May 18, 2008

The Summer Blog Blast Tour: The Fabulous LaFevers


Welcome to the 2008 Summer Blog Blast Tour at Finding Wonderland!

We were awfully taken with Cybils Sci-Fi/Fantasy Nominee Theodosia and the Serpents of Chaos. It's a novel with mystery, magic, adventure, sinister villains, cool Egyptian artifacts, a moody Victorian London setting, cool cover art and—perhaps most important—an inquisitive and indomitable heroine. Theodosia Throckmorton is brave and intelligent, and like many of us writers, she's also an observer. Through Theo's eyes, author R.L. LaFevers brings this rollicking tale of intrigue and magic to life.

When she's not wearing her author hat, R.L. LaFevers is also a professional cheerleader! Only, without the flippy skirt and the pom-poms, Robin relies on her experience in the publishing industry to gives encouragement and support to introverted authors. Together with fellow author Mary Hershey, in 2007 this busy lady launched Shrinking Violets Promotions, and the website tagline says it all: Marketing for Introverts.

It's no surprise that we were eager to interview this author, and we're thrilled to death that she agreed to answer our questions! So, without further ado...



FW: First off, it's important to ask how far along you are with the SEQUEL to Theodosia and the Serpents of Chaos. Reader greed is perking here: just how long do we have to wait?

Theodosia and the Staff of Osiris is all done and will be out Nov. 1, 2008, only a few more months! I’ll be signing ARCs at BEA and will begin posting teaser chapters on the Theodosia website beginning in September. So not too much longer!

FW: And please join us in applauding wildly for the world wide web debut of the new Theodosia cover art! (Please note that all cover art is used courtesy of Houghton-Mifflin, all rights reserved.) YAY! Wow! This is GORGEOUS! Illustrator Yoko Tanaka rocks the house! Thank you very much for letting us say YAY with you! Now, back to our prying questions...

Edgar Stilton, the most junior curate in the Museum is a lightning rod for the weirdness that goes on there… Theodosia's noticed. Can you drop a hint about Edgar? Will we see him again? Is anyone else like Theodosia naturally? Are you?


Ah, Edgar Stilton. I just adore Edgar. And yes, readers will be seeing him again. He has an even bigger part to play in Theodosia and the Staff of Osiris. There is much more to Edgar than meets the eye.

As for your question as to whether or not anyone is like Theodosia, and more specifically, am I like Theodosia, I would have to answer with a qualified yes. Kids have amazing powers of observation and are still highly in tune with their own gut instincts. They often “see” or sense things that most grown ups miss. They haven’t gotten around to shutting down or ignoring large parts of their own experience if it doesn’t logically fit in with their preconceived ideas of reality or logic. It’s one of the reasons I love writing for children.

When I was a kid, I could always tell if someone had been in my room while I was gone, even if nothing had been disturbed. I could walk into a room where everyone was cheerful and pleasant and would KNOW that there was deep animosity between them. I can feel when someone is looking at me, and 90% of the time I know who is on the phone when it rings.

The thing is, when I do school visits and I ask the kids these same questions, a huge majority of them raise their hands indicating they’ve had similar experiences. But most adults discount this sort of sensory input or method of “reading” the world. And I thought, wouldn’t it be fascinating to read about a kid whose ability to do that was actually critically important? And in fact, maybe even instrumental in keeping the adults around her safe? Thus Theodosia was born.

FW: (See, that phone thing! I do that too! I knew there was a reason I really loved Theodosia. That's a really cool premise for a novel! - Tad)

Theodosia bears a resemblance to other Victorian-inspired heroines of children's literature: Philip Pullman's Sally Lockhart, the girls from Joan Aiken's Wolves of Willoughby Chase. What drew you to writing about this type of character? Who are some of your writing influences?


Many of my early reading influences were British, C. S. Lewis, E. Nesbitt, Lewis Carroll, Tolkien. Frances Hodgson Burnett. However, what drew me to Theodosia’s character were the reasons I stated in the above question: wanting to write about a girl who could sense things—vitally important things—that the adults around her couldn’t. Then I had to work backwards from there. What sort of environment would lend itself to creating the most conflict for a girl with these abilities? What sort of culture would provide even more conflict by stifling her or curtailing her freedom – both to move about and be heard? Then once I realized her parents would be Egyptology specialists, I had to set the book in a time when exciting finds were still being made.

FW: Do you remember the first words of Theodosia that you wrote? Did you change them, or did the first scene remain mainly the same? What sparked your interest in Egyptology?

I studied the small black statuette in front of me, wrinkling my nose slightly when I finally caught a whiff of the curse it contained. “Aha! I knew it!” I said, speaking out loud in my excitement. My words clattered around in the cavernous room before dissipating into the air and floating away in a swirl of dust motes.

Curses have a particular smell to them. It’s a subtle smell, and it can take a while to zero in on it, but once you’ve experienced the smell of ancient magic, you never forget.


Those are the first words of Theodosia that I wrote. And while I did begin the book with her sensing the curse on the statuette, I created a lot more context around it. My first drafts tend to be fairly bare bones—get the juice of the story down, then go back and fill in around it.

My interest in Egyptology has always been strong. Also, it seems to me that the Egyptian practices are the foundation for so many of the subsequent magical disciplines and theories, that it just seemed the biggest well to draw from.

FW: Writing a novel in the Victorian setting yet from a modern perspective surely required a huge amount of research. What were some of the resources you used to fill in the vivid details of Theodosia's world?

Books that I found invaluable:

  • Inside the Victorian Home by Judith Flanders

  • A New England by G. R. Searle

  • What Jane Austen Ate and Charles Dickens Knew by Daniel Poole


A website that was particularly helpful was: Victorian London.
And then, of course, Google. My personal best friend.

FW: Let's talk writing challenges. Was it difficult to maintain consistency of tone and Victorian use of language while also writing a book that would appeal to contemporary readers?

You know, initially there weren’t a lot of challenges with this book — it was simply a “just for fun, just for me” project. Since writing is my favorite form of recreation as well as my job, I often have different projects going. At the time, I was working under contract on a trilogy, and Theodosia was my “down time” project. So I didn’t really think in terms of challenges while writing the book, but more like trying to solve a puzzle. It was my muses’ playground, so if it became hard, I let it go for a while and came back to it when I’d figured out how to make it fun again. The entire first couple of drafts were fairly stress free, and by the time I was done with those, the story had sort of “set” and it was either going to work as is or not. Of course, once I realized it was something I wanted to submit, it required a bit of shaping and polishing.

I did do a bit of juggling with the tone and language of the book. I heard Theodosia’s voice very clearly in my head, and early on I decided since I was writing historical fantasy rather than non-fiction, or even historical fiction, my aim was to evoke the time period rather than faithfully recreate it with 100% accuracy. I was very careful to consult with dictionaries and etymology guides to be sure that the words she was using were in fact in use at the time, as I wanted to avoid glaring anachronisms. However, while she speaks somewhat more formally than we tend to do today and she uses language and words that are true to her time, I also wanted her voice to be accessible to modern readers. If there were choices that had to be made between recreating true Victorian speech or making her accessible, accessible won. My own feeling is, when I am telling a story, everything I choose to include or use must serve that story, rather than the story serving as a vehicle for historical accuracy, or a thematic lesson of some sort.

FW: Theodosia and the Serpents of Chaos contains elements of adventure, mystery, history and fantasy. Did you set out to write a book of a particular genre? What was the germ of the idea that became this book—what inspired you to write it? Did its crossing of genres make the process of finding a publisher difficult?

I actually didn’t set out to write a book combining all these elements. I knew it would be a historical fantasy and that was about it. The germ of the idea was that ancient artifacts still had magical power clinging to them, and there was a lone girl who had the ability to sense this. And I wanted her to have a grand, sweeping adventure—like so many boys in children’s literature get to have.

I don’t know that this mix of genres made it hard to find a publisher. I do know that a number of editors who read it loved a lot of things about it, but there was always one thing that held them back. One publisher wanted Theo to be American, another felt she wasn’t vulnerable enough, and yet another wanted more historical detail and setting. But I wasn’t comfortable making those changes. Then my agent had recently met Kate O’Sullivan from Houghton Mifflin, and decided she would be a good match. She was (and is) The Perfect Editor for Theo and me.

FW: You've written several other novels, including The Falconmaster, which is an old favorite. Do you think you'll ever revisit historical fantasy fiction? What else (other than the next Theodosia) are you working on now?

I actually think I’ll focus more and more on historical fantasy, mostly because of the type of fantasy elements I prefer to write about: fantasy that has its roots in historical truths. History is so rich with the elements we consider fantastical today, that I like to go back and play with those. The thing is, what we consider “fantasy” today, was actually believed by earlier cultures and societies as truth or explanation or scientific discovery. By using these threads and expounding on them, I feel like it grounds fantasy in reality and gives it more of a “that could really have happened” feeling to it. Plus I just adore history. My husband teases me and says I only write fiction so I’ll have an excuse to do research!

In addition to beginning Theodosia Three, I’ve just finished up a chapter book about a young boy who is sent to live with a distant cousin of his father’s, and finds himself thrust into all sorts of new adventures. It takes place in the 1920s, before much of the current political climate and turmoil, so it’s historical as well.

FW: That sounds exciting! You mention on your blog that you're not a fan of the idea of writing every day, and wrote that early in your career you were juggling parenthood as well. What has changed about your writing process? What is, for you, a successful writing day?

You know, I’m really not a fan of writing every day and I get rather tweaked when I hear people say you have to write every day to be a “real” writer. Well, that works for them, and hallelujah, I say. But it doesn’t work for everyone, and I strongly feel that everyone’s process is individual and has to work for them. I do think, in the very beginning especially, it’s important to commit to regular writing time in order to build some discipline and stick-to-it-iveness, which are hugely important in any writing career. But writing regularly can also mean devoting large chunks of time on the weekends, or devoting your entire summer to writing. It doesn’t have to be butt in chair every day.

I mean, think about it. So many transformative, creative processes require stewing time, or fermenting time, or even gestating. Pick which terms work for you, but the point is that sometimes a quiet, fallow mind is needed for the ideas to fully develop. Forcing yourself to write daily—if it’s not a natural part of your process—can interfere with that.

When my kids were younger, I wrote every day, many times a day. When they were napping, while I “watched” soccer practice, when they watched a video. However, the truth is, writing in snatches like that lets you develop some writing skills, but not others. I think sometimes it can be hard to go deep in those circumstances, to really immerse yourself in the world you’re writing about. Which can be a big drawback. As the kids got older I ended up with bigger, more solid chunks of writing time, which allowed my writing to grow further.

A successful writing day involves rolling out of bed, grabbing a cup of coffee and heading over to my writing spot—a rocking chair in our living room that looks out over the valley. I’m barely awake, but my subconscious is feeling very chatty due to all the good down time it had during the night. I usually write by longhand or on my Alpha Smart, whose keyboard is more comfortable for me than a laptop. Plus, there are no distractions such as email or the internet. A good day means six to eight pages in that morning burst, then maybe another page or two during the day when something else occurs to me. Depending on the project, I’ll spend the later part of the day on research or polishing what I already have or, quite often, working on plotting out what comes next and refining that in more detail.

My absolutely favorite part of writing is when the idea first begins forming and I get to play with it, massage it, watch it grow. It reminds me so very much of being a kid and playing in that fully imagined way that kids do. I love it.


FW: How did you and Mary Hershey come up with the idea of Shrinking Violet Promotions? If you could only give one piece of advice to introverted writers out there, what would it be?

Mary Hershey and I had many conversations (whine sessions, really) talking about how critical author promotion seemed to be and how difficult it was for us, both of us being introverts. As we talked and strategized and gnashed our teeth, we commented that we couldn’t be the only ones having this difficulty. The majority of authors, after all, are introverts. Too bad there wasn’t a support group for us introverted writers struggling with the concept of book promotion. We looked at each other for a long moment. Duh. We realized that we should start one, and that it would be a great way to give back to the writing community at large since we both feel very strongly about how incredibly generous and supportive the writing community has been to us.

My one piece of advice to introverted writers would be this: Don’t feel you have to do it all. Pick three areas you can comfortably manage (a website, printing up bookmarks, and volunteering for your local SCBWI chapter, say). As you become comfortable in those duties (and you will) then later you can find stretch goals for yourself. But whatever you do, don’t risk letting promotional duties kill your creative drive.

FW: We're enormously grateful that you've stopped by. This has been both fun and informative, and we're grateful for the support system you've set up for writers like us. Also, we can't wait to get our hands on your next book! Thank you so much for your time! We wish you the very best as you continue to write amazing, entertaining, arresting and absorbing young adult books.


Don't go too far! This party is just getting started. There's nothing like the smell of sunblock and books in the summertime, so slide on your sunglasses and keep reading.

More author and illustrator goodness can be found on blogs all across the 'sphere today; check out these links for more 2008 SBBT Monday goodness:


Adam Rex @ Fuse #8,
David Almond @ Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast
Dave Schwartz @ Shaken & Stirred
Elizabeth Scott @ Bookshelves of Doom
Laurie Halse Anderson @Writing & Ruminating
Susan Beth Pfeffer @Interactive Reader.



Mad props go to Colleen of Chasing Ray for organizing the Kidlit Blogging Fabulosity all over again into the blog-blasting beast it periodically becomes. Thanks, Colleen!

May 16, 2008

Blasting OFF!!!!

...They're Authors. Illustrators. Both. They're professional, funny, introspective, irreverent, bold. Bright. Some of the best of young adult literature interviewed and honored by some of the best in the kidlitosphere. It's the 2008 Summer Blog Blast Tour and once again,
It's All About the Books!


Adam Rex, David Almond, R.L. Lafevers, Dave Schwartz, Elizabeth Scott, Laurie Halse Anderson, Susan Beth Pfeffer, Ben Towle, Sean Qualls, Susane Colasanti, Robin Brande, Debby Garfinkle, Delia Sherman, Ingrid Law, Polly Dunbar, Tera Lynn Childs, Siena Cherson Siegel, Elisha Cooper, Dar Williams, Jennifer Bradbury, E. Lockhart, Mary Hooper, Varian Johnson, Jincy Willett, John Grandits, Meg Burden, Gary D. Schmidt, Javaka Steptoe, and maybe more...


...COMING NEXT WEEK TO A BLOGOSPHERE NEAR YOU!

An Agreeable Destruction


Last week I mentioned that I am living sandwiched between construction projects -- the roof seven stories above me, and the demolition across the street. As much as I find the noise and dust intrusive, I expect it's nothing compared to how intrusive the elementary school across the block must find it. It looked, this morning, like the teachers had all finally given in to the lure of the big machines, and brought the kids over for a squint.

About seventy five kids - between the ages of first and fourth grade - got to march out from their classroom, cross the street, eel up the sidewalk and line up at the fence that separates their playing field from the construction site. The workers seemed a bit nonplussed for a moment, and there was a pause and a helmet-to-helmet consultation between hard-hatted gentlemen, probably asking one another what was meant to happen next. Then, with almost visible shrugs, they went back to work. They fired up the Caterpillar and pulled down some I-beams.

CRASH!

Engines whined. Metal shrieked. Children jumped around and screamed. It was enormously satisfying noise, wanton destruction, large machine maws gaping and crunching and metal sheeting crumpling like construction paper. The applause and cheers of the audience rose. Something that was meant to be destroyed was going down big time. Joy was uncontained.

Perspectives on destruction vary as we age. Perhaps it's because the older we get, the more we know enough about loss. Little kids are gleeful to knock down blocks and kick over sandcastles, but just a little bit older, and the inexorable march of the tide brings desperate wailing, moat digging, and shrieks as the sandcastles go back out to sea. It's hard to see things destroyed without reverting to the nostalgia of when they were new. Maybe most of us hold on tightly to what is, knowing the transient nature of circumstance, sensing the breathless balance of life against the razor-edged teeth of disaster, we've learned to be prepared at all times to mourn.

Is that any way to live?

Another Postponement of Destruction

Banging out the kitchen door, I kicked

before I saw it a thick glass baking dish

I'd set outside for dogs the night before.

It skidded to the top step, teetered, tipped

into an undulating slide from step

to step, almost stopped halfway down, then lunged


on toward concrete, and I froze to watch it

splinter when it hit. Instead, it kissed

the concrete like a skipping stone, and rang

to rest in frost-stiffened grass. Retrieving it,

I suddenly felt my neck-cords letting go

of something like a mask of tragedy.

I washed the dish and put it in its place,

then launched myself into a rescued day.

-- by Henry Taylor from Understanding Fiction: Poems 1986-1996, Louisiana State University Press, ©1996



If you want more of Henry Taylor's particular kind of poetic brilliance, here are a handful more from the Beltway Poetry Quarterly. Two Writing Teachers are hosting the Poetry Friday extravaganza today, please stop by.


The Weekly Standard talks poetry today, rolling words on its tongue with a languid, liquid verbosity -- viva la agenbite!

May 15, 2008

Toon Thursday: While We're on the Subject...

In our writing group this week, we've been talking a lot about flashbacks, and the thought-provoking post from Tami Brown at Through the Tollbooth has given us a lot of food for thought...as well as fodder for cartoons:



But enough about me. (You'll get MORE than enough about me if I ever get around to doing that meme...) Don't forget to go visit Jackie of Interactive Reader at her guest blogging gig on ForeWord--she's got some thoughtful musings up there about why we read blogs, and what keeps us reading.


A few tidbits from Jen Robinson: Did you know that this week is Reading Is Fun Week? I'm sure this is one of the many things I was briefly aware of and then forgot, so I'm glad that Jen reminded me. Don't miss the Athletic Book List the folks at Reading Is Fundamental have put together. Also, take a gander at Jen's 6 P's of Book Appreciation--it truly made me stop and think about what makes ME pick up a book and keep reading it. I agreed with a lot of what Jen said, especially with respect to the fact that it's VERY guilt-inducing to have a book lent to you and then not have enough interest in the premise to want to pick it up.


In fact, I have a nice handful of books on my shelf that people have lent me--some of which I maybe should read--but I can't quite summon the motivation to crack open: Sarah by JT LeRoy, State of Fear by Michael Crichton, The Last Kingdom by Bernard Cornwell, Living History by Hillary Clinton. Actually, the only one I feel like I "should" read is the latter, but I do get consumed with guilt that somebody wanted my opinion on a book and then I've just been letting it languish, unread. What books are languishing unread on your shelves?

May 14, 2008

I Can Count Them On One Hand

Five Things: brought to you by Kelly, who felt she should share the joy. Since A.Fortis is working her head off today, I'll take one for the team.

What were you doing five years ago?

Wow, 2003. I was living in Santa Rosa and driving a very long way to Oakland to my first year of grad school. I was reading Tim O'Brien's The Things They Carried and doing a lot of wincing as it by turns horrified me and blew me away with its consistent and descriptive narrative style.

What are five things on your to-do list for today (not in any particular order)?

  • Untangle this chapter's plot knots currently strangling my manuscript,

  • See if that weird wet spot on the floor in the guest room is still there, and find out what caused it,

  • Shop for lightweight walking shoes (sandals),

  • Call the chick from the Property Bureau (actual name of company) and arrange to see flat,

  • Scrub the bathtub and finish the wash.


(Yes. That's my VERY exciting life. Aren't you glad you asked?)

What are five snacks that you enjoy?

  • Ryvita crackers - just about any kind,

  • Dry Kashi Lean cereal, (Stop laughing)

  • 84% Dark chocolate and crystallized ginger

  • Watermelon drizzled with lime juice and sprinkled with cinnamon (Seriously)

  • random juice bars



What five things would you do if you were a billionaire?

  • Buy land on the West Coast and build a straw bale or a passive house

  • Keep bees and goats and make candles and cheese if I felt like it, otherwise write,

  • Open a summer camp for homeless and foster kids (and hire my mother),

  • Pay off my college debt, and the school debt of my immediate family,

  • Set up a philanthropic fund which invested so that it was making money while giving it away to people who want to go to school.



What are five of your bad habits?
Really, we could go all day with this one.

  • Biting my nails,

  • Being snappish with people I consider stupid,

  • Considering people stupid (Being critical),

  • Worrying too much about ridiculous things,

  • Not enjoying myself



What are five places where you have lived?

  • San Francisco, CA

  • Healdsburg, California

  • Deerpark, California

  • Pacheco, California

  • Glasgow, Scotland



What are five jobs you’ve had?
Only the semi-abnormal ones are any fun...


  • Strawberry weeder, My first job, 6th grade

  • House cleaner, For an elderly woman down the street, 8th-10th grade

  • Program Director and Rodeo Clown (summer camp, six years of this)

  • Laundry supervisor

  • Senate reporter (college paper)



The next question is which five people am I tagging... I'm not tagging five people; I've seen this around and know everyone's done it... except maybe Little Willow. And you?

May 13, 2008

Fiction with Fangs

...presented by TadMack and a. fortis for your reading pleasure.

a. fortis: I have to start off this post by saying that I am not a huge fan of vampire books. I’ve read some of the requisite classics like the Anne Rice quartet, as well as some modern-day popular series like the Twilight books. But there have really only been one or two vampire novels that had me jumping up and down, which is why I found :01 First Second’s recently-released books about bloodsuckers so…er…refreshing.

TadMack: I'm not much on vampires, either. First up, I came to the whole Joss Whedon thing late. As in, REALLY late. As in, I was in grad school and met a fellow Mills-ite who was doing her thesis on something like 'postmodern feminism, the transgressive woman warrior and the eradication of patriarchy in Buffy the Vampire Slayer.' And I thought, What? Seriously?

Yes. Seriously. And BTVS is a nuanced and multilayered – and completely ridiculous and humorous – piece of television history that was well worth her critical analysis. At her urging, I watched episodes (still not all of them yet) of the show, laughed at the dialogue, examined the themes, and got a kick out of the whole thing.

But tortured, bleached-blond, undead dudes aside, I still am not into vampires. Much.


a. fortis: Yes, all discussion of hotties aside…and pushing aside our biases…we thought we’d share with you what First:Second has been up to vampire-wise, along with a few other bloodsucker tales which have had us… uh…drooling.

Life Sucks, by Jessica Abel (of La Perdida fame), Gabe Soria, and Warren Pleece, introduces us to Dave. Dave works in an all-night convenience store, gets made fun of for being vegetarian, and has an enormous unrequited crush on Rosa, a cute Goth girl who hangs out at the juice bar next door. Doesn’t sound too abnormal…until you throw in the fact that he’s a vampire. Refusing to drink human blood makes him…well, a bit of a weenie in the vampire social circles.

Plus, his Romanian boss (and vampire master) is your typical convenience store mini-tyrant, shouting at his hapless employees in a thick accent and then going off to play cards with his old-country pals in a cigar-choked back room. But Dave’s coping, more or less, and his roommate, a childhood friend, is down with his alternative lifestyle. And then…Dave’s potential love interest catches the eye of Wes, a mildly homicidal, ultra-competitive, surf-crazy vampire with a taste for human blood. This book was nicely drawn, well-written, and has a great sense of humor. Don’t miss the hilarious debate about the logic of vampire myth vs. vampire reality—cracked me right up.

TadMack: Vlad Dracul Magnet School is the one the folks in New Sodom, Massachusetts, don’t talk about. It’s private, and the kids at Cotton Mather High and Our Lady of Perpetual Homework steer clear. Cody Elliot would like to steer clear of everyone in that state of Massachusetts, and make his way back to California, thanks. They’ve just moved to New Sodom, and his Mom hates it, he hates Cotton Mather, and the only one who’s happy is his Dad, who has the opportunity to be a partner in his new firm. Cody knows he has to do something to shake his father out of his blind happiness, so he devises a cunning plan to force his father to let them all go home. Though it takes a lot of work, he’s going to flunk every single class at Cotton Mather.

Wish that had worked. All it accomplishes is to encourage Mr. Elliot to pull his son out of public school… and at Vlad Dracul, boy do Cody’s grades improve. Fast. But…why?

Douglas Rees wrote Vampire High as a quick-paced satire that manages to be slyly funny while looking past the surface of human nature, honor and ambition, and what motivates us. It's all about high school -- really.


a. fortis: A book that’s sure to draw in younger readers and entertain older ones with its lush artwork and charming stories is Little Vampire, by Joann Sfar (a name some will recognize from this year’s Cybil award winner, The Professor’ Daughter). Little Vampire contains three short graphic stories starring, well, a little vampire boy, along with his flying red ghost dog Phantomato, his human friend Michael, and an array of silly, scary, and wonderfully drawn monster characters. The stories deal with simple, classic themes of childhood, and without being didactic, express ideas of family, friendship, loyalty, tolerance, and patience. But with monsters. It was honestly so funny and charming I wanted to cry. And there’s something very French about it, too. The artwork is fabulously cacophonous and perfectly suited to the stories. To tell you the truth—this might be the one I end up reading again and again.


I just re-read what is possibly my favorite vampire book (and one of my favorite books, too, though that’s a very long list)--Sunshine by Robin McKinley. I’ll let TadMack’s review speak for itself, but I’ll also add that this is the book that inspired me to try baking yeast bread for the first time. Strange, but true. (The main character, Sunshine, is a baker in a coffeehouse.) I love that the book’s setting is sort of an alternate version of our own world, only with magic and magical Others--like vampires, were-animals, and demons. And there’s been a war with the Others, so it’s not like everyone gets along fabulously. In fact, Special Other Forces exist to hunt down Dark Others and prevent them from harming humans. Of course, nothing’s really quite that simple, and when Sunshine meets a vampire under unusual circumstances, her view of the world changes completely. If you haven’t read this one, YOU HAVE TO. Period.

TadMack: Sunshine is really well-written, and Robin McKinley, as she expertly balances tension and momentum in her plotting, could make a grocery list sound swell, so there’s much to like. At heart, Sunshine is a very edgy romance, completely UN-run of the mill, and, well, perfect because it is not like the rest. I’ve read a lot of books that include vampires, and usually… well, there’s a lot of eye-rolling. They cater to the transitory wish that many people have to be on their backs (*ahem*) and helpless about their fate – thus being more readily able to accept and embrace someone else being in control. McKinley only briefly goes there – and then moves away, while most vampire storylines wallow. To which I say a hearty, “Yuck, maybe?” None for me, thanks. If I’m going down bleeding? There will be no passive quivering. I’m going down with a sharpened stake in my hand.

I have what is commonly called A Bad Attitude, which is why I’m so fond of novels in which humans resist vampires. And win.

Helpless? Us? No freakin’ way!

Vivian Vande Velde keeps the pace fast and the tension high, and the nightmarish insanity constant. Companions of the Night is an oldie but definitely a goodie.

Romance is de rigueur for vampire tales, but Kerry Nowicki is just going to the Laundromat – not the place where big romance happens, except in sitcoms. In Kerry’s case, it’s duty that brings her – her four year old brother, Ian, has had enough people let him down since their Mom left – and took the washer and dryer -- last year. Dad’s asleep, and Kerry has her Learner’s permit, so she drives to the Laundromat to pick the stuffed koala bear Ian left behind earlier that day. It’s a college town, so it doesn’t matter that it’s eleven o’clock – the Laundromat is open and the bear is there somewhere. It’s just that there are some other people there, too – adults. And they’ve got a college student tied up, beaten and bloody. They swear he's a vampire. Kerry takes a desperate gamble and helps him escape.

That should have been the end of the story.

But it never is, is it?. No good deed goes unpunished, and Kerry’s life turns into one long fall into the dark. I won’t give anything else away, except to note that this novel frames one of the fundamental questions of dealing with vampires: will befriending one find for you the love of your life? Or be the end of it? A novel about life, death, love -- and choice.

Oh, all right. I can see some of you rolling your eyes at my Attitude. Yes. Vampires, according to the lore, trump humans, every time. Outside of that weird counting tic they have (seriously. That dude on Sesame Street? Only resisted sucking all the other Muppets dry because he was forever counting. Think about it.) and the whole daylight/stake-in-heart/garlic/iron holy symbol thing, they’re unstoppable, and a modern vampire? Forget about it.


a. fortis: I totally agree about the Count, by the way. It's like smokers, when they quit smoking by turning to chewing gum. He's just channeling his bloodlust into a more acceptable OCD behavior. Anyway, back to TadMack's overarching question:

TadMack: What happens if vampires actually worked together, to take over? Would humans really win?

That's what happened in Terry Pratchett's twenty-third Discworld novel, Carpe Jugulum. King Verence of Lancre invites the vampires of Überwald to the christening of his daughter, in an effort of earnest goodwill which quickly backfires. The vampires mean to take over the kingdom, but the witches of Lancre won't stand for it. Sadly, they might have to: Granny Weatherwax has vanished, Magrat is Queen and just had a baby, and Nanny Ogg has fallen under the vampires' spell.

The only witch who can really make a difference is young Agnes Nitt. Agnes is an apprentice witch, unsure of herself, and in a constant state of internal conflict. There's something else odd about Agnes. The vampires can't quite put their finger on it, but her mind...intrigues them...

The young priest of Om who bungled his first christening is having a crisis of faith. Omnians have a history of burning witches, and now there's a war going on, between witches and vampires. Oats thinks he should maybe be on the side of the witches... but that can't be right, can it?

This novel -- which isn't marketed as YA but can easily be a crossover -- is a fast and funny patchwork of almost every vampire cliché you've ever heard, but with a thoughtful, Pratchett-ian twist that changes everything. Sink your teeth in and enjoy.


It's Vampire Month, and there's a whole lot of biting going on! Check out the :01 First Second blog for more vampiring genius.

May 11, 2008

Blurred Images

Snapshots
by Paul Buchannan

Even before she was gone, she was fading.
Like a Polaroid in reverse, Jimmy’s best friend is disappearing before his eyes. She’s been getting the kind of looks that girls get, but from strangers, boys and grown men, for years.
Jimmy still can pass for a twelve-year-old at the movies, and he’s fifteen.

She’s started to ask him favors… to lie for her. Jimmy knows he shouldn’t, knows that she’s meeting men she’s met on the internet. Jimmy also knows deep down how this story will end. But he can’t stop things. He’s not allowed close enough.

Jimmy loved her in every light, from every angle. His camera loved her, too, and some of the most beautiful shots he ever framed were of her. He would frame her up, stare at her, click the shutter, reaching…

And then, she was gone, and the world Jimmy knew when he looked at her vanished, too.

After the huge 12 acre blaze Jimmy started in the canyon, his mother is afraid of him. His psychologist doesn’t really seem to care what he thinks at all. Jimmy, unable to shoot film, unable to cope, finally hits bottom when somebody says he started the fire to cover up evidence that he killed her. But how could he have ever hurt his very best friend?

Wasn’t she already hurting herself enough?

Beautifully told in a quiet “snapshots” of the present in the past, this novel is a haunting and painful collage of a friendship, a love and an inconceivable, inconsolable loss. Without resorting to melodrama or a massive climactic scene, this is also a novel about gathering what is broken, and learning to survive what has gone.


This review was first published in the March/April '08 issue of The Edge of the Forest Children's Literature Monthly.

Having What She Wants

Everything You Want
by Barbara Shoup

“Can you lose a self you haven’t found yet? Do you have to find your true self to be able to let it go?”


High school was only kind of okay – it wasn’t the Best Years of Your Life like it was advertised, and Emma Hammond was fairly glad when it was over. Her freshman year of college isn’t turning out to be too cool, either. Emma’s only company, now that her former best friend Josh Morgan has gone AWOL, is her goose, Freud – well, it’s the Psych Department’s goose, but it was assigned to her. When she finds out Freud’s going to be destroyed after the psychology experiment, she’s got to take him home. He was hers, after all. Freud is all she’s got… now that Josh has punched her in the face and knocked her out. (Long story short: it was just that she was in love with him.

And told him.

It SO didn’t go well.)

When the goose lays a golden egg – almost literally – things change for the whole Hammond family, and it’s fifty million dollars worth of change. Her father’s dream of owning a Corvette – fulfilled. Her mother’s dream of having the art studio of her dreams – fulfilled. Emma wants something intangible, but she’s not sure what. Suddenly, all the things that are wrong with Emma seem …huge. And she’s got to do something about them. After all, money is no object anymore, right?

Who knew that money doesn’t really simplify… anything?

How can you decide what you need when you can have Everything You Want?

Barbara Shoup has written an angsty, funny, poignant novel about confusion and heartache and …life. Read it. Even if you don’t win Lotto Cash afterwards, you’ll be richer for it.


This review was first published in the March/April '08 issue of The Edge of the Forest Children's Literature Monthly.

The Bard's Boy

Spanking Shakespeare
By Jake Wizner

Luckily, Shakespeare Shapiro can write.

That’s kind of his saving grace, that and the really great assignments his English teacher, Mr. Parke, gives him. A talent mixed with his strange name give him the platform he needs to be crowned the constant class clown, cheerfully belittling himself with wildly exaggerated tales of his so-called life. Shakespeare, together with classmates and good buds Neil and Kate, is supposed to be writing his high school memoirs for the final English project of his senior year, but at the same time, he’s not sure he has anything to write about.

The last seventeen years of his life, according to him, have been a string of horrors and humiliations. His parents are oversexed nutjobs who gave him his name in a story because of a conception he would really rather never hear about; his mother is a passive-aggressive shrew, his father a drunk, his little brother, Gandhi, already has a girlfriend, has already smoked pot, and is just so much cooler than Shakespeare that he’s not even sure they’re really related.

In contrast, his life, which he renders humorously in ongoing glimpses of his memoir, consists of being caught with dirty magazines in junior high, being sent to spend time with his grandmother, who is certifiable, getting lost with his dead drunk father in Italy, and having to listen to blow by blow daily accounts of Neil’s bowel habits.

Shakespeare is forever going for the laugh, moaning about his virginity, and the fact that he’s just got to do something to break the mold before high school is over. The whole world is all about him, ad nauseum… until he becomes interested in someone whose life is so radically (and melodramatically) different than his own that it makes him stop and really… for once, shut up. And think.

Maybe it’s not that bad being Shakespeare Shapiro.

This novel is stuffed full of clever repartee and funny zingers – which, unfortunately, isn’t that much like real life in high school. Kind of a wish-fulfillment novel where the author got to turn back the clock and return to a much cooler high school alter ego, Spanking Shakespeare runs toward a slightly clichéd world view. Get past the loud, dumb, but cool jock, the kind of cute, spirited, poor girl, the basic blonde goddess and the funny guy and you’ll find yourself with a lightweight, amusing storyline that drags a little at times, but will keep you mildly amused all the way through. You can whip through this one in an afternoon on the lawn in the sunshine.


This review was first published in the March/April '08 issue of The Edge of the Forest Children's Literature Monthly.

To Be, Or... Not To

…Or Not?
by Brian Mandabach


“You have to love your whole life, Cassie. Each moment is the only thing that’s real. If you damn even one moment, you risk damning the whole thing. Think about it. Each moment arises and then slips away so quickly – if you’re not living in the present, if you’re living in the past or for the future, you’ll miss it, because now happens only once.”


It’s more than good advice. It’s the best advice Cassie Sullivan’s ever heard. Unfortunately, by the time she hears it, she’s already shot herself in the foot.

From her staunch refusal to listen to CD’s because ‘digital music sounds robotic,’ and isn’t real, to her strict vegan diet, to her hatred for suburban life and her longing to live alone in the woods, Cassie is an original. Brilliant, moody, perceptive and interested in truly thinking about world events, Cassie has gotten dangerously bored in school, especially since her defense of Darwin has gotten her labeled as the school antichrist, and her refusal to sing so-called “patriotic” songs for a September 11th Memorial assembly has gotten her nicknamed ‘Osama O’Sullivan’ and kicked out of show choir. In a fever of what they assume is patriotism, Cassie’s classmates react, and make her life a nightmare. Cassie withdraws into her journal, rereading Tolkien and the writing of Kurt Cobain, and writing stories which concern the adults around her.

Even if she’s the school outcast, she can survive the hundreds of notes shoved into her locker, the hazing the abuse, and losing her few friends. Even if the teachers don’t like her and her parents aren’t sure what’s up with her, she can survive, right? But the question ringing in Cassie’s head asks if anything is worth the hassle – if anything good remains to be saved, if anyone still has a conscience, a heart, and a brain in the hypersensitive, post-September 11th world around her.
To be, …or not? Suddenly, that’s the only question.

Though Brian Mandabach creates in Cassie a character very unlike the average middle school student, the voice is real. Sarcastic, self-righteous, and idealistic, Cassie struggles with becoming, and also with being brighter than everyone else and despising them – and herself – for various reasons. Themes of depression, prejudice, peer pressure and religious conservatism are familiar territory in YA fiction, but older readers may find that Mandabach allows Cassie and some of her detractors to get off a little too easily. While she has been brought up to be a critical thinker, Cassie is remarkably rigid and refuses to allow that others have reasons for their negative behavior – most notably, fear-- and immaturity makes her miss this – and her own fear, entirely. Still, solid writing and a nonconformist heroine may make Cassie a kindred spirit to other teens fighting toward maturity.


This review was first published in the March/April '08 issue of The Edge of the Forest Children's Literature Monthly.

Geeky Band Girl

Band Geek Love
By Josie Bloss

Her trumpet section thinks she’s scary. She screams a lot and constantly threatens them. She’s a COMPLETE obsessive control freak. Ellie Snow couldn’t care less. Ever since that day freshman year when she made such a fool of herself over her best friend’s older brother -- in front of everyone at band camp -- Ellie’s shut down the dating drama, said bye-bye to boys, and has been driven toward her goal –to shine as the best trumpeter in her high school history. She’s section leader of the trumpets and first chair in band, and after four years of avoiding the emotional chaos of the hell known as High School, she’s on her way out.

Marching band means everything to Ellie – the strict cadences, right angles, and creased, perfect uniforms have been an oasis of sanity in her life. It may be out of balance to be All Band, All the Time, but if you say anything to Ellie about it, she might just go upside your head with her instrument. This is her life the way she likes it. Her goal is to make her Senior year be perfect – down to her trumpet solo at Homecoming – and nothing and no one will get in her way.

Unfortunately, all of Ellie’s plans are about to go up in flames.

You can control the way you play the trumpet. You can how much you practice, and you can control the way you march. You can’t control your heart, and Ellie’s has just started racing.

Connor Higgins is tall and gorgeous and plays trumpet like a pro. He likes her. And he’s a …sophomore. And if that isn’t enough, the boy she made a fool of herself over is… back.

Ellie’s in way over her head, and everything is out of control.

Readers may want to throttle acid-tongued Ellie because her perfectionism and cluelessness can be tiresome and at times she’s simply flat out mean. She’s not the most sympathetic of narrators, but when four years worth of drama catches up with her, Ellie’s insecurities as she negotiates the new world of emotions are pathetic and realistic. Anyone who has tried to control what other people think of them will recognize the flailing and freaking out that Ellie does as she realizes that the world is what it is, and she’s not in control of anything.

Connor Higgins at times comes across at times as ridiculously well-rounded, mature and wise for fifteen, and Ellie’s parents are conveniently one-dimensional until the end of the novel, but taken all together, this is a bumbling, geeky little love story that may make you smile.


This review was first published in the March/April '08 issue of The Edge of the Forest Children's Literature Monthly.

The Mark of Solomon

If you haven't read Elizabeth Wein's The Lion Hunter, it's okay -- because the ending of the first in the duet titled The Mark of Solomon ended with such a cliffhanger that I don't know how readers made it through the year they had to wait until the sequel! Now that it's out, though, run don't walk, to your local library and bookstores and get started.

Telemakos, far from his home in the port kingdom of Aksum, is suspected of being a spy, caught listening at doors, and snooping through the desk of the king and federator of the Arabic lands. In this way, he has discovered that the najashi Abreha has been collecting all of the letters from home he's been receiving. Terrified that there's much going on that he doesn't know, and frantic that his life is forfeit should he be caught informing Goewin or his father -- and thus the Emperor of Aksum -- of the treasonous quarantine breakers which Abreha is harboring, Telemakos does not know what to do. The knowledge he has must get home, yet Abreha makes him read aloud every letter and signs it with his signet. He also carries in his sash a death warrant for Telemakos, with a lock of his silver-whitehair knotted in its wax seal. The line Telemakos must walk is very, very treacherous indeed. Yet he must warn his Emperor...

The Himyar mapmaker to whom Telemakos is apprenticed has set him at a task which betrays the Emperor and his own country, and now he must face the worst punishment of his life -- not seeing Athena, his sister, for three months. He hears her toddler screams from below his chamber for weeks, since the nursery is below his rooms. She is inconsolable, biting and scratching and tantruming all day. And Telemakos wakens from his sleep at night, terror and memory no longer held at bay. Only his training as a soldier and a warrior helps him keep his sanity, and training Abreha's lion. He is not allowed out without a guard, no longer has Abreha's confidence, and does not understand what the desert king could want from him. Why is he treating him in this way? What's behind it all?

When Telemakos' father, Medrut, finally comes, Telemakos realizes the depth of Abreha's duplicity. There sits his father, a scion of Britain, in chains! Why has he refused to allow his father to be the British ambassador? Why won't he allow Telemakos to communicate with anyone at all? When will someone come and let Telemakos and Athena, who is in grave danger, go home? Telemakos makes a sacrifice which seems to betray both his Emperor and himself -- but it will put his innocent little sister out of harm's way.

The Empty Kingdom is book two of Telemakos' tale of suspensful adventure in sixth century Ethiopia. Telemakos may have been a pawn in the game, but he makes the moves of a grandmaster, and in a single stroke, wins it all.

Many novelists write detailed novels of intrigue and beauty about ancient countries, but few remember that in the sixth century it wasn't only the Britain which had kingdoms and palaces and princes and rulers and intrigues. Far from portraying Ethiopia and Arabia as a collection of ignorant peoples in a dusty place, Elizabeth Wein has colored in the sepia-toned maps of history and produced a really great series. Pick it up -- you'll be glad you did!

Arthur in Ethiopia?

I'm not a big fan of Arthurian myth -- Knights of the Round Table, Holy Grails, faithless Lancelot, mysterious Merlin, evil Morgaine, the magical time of chastity and chivalry in the flowering of Britian has been done and done, and done to death. Thus it was not with any enthusiasm that I picked up Elizabeth E. Wein's The Lion Hunter. Why on earth would adding sixth century Ethiopia to the legend of the Britons make it any better? Whose idea was this? I remained unconvinced that this would be a worthwhile book -- until about the fourth page.

Telemakos is twelve, smart, and good with lions. He's a minor noble, because he is also Artos, King of Britain's half Ethiopian grandson. He doesn't live in Britain, but in Africa, where he's been serving the Emperor with his life and health. The Emperor owes him a debt of gratitude for stopping some black-market salt smugglers who broke quarantine laws and endangered the whole country. He was captured there, and tortured, and he's just happy to be home and safe, playing with the Emperor's lions and waiting for his new sibling to be born. But safety is a fleeting shadow over the desert, and soon, Telemakos, for his own safety, and the safety of his family, must leave his beloved Aksum again.



His father and mother send Telemakos and his infant sister, Athena, to Abreha, the Emperor's brother and ruler of Himyar, with a lion cub in tow. The cub is a gift from the Emperor to Abreha. Himyar is a land on the edge of the Red Sea which was once at war with them, but with whom they have now brokered a fragile peace, and the cub should be a gift of great honor, if Telemakos can get him there in one piece. It should be safe in Himyar -- there are treaties and friendships in place, but Telemakos' aunt Goewin warns him that peace is sometimes only seen in words and on paper. Goewin is the Emperor's British mentor and queen of spies, and she should know. Abreha is tricky, Goewin says and bears watching, and in those words, Telemakos knows what he must do. He's been the Emperor's sunbird before, and knows the duties of a spy for the kingdom. But he doesn't realize how easily a sunbird can be snared.

Details of the dusty and ancient are suffused with life as The Lion Hunter unfolds. Elizabeth Wein has combined research and vivid imagination to create an Africa which vies with ancient Britain in majesty and glittering intrigues. The reader is reeled into a tale of tautly strung danger and deep suspicion that encircles Telemakos and share in his painful struggles to mend and master his mind, to overcome terror, and be the Bright One najashi Abreha names him to be. As he cares for his difficult but beloved little sister and begins to feel a tentative kinship with the stern and brooding Abreha and the salt-rich kingdom where he is, the trap that has been set for Telemakos draws in closer and closer...

After All of Our Chat...

...about The Artist's Way, poet Sara chimed in with a nice defense of it. (If you missed her original post about it, please go read - I feel a little guilty now for blowing it off as "yet more work to prove I'm an artist!") Today's Wordswimmer has a great quote from the book in question, and more on writing through our doubts about our talent.

Happy Sunday

May 10, 2008

Just Popping In...

...for a brief moment while the thunder growls outside and the rain pours down. Hope you're having a restful weekend wherever you are. It's quiet -- except for natural sounds -- no backhoe, only thunder. Today's a day for quiet reading and baking zucchini bread. *sigh*


Our favorite graphic novelist gets some more ink at SFGate. Go, Gene!

What if real life were like Facebook? No, seriously. Hat tip to mental_floss blog for this wee reminder to choose one's friends wisely.

I'm mere pages away from finishing my last Elizabeth Wein book. I'm desolate! But there's more on the stack!

Cheers!

May 09, 2008

Poetry Friday: No Poetry Here

No poetry here today, kids. I haven't got room left in my soul. Today there is no meter and rhyme and carefully paced words, only room left for a lament.

I'm in the middle of a construction zone, since the roof to our building is being replaced, and across the street they're tearing down a bowling alley and replacing it with probably another high rise. D. is trying to write his final papers before embarking on his dissertation and I'm trying to finish revising a novel by June.


With the drilling and the cutting torches and the fourteen stories of scaffolding and the workmen and the hardhats and the backhoe and all, none of this is going very well.

Apartment hunting can be fun -- if you're watching it on TV. The reality of trekking through tons of flats when you're relying on buses and cabs for transportation is -- flat out -- hard. And being cheek-by-jowl with my fellow man has my introverted soul twitching, and has renewed my fierce hatred for all things urban.

I just want this to be over.

The poet asks, "What's wrong with the human race?" If you've asked that question this week, here's a bit of solace for you. No poetry, just tea and sympathy here.

Urban Law

Rush hour and the urban outflow pours

across the Million Dollar Bridge. I wait

for the walk-light, cross-traffic slight but

caution's the rule when the city roars

toward all its separate homes. I get


the sign, little electric man, and step

into the street. A woman turns into

my lane, bearing down, eye-contact,

and still she guns it until I stare and

shake my head in disbelief at her

ferocity. She slows begrudged to let

me pass, runs down the window of her Saab

and shouts, "Why don't you wait for the light?"

and flips me the bird. I feel weepy like


a punished child, mind sinking to lament,

What's wrong with the human race? Too many

of us, too crowded, too greedy for space—

we're doomed, of course, so I head for coffee

and a muffin, walking sad and slow on

the return. I'm waiting again to cross,

picking fingersful of muffin from the

paper sack and watching the phalanx of

cars race by, not even a cell of a


thought in my mind that I might jump the change,

when a man who's got the green stops,

an executive wearing a crisp white

shirt and shiny red tie, and he raises

his palm to gesture me safely across,

making all the cars behind him wait while

I walk, and together at rush hour that

man and I redeem the whole human race.


by Alison Hawthorne Deming from Genius Loci. © 2005, Penguin Poets.




A Mother's Day flavored Poetry Friday is hosted by Writer2B (aaaargh! That's one more thing I've forgotten with this insane last two weeks), and don't miss the return of Norbert at Big A little a who asks, i kan haz books 2 shredz?...

May 08, 2008

Toon Thursday: Back to the Writing Grind


Now that you've suffered with me through all seven Stages of Rejection, we're back to normal (-ish) around here at Toon Thursday. Though I do have a quick question for all of you toon fans: If I were to make the Stages of Rejection available printed on, say, mugs from CafePress, and that sort of thing, would you be willing to purchase them for your favorite writing buddies? How about writing notebooks with the "So Where Do You Get Your Ideas" toons printed on the cover? Just an idea I'm playing around with. I'll keep you posted...


In other news, some congratulations are in order--congrats to Readergirlz Diva and Fire Escapee Mitali Perkins, who won a 2008 Jane Addams Children's Book Award (via Jen Robinson's Book Page). Also, congrats to Disco Mermaid Jay Asher for receiving a California Book Award for Young Adult Literature for Thirteen Reasons Why. Ying Chang Compestine was also honored for her novel Revolution Is Not a Dinner Party. Hooray for everyone!


On a totally different topic, check out Gurney Journey for the charming story of the mysterious origami cranes. Lastly, this past Nonfiction Monday, Sara H. featured The Artist's Way on Read Write Believe. I haven't tried The Artist's Way myself, though a few friends have and found it a valuable experience. I'm always interested in what people think of this, if they've tried it. Beth Lisick had an amusing take on it in her book Helping Me Help Myself. I'm intrigued by The Artist's Way, but I have to admit to getting a weird vibe from the website. Could just be a personality thing...Anyone else have opinions on The Artist's Way?

Book Envy

Behold, the web, where you can...

Read about The Adventurous Deeds of Deadwood Jones,

Explore a review -- way before ordinary humankind can read it -- of Octavian Nothing: BOOK TWO!!!!!!,

Long for the awesomely cover-illustrated Clockwork Heart and Magic Bites,,

Sigh over Paper Towns, and the sequel to The Green Glass Sea,

Plot a way to read every last one of Colleen's YA mystery suggestions at Booksluts (in Training). Rock on, Enola!!

And look up four must-read books for writers.

The number one, absolutely hardest thing about being in the UK some days is being away from American libraries. Waiting. For books. Not something I do well.

I can't complain about being in the UK otherwise; there are some great books being published here, and some awesome (red wine, hot chocolate or coffee serving) libraries.

I just had to whine and have book envy.

Okay, back to work.

May 06, 2008

2-4-6-8! Whom Do We Appreciate?

The month of May is made of awesome! Aside from the eventual cessation of rain and the appearance of fields of flowers, the requisite birds and pollen-loaded bees, fuzzy chickies and wobbly-legged lambs, it's filled with fun stuff like Jules' birthday (woot!), the Byron Carmichael Promotion at Flamingnet.com, well-dressed vampires (Coming soon!), blog tours, and INDEPENDENT BOOKSTORES.

Today, I want to give my shout-out to the grrlz at Shrinking Violets who have dedicated themselves and their blog to making some noise for our favorite Indies every day this month.

Why, you ask, are we celebrating only independent bookstores? Because indies, with their smaller stock, usually more attentive staff and neighborhood clientèle are the wind beneath many an author's career wings. Community and culture can be nurtured in the smaller venues, as readers come in, linger, and stay. Independent bookstores can be less intimidating place for authors to read their work, find out about their audience, and connect.

Supporting independents may seem an affectation to some -- a way of striking back politically against the idea of superstores and big-box retail, but it's not an urban myth that often the bookstore staff in smaller stores have a working knowledge of literature and a genuine love of books. To a lot of people who work at indies, their job is not just a job. So, we're celebrating their efforts and their integrity. Sure, B&N and other places exist and have lots and LOTS of books, but this month, we're celebrating the right to buy our books in small shops too, and the bookistas at Shrinking Violets have taken the time to share some really cool alternatives to mall bookstores. Viva las choices! Let's get loud in our support of indies! They're almost as good as the public library!


WOWZA, being a librarian (and/or a parent) is hard, hard, hard. Check out what Mr. Hornbook is talking about at the Massachusetts Library Association. When does a kid have civil rights? I'm really *very* interested in this conversation as I was not allowed to read fiction as a kid -- but my mother went to the library with me. She didn't trust my book choices to another adult, she was the one raising me. But for others, should a librarian guide kids to only type of books of which their parents would approve? Where does their responsibility end and a child's right to read begin? GREAT topic.

Via Shaken & Stirred, Carrie Jones is talking about class and dialogue in writing. This is a huge topic, and Carrie opens it up beautifully.

It's kind of a trip to read about ...other people who grew up poor. Neither of my parents went to college, while A.F.'s mom teaches college. My parents have taken a bunch of JC courses, but for a long time it made me cringe to think how I was the first in my family with a Master's. (And then my sister went and got two. *sigh*) My grandmother only got through third grade, and then the Depression came, and she had to take care of her siblings while both her parents looked for work. Books and reading and education are still held to be precious in many families like ours, but those with education speak differently, which opens up a wide rift between themselves and the rest. Where does language fit in? Can it bridge the gap and close it? Or can it only make it wider? Stay tuned throughout this week as Carrie "breaks it down" at Through the Tollboth.


Man, I just finished reading Elizabeth E. Wein's The Lion Hunter (stay tuned for review), and may I just say that this woman writes like Gosh, Golly and Wow!? I cannot understand how I didn't hear screaming from around the world at the way this book ended, and waiting the year it took for the sequel to emerge must have been NERVE WRACKING. Fortunately, Sharyn November graciously sent me both books at once, but now it's on me to go back and find every single other book she's ever written and read them ALL. And can you believe SHE LIVES AN HOUR FROM ME: ANOTHER AMERICAN WRITER HERE IN SCOTLAND!? I TOTALLY call Elizabeth Wein for Winter Blog Blast Tour. I'm just sayin'.


Mildred Loving, a woman whose name is part of history, died last week. Loving Day, a day held in her honor, comes from Loving v. Virginia (1967), the landmark Supreme Court decision that legalized interracial marriage in the United States. Loving Day celebrations commemorate the anniversary of the Loving decision every year on or around June 12th, and celebrates interracial families. People have tried to make this an official holiday for years, and though Ms. Loving never lived to see it, I hope this year's celebration is extra special, in her memory.

May 05, 2008

Wicked Cool Overlooked Books: Frayed Threads

I write fantasy because it's there. I have no other excuse for sitting down for several hours a day indulging my imagination. Daydreaming. Thinking up imaginary people, impossible places.


--from "Faces of Fantasy" by Patti Perret, Tor Books ©1996
Via Creative Quotations.

Patricia A. McKillip is made of awesome.
I love her old books, like The Forgotten Beasts of Eld, and I love her newer books like The Alphabet of Thorn.. I adored Od Magic and I thought I had her style down: enigmatic plots, lyrical language, well-paced, arresting, and absorbing stories that often surprise or anger, the reader enters them so thoroughly. What I loved about her was that her writing was fully in the make-believe past. Which is why Solstice Wood completely knocked me on my backside.

It's a modern faerytale from the queen of mythical and medieval.

Sylvia Lynn has always meant to get back home, but it's only when her grandfather dies that she makes the journey. She has lived with her grandparents -- the kindest people in the world -- since her mother died, but then she graduated and went away for college, and somehow, things just happened -- time lapsed, there were books and studies and tests and jobs and now years have passed -- and her grandfather has, too, and Sylvia is heartbroken.

She's also more than a little scared.

See, there's something about the dark and scary trees in Solstice Wood, and something about Sylvia that her grandparents, who raised her, don't know... and it's the reason she's stayed gone all these years. It's the reason she knows better than to stay at the house near Solstice Wood for very long. And no matter that her grandmother insists she stay and be introduced to the sewing circle, her group of loyal old friends in the Fiber Guild who sit in the parlor and stitch away their lives with her, Sylvia has no plans to stay. She can't. What her grandmother doesn't realize is that some things in life are more than they seem.

The story in this novel is told from various angles -- we hear Sylvia's bewildered and angry voice, her grandmother Iris's grieved and determined voice, the voice of a family friend, Owen, and the voice of Sylvia's teen aged cousin Tyler's -- and more. Slowly the world of Solstice Wood unravels, as the bright threads of Sylvia and Iris' quiet existence are torn apart. Sylvia is furious to learn things her mother kept from her, secrets about the father she's never met. Tyler is just trying to stay out of the way -- and failing. Slowly, the reader is brought to the understanding that it's not just Sylvia who's been keeping secrets all this time.

This book isn't strictly YA in that the protagonist is a recent college graduate, but that she is young and being bossed by a very determined grandmother helps to bridge this to YA readers. Also, Tyler, and later an alter ego of Tyler's -- is a perfect teen voice -- a little clueless, right in the middle of things, and changing everything.

An almost completely G-rated urban fantasy for those who aren't quite as comfortable with some of the darker elements of fey, this is really well told and ends with a lot of open doors -- anything can happen next.

Don't miss Bookslut's review of Solstice Wood, with an additional McKillip review as well.


Wicked Cool Overlooked Books originated at Chasing Ray's place, which features Cherie Priest and the freakiest book covers ever. The great reads continue with Little Willow talking up a new Tara Altebrando, and more will pop up throughout the day. Happy reading!

May 02, 2008

Poetry Friday: Farmer, Poet, Soldier

The Black Spot
by Ellis Evans (Hedd Wyn), 1887 - 1917

We have no right to the stars,
Nor the homesick moon,
Nor the clouds edged with gold
In the centre of the long blueness.

We have no right to anything
But the old and withered earth
That is all in chaos
At the centre of God's glory.

(English translation by Jim Finnis, found here.) Original Welsh below:

Y Blotyn Du

Nid oes gennym hawl ar y ser,
Na'r lleuad hiraethus chwaith,
Na'r cwmwl o aur a ymylch
Yng nghanol y glesni maith.
Nid oes gennym hawl ar ddim byd,
Ond ar yr hen ddaear wyw;
A honno sy'n anhrefn i gyd
Yng nghanol gogoniant Duw.



Hedd Wyn (the "dd" is pronounced like the hard "th" in "this"), meaning "white peace," was the bardic name of Ellis Humphrey Evans, the winner of the 1917 Welsh National Eisteddfod. He was also known as the Armageddon Poet, perhaps because of his often spare, unflinching use of the reality of war as a subject for his poetry; but perhaps also because he was awarded his prize posthumously--he had died in the trenches in Ypres six weeks prior. The event is now referred to as the "black chair Eisteddfod" because the chair he would have won was displayed draped in black.

More info about Hedd Wyn is available here, and you can read another translated poem here. There is also an Oscar-nominated (and horribly depressing) film about his life from 1992, in Welsh with English subtitles. I highly recommend seeing it even if just to hear the sound of the poems read in the original Welsh. Many of them are written in a strict metrical form called cynghanedd (brief description here), a challenging poetry form of incredible beauty. Dylan Thomas, though he composed poems in English, used some echoes of this form--but I'll save that for another Friday!

Find more Poetry Friday below and on Big A little a.

Poetry Friday: The Name of the Rose

XXVII
I’m nobody! Who are you?

Are you nobody, too?

Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!

They ’d banish us, you know.


How dreary to be somebody!

How public, like a frog

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring bog!

-- The Belle of Amherst

We've had a ridiculous amount of fun this week with names -- pen names, Hobbit names (shout out to Pansy Danderfluff, yo!), blues names, and other silliness. Thinking about how eagerly we entered into this got me thinking about names in general.

When I was small, my sisters played 'Jean and Patsy (!)', which was their version of playing House (why didn't we ever play 'Home?' Anyway.). I loved the names they used, but struggled to find a name of my own, and without a name, I was told I couldn't play. (Ah, the gullibility of childhood. Now I know I would never be allowed to play ANYWAY, on account of being four years younger than "Jean," Queen Bee and Rulemaker, but I lived in hope back then, didn't I? *sigh*) 'Jean and Patsy' were the COOLEST NAMES EVER (!!!), and they were TAKEN, alas. So, I dubbed myself Stephanie -- who always ended up the "babysitter" of the dolls, i.e., the one left holding them when Queen Bee decided she and my other sister would be playing something else. I changed my name multiple times in the game, but I could never change my low status. Eventually, I began to imagine stories for Stephanie that were better than anything Jean and Patsy ever did. In time, my imagination trumped my feeling of being left out.

Emily Dickinson hits the nail on the head when she says, "I'm nobody, who are you?"
After learning to deal with not being asked to play, writers and introverts sometimes forget how to enter into the game. Privacy is a privilege, and being Somebody is a dreary prospect, as is being obliged to keep croaking one's status and importance to an 'admiring bog.' How much a luxury it is to sink into namelessness. What's in a name, after all? If you can put an invisible identity in front of your real name, isn't it still you, by any other name, and still just as sweet?

When I was a kid, I thought it hilarious that I had an uncle named 'Bookie.' No, not bookie, like someone who takes bets, Boo-key. My uncle's real name is Robin, but does anyone call him that? Nope. That regrettable name was sculpted by the fingers of admiring relatives pinching his toddler cheeks, poor man.

Baby names, family names, names you only answer to when your mother calls you by them -- those are the insulations -- the mac and wellies, to extend the metaphor -- that though you may whine about having to wear them, protect you from the cold and wet of the bog. They can be magic talismans to take with you into the real world.

The poet Traci Dant has the right of it in 'Twice Named.'

A Twice Named Family


I come

from a family


that twice names



its own.

One name

for the world.



One name

for home.

Lydi, Joely, Door,



Bud, Bobby, Bea,

Puddin, Cluster, Lindy,

Money, Duddy, Vess.




Yes,

we are

a two-named family

This poem is printed in its entirety at The Writer's Almanac. Click through (will open in a new window) and scroll down to Thursday to read the rest.

Maybe you didn't have a nickname given to you in love (most of mine were hideous and derisive - all part of being the little sister of The Queen Bee and Rulemaker), but you can still have an alter ego who animates your hidden side, and has adventures of their own (Vivianna Isabella Tentadore lives!!).

By any other name, you will still be who you really are.


Poetry Friday is at Big A, little a, where the ball is rolling down the long aisle toward graduation -- minus a few late papers and that sinking feeling that not everybody is graduating and moving on! More poetry of all kinds awaits you. Dive in!

May 01, 2008

Stages of Rejection #7: Lather, Rinse, Repeat.


Oh, the irony. The horrible, horrible irony.


As today's cartoon brings us to the final stage of coping with rejection, and our cartoon writer finally gets on with her writing life, our cartoonist turned on the computer this morning to find...yet another novel rejection! So, since the Seven Stages of Rejection are always out there and waiting, I'll once again become a traveler on that path. Like some horrible writerly version of the Stations of the Cross. Go back to Stage One. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200 (though, again ironically, I just did collect $200 for a freelance gig--really). And, to add insult to injury, Snoop Dogg is joining the ranks of celebrity children's book authors (via SCBWI's online newsletter). SIGH.


To view all the stages of rejection together (but in reverse order, so you'll have to start from the bottom up), click here.

BACA Buggin' and Some Other Stuff

Ah, yes, that cheeky, funny Spice Girl, Geri. She feels "much more comfortable writing books."

Yeah, well, I feel much more comfortable drinking hot chocolate and scarfing pizzas in bed all day, but that doesn't mean I should, does it? Good grief. I guess money means you don't have to hear the word 'no,' but seeing how many other good writers are rejected, I hope she's REALLY GOOD to make up for her receiving an opportunity few others would receive so easily.

Meanwhile, The Lonely Doll is completely freaking me out. That strange, blank-eyed -- yet somehow dismayed -- stare... the black and white photography... ugh. I would never have picked that up as a kid, I can tell you that. This book and a bunch of other kids' titles have struck trauma and terror into the hearts of readers. Even Minh has gotten into it -- seriously, I always thought there was something weird about Eric Carle...

May Day Meme Magic

Happy May Day!
In the past, today one got up early and bathed one's face with the dew in order to beautify oneself. Today also traditionally included maypoles dances and anonymously left flowers, but in Scotland, the first of May kicks off... Labor Day Weekend! Still, I think we all deserve flowers today -- we're working, right? At least working hard to avoid work...


This meme has been ricocheting around the YAlit blogosphere for awhile, and I've been tagged by a food blogger friend, Holler. It's the book meme: you know the one. You:
1. Pick up the two nearest books.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people and acknowledge who tagged you

I always wonder at the random nature of these things. Surely it makes more sense to pick the fourth sentences after page 123? And then post sentences five, six and seven? Oh, well, who am I to argue? I have a massive stack of books littering the area around my desk, as I am finishing up SBBT questionnaires (Yay! Summer Blog Blast Tour, May 19-23: Authors and Illustrator interview extravaganza, coming soon to a web of blogs near you!) and working on my pile of Flux reviews for The Edge of the Forest, so this will be easy. And, it will offer a tantalizing glimpse into books not yet available!

No spoilers, here -- that's my only rule. If my three sentences are something that might give away the plot, I'll set the book aside and choose another from my TBR list.

So now, to fish into the big pile...


My first pull is one you'll see from Flux in August of this year. These three sentences are ...interesting:
"What?" (No whining. That's a single word sentence.)
"It's just so funny. Back in sixth grade, he asked me to this CCD dance."


That was the teensiest glimpse into Carrie Jones' latest novel, Girl, Hero, in which high school freshman, Lili, writes letters to John Wayne in hopes of figuring out how to be her own hero. That's the short description -- it's way more than that, including Mom's freakish boyfriend, a witchy ex-best friend, a sister in trouble, and more. This one looks really good. Stay tuned for my review on Readers' Rants.

Okay, my second pull brings out one I've recently finished, Sarah Beth Durst's Out of the Wild. Eisha and Jules if you're not to page 123, LOOK AWAY.

She thought of Gillian's story. She thought of the tourists at Graceleand. What if, instead of fleeing from the Wild, people actually flocked in?


If you've read Into the Wild, then you know what the danger is here. If you haven't -- run, don't walk, to your library or bookstore. It's an MG novel enjoyed by YA's, and well worth the read. I launched myself into both the novel and its sequel in the space of a weekend and wanted to see more of the author's work. It was that fast-paced, realistic, and great!

Out of the Wild is available from Razorbill in June!

Also, stay tuned for an awesome TRI-REVIEW of Out of the Wild with Jules and Eisha at Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast. Yes, I now join the ranks of Betsy Bird and Mr. Horn Book in being invited to a tri-review. Color me excited!!

Since this meme's been around for awhile, I won't tag anyone new -- unless you haven't played, then consider yourself tagged! Happy May Day! This month will be full of vampires, interviews, searches for political reads, new graphic novels, cartoons, and other book-madness on Wonderland. Enjoy!