Are You A Supreme Reading Wizard?

They say reading is magical. Do you agree? If you do, do you know your magical reading rank? No? Keep reading. Test your knowledge of bookish vocabulary, then rate yourself and find out if you are a supreme reading wizard.

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Bookish Vocabulary

Hopefully, you’ve not had an encounter with a bilbliokleptomaniac, one who has an uncontrollable impulse to steal books.

You are a book lover, so you are probably familiar with the word bibliophile.

It’s possible you are bibliocentric (place great or central importance on printed text.)

If you are a dealer who specializes in rare or curious books, you are a bibliopole.

Do you have a comprehensive knowledge of books and bibliography? Then you are a bibliognost.

A bibliomaniac is a person with an extreme preoccupation with collecting books. You may not have read them, but you have to walk around them.

Are you a librocubicultarist? It’s not a word, but it should be. They form the word from the Latin words for “book” and “sleeping chamber” so it’s a term for people who read in bed. Or it will be. Someday.

If your goal is to be an omnilegent, “reading or having read everything,” you have a very worthy goal and a big job ahead of you.

Image of a female reading wizard or sorceress sitting in the forest. Her head is raised to the sky as if she's laughing and she has a book in one hand and flaming sticks in the other.

What Level of Reading Wizard Are You?

Give yourself one point for each activity you have done. Add up your total points and discover your reading wizard rank below.

You Have

  1. Refused to be friends with someone who doesn’t like your favorite book.
  2. More books in your home than you can read in your lifetime.
  3. Several versions of the same book.
  4. Not enough bookshelf space for all your books.
  5. Enjoyed sniffing books.
  6. Never cracked the spine of a book.
  7. Spent hours in a bookstore.
  8. Missed a conversation/question because of reading.
  9. Hoarded bookmarks that won’t mark your book.
  10. Kept a spreadsheet of every book you own sortable by author, copyright date, print run, and condition.
  11. Recorded the names of people who borrow your books.
  12. Never allowed anyone to borrow your books.
  13. Worn gloves to protect your books.
  14. Held a book funeral for an often read, much loved book that is falling apart.
  15. Stayed up too late/all night to finish a book.
  16. Spent more money on books than food or clothes.
  17. A dedicated room (library) for all the books.
  18. Read more than one book at a time.
  19. Talked about fictional characters as if they were real.
  20. Refused to watch the movie adaptation of the book.
  21. Watched movie adaptations of a book and listed all the ways the movie got it wrong.
  22. Cursed people who write in book margins.
  23. Canceled a planned outing because you hadn’t finished a book.
  24. Had at least one book on your TBR list for more than a dozen years.
  25. Go nowhere without at least one book.
  26. A sleepless night if you don’t read in bed first.
  27. A stack of books you must walk around to move from one place to another in your home.
  28. At least one box of books in your car because you ran out of shelf space.
  29. Carefully peeled price labels off of any physical book you bought.
  30. Written an author to ask when the next book is coming out.
  31. Written more than 3 book reviews.
  32. Reached the end of your TBR list/pile.
  33. Only read physical books.
  34. Read more than a book a week.
  35. A habit of reading both fiction and nonfiction.
  36. Read 4,000 pages (1 million words) this year.

How Did You Rank?

1-6 points Apprentice Reading Wizard

7-12 points Journeyman Reading Wizard

13-19 points Great Reading Wizard

20-26 points Master Reading Wizard

27-30 points Grand Reading Wizard

31-36 points Supreme Reading Wizard

So, how obsessed with reading are you? What’s your reading wizard rank? Did you reach Supreme Reading Wizard? If you enjoyed this post, you might also enjoy “Score Your Reading Super Powers.”

Where Is Your Outrage?

Equality. As one of America’s founding principles, it seems pretty simple, doesn’t it? In definition, it is simple. It is the state or quality of being alike in value. It should also be simple in practice. But often we humans don’t agree on what alike or what value is. For example, there is a national news uproar going on right now about the disappearance and murder of a white woman. And there should be. But she isn’t the only missing and murdered. Where is your outrage for the missing and murdered Native Americans? Do you even know about those women and children?

Image of protest marchers at night holding a banner that reads "justice for missing and murdered native women." where's your outrage?
Howl Arts Collective, CC BY 2.0 via Wikimedia Commons

Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.

Chief Joseph (March 3, 1840 – September 21, 1904)

Facts About Native Americans

Facts about Indigenous Women and Girls

According to the website, nativewomenswilderness.org:

  • Indigenous Women (girls +) murdered 10x higher than all other ethnicities.
  • Murder is the 3rd leading cause of death for Indigenous Women (Centers for Disease Control).
  • More than 4 out of 5 Indigenous Women have experienced violence (84.3%).
  • 56.1% of indigenous women experience sexual violence.
  • 55.5% of indigenous women are physically abused by their intimate partners.
  • Indigenous Women are 1.7 times more likely than Anglo-American women to experience violence. 
  • Indigenous Women are 2 times more likely to be raped than Anglo-American white women. 
  • Murder rate of Indigenous Women is 3 times higher than Anglo-American women.

The Missing and Murdered Indigenous peoples crisis is centuries in the making and will take a focused effort and time to unravel the many threads that contribute to the alarming rates of these cases. But I believe we are at an inflection point. We have a President and a government that is prioritizing this. And we can’t turn back.

Secretary Deb Haaland  

The MMIW Movement

Howl Arts Collective, CC BY 2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

MMIW stands for Murdered and Missing Indigenous Women. The movement traces its roots back to Canada in 2010. That was the year Jaime Black started the REDress project to represent indigenous women and girls that were missing.

In 2012, Sheila North Wilson, coined the hashtag #MMIW.

The movement works to raise awareness of the murdered and missing indigenous women and girls.

It stands for all the missing sisters whose voices are not heard. It stands for the silence of the media and law enforcement in the midst of this crisis. It stands for the oppression and subjugation of Native women who are now rising up to say #NoMoreStolenSisters.

Nativehope.org

In 2013, the U.S. reauthorized Violence Against Woman Act (VAWA). That act gave tribes jurisdiction. For the very first time, tribes could investigate and prosecute felony domestic violence offenses involving Native American offenders on reservations, as well as offenders of other races.

The Government of Canada under Prime Minister Justin Trudeau established the National Inquiry into Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls in September 2016.

Responding to pressure from MMIW advocates, Wyoming Gov. Mark Gordon established the Missing and Murdered Indigenous Persons Task Force in 2019.

In 2021, Biden Administration Secretary of the Interior Deb Haaland announced the creation of the Missing and Murdered Unit within that department. 

Under Reported in the News

How many of the women in the statistics above have you heard about in the news media? Any? Where is your outrage? Feeling any yet?

Even when the news does report these crimes, the coverage is scant.

NBC News featured coverage of the missing and murdered indigenous people recently. Watch the video or read the article.

Look at how long those women were missing. Few of the reports mention they arrested the murderer. And notice how much time and space they devoted to each woman’s individual story.

No Accuracy in the Count of MMIW

There can be no accurate record of past murdered and missing indigenous women and girls in either Canada or the United States. Often the crimes aren’t reported by the families, authorities under report the crimes, or the victims are not identified as indigenous.

No More Stolen Sisters

The founders of Native Womens Wilderness and Indigenous Women Hike came together, and Native artists created this beautiful image to honor our woman and support the campaign. #MMIW is very close to our hearts, through personal experiences and love for our People. Red is the official color of the #MMIW campaign, but it goes deep and has significant value. In various tribes, red is known to be the only color spirits see. It is hoped that by wearing red, we can call back the missing spirits of our women and children so we can lay them to rest. Through our amazing artist @the_tactician and editor @warpartypictures, we chose a turquoise teardrop earring to represent our sorrow and tears. Turquoise is worn for protection by many tribes to ward off evil spirits, but it’s also a symbol of strength and prosperity. May our women and children prosper and be kept safe.

nativewomenwilderness.org

Where is Your Outrage?

The statistics are staggering. They hurt me deep inside. They hurt because the numbers are only a tiny portion of the story. People are the story. Women and children taken from their families. Many of those families do not know what happened to their sisters, daughters, wives, mothers.

Though I have grieved these past six months for my husband, I cannot imagine the grief and pain the loved ones of these people must be feeling. How dare we? How dare we brush this under the carpet, ignore it? What if it was your sister, daughter, mother, aunt, wife? 

Why doesn’t the news and social media report on the MMIV instead of reporting ridiculous COVID conspiracy theories and inaccurate science reports? Instead of misplaced outrage that spread disease, we might actually find some of the missing, convict the criminals who abuse and murder indigenous people. Where is your outrage for the missing and murdered indigenous women and children? Speak up for those without a voice.

A Good Deed Brightens Your Day

I was having one of those Very-Bad-No-Good-Days. One of the worst I’d had in a long while. When along came a total stranger and he turned my day and my attitude around. I’m not just saying that. There is science that shows good deeds and volunteer work reduces stress. I hope the story of a good deed brightens your day will do that for you. It may even inspire you to pay-it-forward.

Image of a rainbow of heart shared from one hand to another a visual representation of a good deed brightens your day

The Day Started Cold

In August 2020, the COVID-19 pandemic was still going strong here in the USA. Because of my husband’s precarious health, we had kept a strict self-quarantine. Those precautions meant we’d both been healthier than we’d been in years. Then came the bad day.

It was chilly outside but still August so I didn’t want to turn on the heat. So we layered up. As all the ladies know, 99% of women’s clothing does not have adequate pockets. Certainly not pockets that would hold even an old iPhone.

I put on one of my husband’s soft, well-worn flannel shirts. Comfy and warm! And it had a chest pocket deep enough for my phone. I wore it all day.

Image of woman in indian print flannel shirt with an iPhone peeking out of the chest pocket.

The Trouble Starts

Our well-trained dogs followed their routine and began pestering me for their evening meal. I bent to retrieve their bowls in order to fill them. One bowl up, no problem. Second bowl—my iPhone went kerplunk into the large and full-to-the-brim water dish.I shrieked and snatched it out of the water as quickly as I could.

I dried it off and let it air dry the inner parts. Then I tried to make a call. I could call out, but the person on the other end of the phone line couldn’t hear me. At all. That person saw my caller ID and called me back.

But I couldn’t pick up their call.

Only One Solution

I tried a couple of other internet tips to dry my phone out. To no avail. I fought panic. Until the pandemic, my husband’s health issues caused him to fall frequently. Rarely could I help him back up by myself. If my son wasn’t available, I had to call 911. That happened about once every two months, even during the pandemic.

I quickly decided there was only one solution. I’d buy a new phone at the store down the street from us. Lo-and-behold, they did not have a single iPhone in stock. The telephone company we used didn’t have any. Nor did any nearby stores. I finally located one iPhone for sale at a store thirty minutes away. I placed an online order for it.

The Next Problem

Then I faced another conundrum. My husband was wheelchair bound. His physical weakness made transferring him into a regular vehicle difficult and dangerous for both of us. We planned to get a wheelchair van, but hadn’t found one yet. And though I rarely left my husband’s side for more than 15 minutes, we decided that his good health and our need for a working telephone out weighed my sense of caution.

So I studied the map (remember, no cell phone) and copied the directions. With both the written directions and a map in the car with me, I took off to an unfamiliar-to-me part of the city.

And Things Got Worse

image of a silver car with a flat tire and a jack ready to be pumped in order to change the tire

I was nearly at the store when I felt the car lurch. Then the flub-flub-flub of a fat tire filled my ears. I was on a busy, uphill stretch of a four-lane divided highway with a curb and no shoulder space. There was nowhere to pull over. I couldn’t call for help. And I had no idea where a gas station was. So, I turned on my hazard lights, moved to the right-hand lane, and slowed waaaay down. Hoping that at the top of the hill, I’d find a station or some place to pull over.

About half-way up the hill, my tire started sounding like parts of it were flapping in the wind. Crap! I slowed even further.

At the top of the hill was a Quick Trip, a convenience store and gas station. It offers no service for vehicles.

Asking for Help

Hoping I could add air to the tire, I pulled in to their lot and parked at the air pump. I should have known. My wheel sat on shreds of the tire. No way it would hold air. No way I was driving anywhere else. And I couldn’t loosen the lug nuts on my own. I’d have to find a phone, call a tow truck, and have them change the tire for me.

Inside the QT, I asked for a telephone and a telephone book. All I got from the teenaged clerk was a blank stare. I explained my cell phone wasn’t working, needed to call a tow truck, and repeated my request. Again with the blank look. I asked to speak to the manager. (No, I did not have AAA.)

A Little Help Better than None?

The manager was a pleasant woman who offered me her cell phone. Thank you, I said, but I don’t know where the closest tow truck or service station is or a phone number to call. She graciously looked up a number on her phone, dialed it, and handed the phone to me. I explained my situation to the person who answered the telephone. The tow service person told me it would be an hour or more before they could “get to me.” I didn’t want to wait an hour fearing my husband would fall and no one would know. I asked the manager if there was another tow service I could call. When she heard how long a wait I’d have, she offered to help me.

As we walked out to my car, she explained she had a bad back and wouldn’t be able to help a lot. Great.

A Good Deed Brightens My Day

Image of a man's hands using a wrench on the lug nuts of a tire

There was a sedan parked next to my car. We reached my car and the man in the sedan got out of his car and asked if I needed help.

The young, red-headed gentleman was in shorts and sandals. He changed my tire quickly and efficiently. Refused my offer to pay him something, or buy something from Quick Trip. He gave me directions to where I needed to go and drove off without even telling me his name.

He acted out of the kindness of his heart. And while he wanted no reward, he earned a ton of points toward many blessings that day.

I got to the store, and after a few issues, finally got my new iPhone and could drive home safely. To my immense relief, my husband hadn’t fallen during my extended absence.

The Moral of This Story

Image of a book opened to the quote "Never underestimate the power of a kind word or deed."

I will remember that young man for the rest of my life. His good heart, his good deed, not only brightened my day but meant I got home sooner. He knew nothing about me, yet lightened my worries. And though I thanked him profusely, I will always feel like I owe him.

He not only helped me in my time of need, he restored my belief in the goodness of people.

I tell this story often because a good deed brightens your day. It reminds me that doing a good deed and being kind brightens yours and at least one other person’s day. And retelling the story brightens even more people’s day. So think about that the next time you’re out and see someone in need. A moment of kindness will last forever. Won’t you brighten the day for all of us? Share your stories of a good deed in the comments.