The Carols of Christmas
Submitter: Here are a couple of poetry books I just withdrew since they haven’t checked out in several years. They aren’t “awful” in content – other Nikki Giovanni and Rod McKuen books still check out here – but the covers were just so groovily early 70s, I had to submit them.
Here’s a link to one of Rod McKuen’s spoken word album poems about a cat. He was well-known as a songwriter as well as a poet and was a Grammy winner – from what I’ve heard, it’s all very mellow and emotional. Check out his Wikipedia article. He’s one of those people who was very popular at one time, but not so much any more.
Holly: I’m not into poetry, and will admit that I’ve never heard of Rod McKuen. Nikki Giovanni, yes. I agree that these covers are too awesome not to post, though! And here’s a link to a Rod McKuen poem called “A Cat Named Sloopy.” I wonder if that’s ‘ol Sloop on the cover.
More Bad Poetry:
To Boldy Go Where No Poetry Has Gone Before
More Celebrity Poetry
Don’t Touch Me, Chrissy
Personal bias alert: I don’t like animals dressed up as people. I think it is weird. That said, if you are into that kind of thing, this is your book. Behold the pictures below. ‘Nuff said.
PS I am extremely interested in how they got these cats dressed and posed without incident.
Crazy Cat Ladies
Basic Baseball Strategy
This caught my eye on the floor between stacks on a busy summer day in my library. There were kids all over the place, since a summer reading program event had just finished. A boy, probably about 10 years old, asked me for books about baseball. I found all kinds of current, fun-looking books with color pictures, but this one had been cast aside. It was sitting on the floor a few feet from the rest of the baseball books.
It’s boring. It’s old. The cover has a black-and-white photograph, but there are no other photos throughout the book. There are cartoon drawings, which would be just fine in a kids’ book if there were more of them, but they’re scattered here and there inconsistently.
The language is complicated, too. I get that there is lingo in baseball, and that’s fine. It just seems like a book written for coaches or high school players, not Little League-aged kids.
It has a few rips and tears here and there, yellowed pages, and a little bit of a musty smell, but boy did they make good bindings back then. The binding is nearly perfect.
NOT GOOD ENOUGH! This needs to be weeded.