think that the color of one’s skin made one somehow better? What arrogance was that to think one life was more valuable than another?

It wasn’t until adulthood that I encountered the existence of American internment camps during World War II. “What?” I asked were they thinking to rip Japanese Americans from their homes because they looked different or because their parents or grandparents might have come from Japan? How could they have thought that herding humans into structures barely worthy of being called barracks in the middle of the desert, behind barbed wire could in any way coexist with our beloved Constitution guaranteeing due process of law to all? I read stories of families trapped in these camps and the sense of isolation, the loss of purpose, agency, independence, liberty to come and go.

Surely I would have done differently. I would have stood up. Spoken out.

In a college course on moral philosophy I learned the concept of moral luck. If we knowingly drive with faulty brakes and cause harm to someone we are morally culpable. Some of us may already be driving with faulty brakes, whether we know it or not. We have the fortune of not being tested. Since we haven’t yet harmed anyone, we haven’t yet fallen into a moral morass. Think of it another way. Those who lived in times and under a government that committed atrocities, like rounding up and imprisoning others in camps without due process or humane conditions, had the bad moral luck to live in such a set of circumstances. We judge them because they faced that moral test and fared badly. We had been fortunate, with the good moral luck not to need to know how we would have handled the complicated circumstances around events like the Holocaust or Japanese American Internment.

Until now.

In the past few days I read a tweet that said essentially, “If you asked yourself what you would have done during the Holocaust, look around. You’re doing it now.”

It was a gut punch.

The news that’s been gradually coming to light not only about children sometimes literally ripped from their parents’ arms at the border and taken has been difficult to hear. As a mother I’m horrified. As a citizen I’m outraged. Learning that the government, our government, plans to build tented camps on or near military bases in which to house children who have been forcibly separated from their families, has left me feeling helpless. And guilty.

Between the end of school, my kids sports events and school concerts, and…life…I haven’t found the time to fully research the situation and figure out where to turn, who to contact, what to yell to the rafters.

All those times I asked myself what German mothers were doing when other people’s children were being enslaved and murdered, I never thought that they were grocery shopping and fitting in laundry so their kids could have a clean uniform for the next day. I never considered that mothers in Seattle and Iowa were paying bills, and nursing sick babies or ailing parents.

Of course those are all things that need to be done. I’m doing some of the same things.

But I also know that I should be standing up. Speaking out.

What will it take to spur me to action? All of us? Because just as moral luck is real, so is the power of many. It has felt doable to join in marches and rallies for science, for women, against gun violence. Others organized those events and gave shape to the actions we could take. Am I waiting for others to be the first to speak out. First is exposed. It’s risky. Yet why should that matter if I believe strongly and firmly, as I do, that taking children from families and placing them in modern internment camps is reprehensible? I could shout it out into the universe, but who will hear? Who do I need to listen? Who has the power to make this stop?

I know, to make lasting change we must go to the ballot box. We will. I will.

But these children can’t wait for midterm elections, or the next presidential election. Who has the power today to stop this abhorrent practice?

If Tweeting and blogging aren’t enough? If notes to my democratic Congresswoman and Senators won’t shift the balance? Must we camp outside of Congress? Must we march to the very gates of these camps? What are we, am I, willing to risk?

Shouldn’t it be everything?

Because one life isn’t worth more or less than another.

These are the events by which history will judge us. The ones by which we will someday judge ourselves.

What do we do?

I’ve said to my son many times, “I will always love you, even when I don’t like your choices.” Today is flag day. I will always honor the ideals on which our country was founded. That doesn’t mean I will always agree with or respect the choices made by the people who represent that country now. It is because I honor the ideals and principles on which it was founded that I must oppose those choices and actions. Maybe that’s the difference between patriotism and nationalism. I hold you to a higher standard because of my love.

This I Believe…Kids Need Books that Look Like the Real World

I’ve discovered the Project LIT Community.

For half this year I’ve been thinking about how capable young readers are of encountering and grappling with challenging topics and issues in books if they’re handled with care.

For half that time I’ve been engaged in a debate with others who think these books are too hard or too dark for our readers.

Meanwhile, in our quiet suburban town with less diversity than we’d care to admit, the children in my school this year have dealt in real life with: the death and terminal illness of parents and caregivers, moving away, ugly divorces, blended families, abandonment, addiction, racism, economic struggle, surgery, heart conditions, and a deadly tornado that caught some in their cars within sight of home but unable to escape witnessing its fury. Those are just the real life issues that I know about in our school community of over 300 children.

They are loved and cared for at home by two parents, single parents, step parents, grandparents, uncles, two moms, and probably a few other arrangements of loved ones.

We have students with emotional challenges, academic challenges and physical challenges…and gifts.

They are loved and cared for at school by all of us. They are our kids.

Our kids impress me every day with their insight and energy, their consideration and carelessness. They are barely five, turning seven, already nine, and passing ten.

They are not carefree vessels to be filled. They are not incapable of understanding. Rather, some of them understand too much. And others, sensing it, wonder.

I am committed to building them a collection of books able to reflect back to them each of their experiences. A collection that can open windows for them to experiences beyond the sheltered ones some adults are sure they live. Stacks of books that act as glass doors, not only revealing the many truths of the outside world, but inviting our kids into the world in meaningful ways.

Childhood is not separate from life. It is the earliest part of life.

Childhood is not the free-est time in our lives. It is the most controlled.

Children are not incapable of thought. They are sometimes shielded from it.

Children do not need to practice now things that will be useful to them as adults. They need to strive now to build the skills that will serve them well throughout their entire lives…including now.

Starting with agency.

I feel strongly that books are a safe place to encounter both the great injustices and the great humanity of the world.  True, some conversations inspired by these books could be difficult–for us as adults. But if our kids trust us enough to broach the subject, we must trust them enough to listen to what they ask and what they share. We can be gentle without sugarcoating. We can be honest without being brutal. Most importantly, we can convey to them that we care and that we will be there for them as they step, however  tentatively or boldly, into issues and books.

And so I read…and read…and read to find the volumes that will speak volumes to my kids. As I turn the pages I think of them. Their faces drift in my mind’s eye. Their stories fill my heart as surely as those of the characters.

So next year, in collaboration with others in our school I will invite readers to join us in reading the kinds of books that open these doors. And we will sit together and talk about the books, about their feelings, about what they thought and what they will do now that these stories are a part of them. We will establish our own chapter of Project LIT Community. I’ve already reached out to our middle and high schools. I proposed that we invite older readers to have the same kinds of conversations, and then to join our elementary readers as mentors and fellow readers to share conversations together.

And so now I read.




On Monday I’ll share several that I’ve read this week, previewing potential titles starting with the ones selected by Project LIT Book Clubs.