Whither Booklandia

A repost of the explanation of where the site name comes from! (first published in 2006)

Since I finally caught up on my reading list book backlog, I thought I would take the opportunity to explain to you about my royal title. Despite what you may have thought, it is not just an affectation that I have assumed. I was actually crowed Queen of Booklandia at the tender age of nine, on June 12, 1987. Here’s the deal:

When I was in third grade, my elementary school ran a school-wide reading program, around a medieval theme. The program rules were pretty simple and went something* like this – every time you read a (chapter) book, you went to the library and filled out a form/minor book report. The librarians kept track of each report and counted them towards your final title. That’s right, title. If you read 0-10 books you were a names peasant, 10-20 a squire, then knight, lady, etc. all the way to royalty. At the end of the year there would be a big feast/celebration, and everyone would get their various titles.

Now, as a proud American, I find this whole artificial class system appalling. But as a third grader it ROCKED, because when all was said and done, yours truly was crowned Queen. And it was a select crowd, too. My friend [name omitted to protect her royal highness’s privacy – the paparazzi can be so dreadful] was named the only other living Queen of Booklandia (OOLQOB), and one boy was named king. And he was a fifth grader!! His name was possibly Pat – the OOLQOB and I were unable to reach agreement on this point at our last royal conference. Needless to say, it was pretty awesome for two little third graders to smoke all those big kids’ butts (and not, say indicative of what a super big nerd I was in third grade). We got to sit at the head of the feast table, and wear crowns and everything. And I think we both read, like a hundred books, too. So, when I was casting around for names for my book blog I thought that it would be fitting to go public with my royal past, and name my blog accordingly.

Now, just in case you have decided that I am the world’s biggest loser for letting an elementary school achievement loom so large in my legend, let me explain that there is a very good reason that this particular day had stuck with me for the past eighteen years. While it was pretty cool to become royalty, something even more important happened later that night. Right after attending the feast, my Mom checked into to the local Hospital, and came home with my baby brother! That’s right – my (totally awesome, way cooler than me, best in the whole world) brother was born on June 12, 1987, making it one of the greatest, and most memorable days of my life!

And that my friends, is the story of Booklandia, and how I came to be its ruler. Pretty awesome, right?

*Which is to say, I can’t exactly remember. It was third grade.

© Carrie Dunsmore 2017