Babymouse Extravaganza

Babymouse: Rockstar and Babymouse: Monster Mash
by Jennifer Holm and Matthew Holm
ages: 6-10 (but I like them, too!)

We got a present from my younger brother and his wife for Christmas. I spent the month of December trying to figure out what it was; I figured it was a game of some sort because that’s the kind of people they are. Imagine my surprise when C opened the present Christmas morning, and it was five Babymouse books! We all squealed (well, C and I did), and the words used to thank dear brother and wife were: “Babymouse ROCKS!”

Because, you know, Babymouse is awesome.

I am indebted to Babymouse (and those who recommended her to me last year), for C’s increasing love of reading. She was looking for something inbetween picture books and chapter books, and Babymouse hit the spot.

And, I have to admit, I find them quite entertaining, too.

If you haven’t had the delightful experience reading Babymouse, then you must rectify that. Or, if you’re too embarrassed to be seen reading the graphic novel equvialent of an early reader, then get it for your favorite first- or second-grader. And then sneak a read. Witty (love the narrator), funny (Babymouse and her imagination), with clever storytelling (Rock star is actually about a band concert and Babymouse learning to play the flute; Monster Mash deals with peer pressure from other kids and finding one’s own way), they are a delightful look into the imagination of Jennifer and Matthew Holm.

I suppose I could gush on… but honestly, there really isn’t much more to say. Go discover Babymouse for yourself, if you haven’t already.

Skulduggery Pleasant

by Derek Landy
ages: 10+
First sentence: “Gordon Edgley’s sudden death came as a shock to everyone — not least himself.”

I haven’t had this much fun reading a book since… well, since I read Anna Smudge.

Stephanie is your normal 12-year-old girl. That is, she thinks she is, until her uncle dies a mysterious death (well, the doctor’s say it’s natural, but we know better, don’t we?), and she inherits his house. She stays there one night, and is summarily attacked by a strange man demanding a key and saved by a strange man that turns out to be a walking, talking, fire-wielding… skeleton. She decides to fall in with the skeleton, Skulduggery Pleasant of the title, and discovers a whole world of magic, and, yes, danger and excitement.

There’s a lot of similarities to Anna Smudge — not just a precocious 12-year-old who can figure things out and save the world — but in style. I loved the combination of sass (not really snark or sarcasm) in the banters between Skulduggery and Stephanie. I loved the world that Landy created, with magic and mages and sorcerers; a world, not unlike Harry Potter’s, that exists parallel to our own. It was an exciting plot, too — possibly a tad on the violent side for younger readers — one that was full of twists, turns, and daring escapes. I enjoyed the power that Stephanie had (aside from it being plausible); it’s always nice to see our main character doing the rescuing and thinking rather than just running around having things happen to her. Very, very cool.

It’s the first in a series, for those who love series, but it’s also a good stand-alone book. And have I mentioned that it’s a whole lotta fun?

Breathing Out the Ghost

by Kirk Curnutt
age: adult
First sentence: “Let me tell you about the time your grandfather took a sledgehammer to the car.”

Um, no.

No, no, no.

That’s what I should have said when they asked if I wanted to be a part of this book tour. My gut instinct said no, and I should have listened.

It’s not the book, really. It’s a well-written book, and it’s because the characters are so well drawn that I’m having such a violent reaction to it. If it were anything less, I could brush it off, shrug and roll my eyes at it. But I’m not able to. This one got under my skin, dragged me down and that is not something I want or need in January when I’m already dragging because of the weather.

See, Colin St. Cloud’s son was kidnapped and murdered. By a creep, a pedophile, a sick man named Dickie -Bird Johnson. And St. Cloud can’t let it go. His life has gone to hell; he’s spending it driving around the country, half of the time high on speed, looking for his kid and others, hoping, for what exactly? Redemption? Closure? I’m not sure he even knows. And then there’s Robert Heim, the P.I that St. Cloud hired to help him track down the person who took his son. He ended up on probation because St. Cloud and the case engulfed his life. And now, a year after the incident, he’s on the road again — abandoning his family and a decent, if unrewarding job — in order to track St. Cloud down and finally close the case. And — because two tortured people aren’t enough — there’s Sis Pruitt, dealing with her own ghosts because her only daughter was brutally raped and murdered seventeen years before. The three converge in Sis’s town in Indiana, because another boy has gone missing, where they’re forced to face their ghosts and their pasts.

Enough cheer for you yet?

It was a harsh novel. Brutal. I had to skip sections because I have a faint heart, and I don’t want to know about the people out there who will take, violate, kill my girls. Perhaps it hit too close to home: yes, I let my children play outside alone. I do know where they are, basically, but I believe in a measure of freedom. This could happen to me. These characters could be me. And. I. Don’t. Want. To. Face. That. Reality. (Granted, it did it’s job: I may not let the girls outside by themselves for a very. long. time.)

So. Go check out the rest of the tour; others have really liked the book for its stark nature, and powerful storytelling. Perhaps you are less faint of heart, and can handle a book about grief and death and hopelessness in the face of the most horrible thing as a parent you can think of. As for me, I’m going to go read something happy now.

The rest of the tour:
Monday, January 5th: Diary of an Eccentric
Tuesday, January 6th: Ramya’s Bookshelf
Wednesday, January 7th: The Sleepy Reader
Thursday, January 8th: Crime Ne.ws, formerly Trenchcoat Chronicles
Monday, January 12th: Savvy Verse and Wit
Tuesday, January 13th: Educating Petunia
Wednesday, January 14th: Michele- Only One ‘L’
Friday, January 16th: Anniegirl1138
Monday, January 19th: Caribou’s Mom
Tuesday, January 20th: Lost in Lima, Ohio
Wednesday, January 21st: A Novel Menagerie
Monday, January 26th: Catootes
Wednesday, January 28th: Bloody Hell, it’s a Book Barrage!
Thursday, February 12th: She is Too Fond of Books

Library Loot #2

Cold and windy today… not a fun day to venture out to the library. But we do it. If only because story time started today, and we LOVE story time.

Here’s our haul; enough to fill “only” one (very large) bag.

For A and K:
Frankenstein Takes the Cake, by Adam Rex**
Are You Ready to Play Outside?, by Mo Willems**
Big Chickens Fly the Coop, by Leslie Helakoski/illustrated by Henry Cole
Lila and the Secret of Rain, by David Conway and Jude Daly
Belinda and the Glass Slipper, by Amy Young**
Dora’s Three Little Fairy Tales

For C:
Go, Go America, by Dan Yaccarino
The End of the Beginning, by Avi
Midnight Magic, by Avi
Say What?, by Margaret Peterson Haddix
The Valentine Cat, by Ann Whitehead Nagda
Temple of the Dragonslayer, by Tim Waggoner

For M:
I, Coriander, by Sally Gardner
The Legend of the Wandering King, by Laura Gallego Garcia*
Pendragon Book Nine: Raven Rise, by D.J. MacHale*
An Earthly Knight, by Janet McNaughton

For me/M (we may both read these):
Chains, by Laurie Halse Anderson
The Dragonfly Pool, Eva Ibbotson

For me:
Captain Alatriste, Artuo Perez-Reverte
Maus I and Maus II, by Art Spiegelman

*Ones M eventually read
**Picture books we really liked.

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks

by E. Lockhart
ages: 12+
First sentence: “I, Frankie Landau-Banks, hereby confess that I was the sole mastermind behind the mal-doings of the Loyal Order of the Basset Hounds.”

When I picked this book up Monday, I was totally enthralled with Frankie. Totally loved her, the narrator, the references to Wodehouse, the neglected positives. (Gruntled. Mayed. Ept. Cracked me up.) I got about halfway through (right after she discovered the Loyal Order of the Bassett Hounds) before life got in the way, but I thought a lot about the issues it was addressing: of feeling valued, not for something people impose upon you, but for something inherent in yourself. Or, the need to feel accepted and part of a group. Or the stupid hierarchies of boarding schools. (Or high school for that matter.) And I adored the voice of the narrator; it felt like a defense lawyer was patiently taking us through the evidence of Frankie’s character, explaining, so we, at least, will understand, will get what Frankie is about. And that she’s not a mere misanthrope. (Does that mean an anthrope is someone who is respectable in society?)

But, when I picked it up yestrday, it had lost a bit of its luster. Maybe all the fun is in the anticipation of the planning, but not the execution. Either that, or if you keep reading it in one sitting, the momentum builds and keeps you in the world that Lockhart has spun. In its defens: I did love the pranks. So very Drones Club. So very brilliant of Frankie (what a mastermind). I liked the social commentary aspect of them. But it was, in many ways, anticlimatic. Sure, she could show up the boys, but the actual act of showing them up wasn’t important. It was that she could.

I think, in the end, what I really liked was that Frankie felt familiar. If I were at a boarding school, and my mind tended just a little more that way, yeah, I could see myself doing what she did. I always thought that boys were more interesting than girls, anway. I can understand why it wasn’t enough to just start a secret girls’ club, why Frankie needed to prove herself good — no, better — than the boys. And I can understand why she did it for a guy, to try to prove to him that she was better than he assumed he was. And that it all backfired on her in the end was quite, well, understandable.

So, yeah, I thought the book was uneven, and the ending just kind of ended. (I do think the ending fits the book, even though Frankie doesn’t go out and do anything spectacular; that’s not the point.) I liked it, though, mostly for Frankie, and the ideas that Lockhart was addressing (whether she intended to, or not). Frankie did something big; she proved something to herself — and to her family — that she can do something. Sure, they reacted badly, but then, most people react badly to people who think outside the box. Even if that box is something as simple and silly as a secret boys’ club at a posh boarding school.

So, here’s to the Frankie’s of the world: the girls who think outside of the box. Who invent neglected positives, and need people to understand (not just talk at) them. And here’s to the books that celebrate them.

Wild Magic

by Cat Weatherill
ages: 8 – 12
First sentence: “Mariana felt fantastic.”

This book takes of where the fairy/folk tale The Pied Piper of Hamelin leaves off. What happens to the children when the Piper leads them away? What drove the Piper to do it in the first place? What kind of world is it where this could happen?

Jakob and Mariana — brother and sister — are among children in Hamelin town when the Piper comes to get rid of the rats, and fall under his spell when he begins to lead the children away. Mariana makes it through to the other side, a world of magic and pain and adventure; Jakob, who is crippled, doesn’t. Not at first. But, eventually, he does find a way through, where he is confronted with all the children having been turned into animals, as well as a Beast that stalks the night.

This is another book that just doesn’t do plot summaries well. I read it out loud to C, and at first we thought that Mariana was the heroine of the story (you would think so, from the cover and the first chapters). But, it’s a fragmented story, one that intertwines the stories of Piper, Mariana, Jakob and their father, Moller. It’s not always an easy story to understand; we were constantly flipping around trying to figure out did what when and why. It’s an intriguing story, however. I liked what Weatherill did with the Piper; he’s not just a creep who wanted payment, but a tortured soul looking for release from a curse. Mariana and Jakob were also interesting characters: both strong-willed, determined and resourceful, yet believeable in that their love for each other is the thing that drives them both.

The thing we both really liked about the story, though, is that it begs to be read aloud. In fact, the way it was written — with onomonpeic word like “vumm” and “doomf” and “crrp” speckling the prose — it would have bothered me had I read it to myself. But, read aloud, the words add something to the story, make it come alive. I could tell that Weatherill is a story teller from the way she writes: description, sounds, thoughts all played a big part in the development of the plot. It’s not a bad thing; I love listening to storytellers, but in a novel… well, let’s just say that this one is better read aloud.

It’s not a bad thing, though. If you’ve got a six to eight year old, and want something to curl up with in the evenings, this one is just perfect.

Teaser Tuesday

TEASER TUESDAYS asks you to:

  • Grab your current read.
  • Let the book fall open to a random page.
  • Share with us two (2) “teaser” sentences from that page, somewhere between lines 7 and 12.
  • You also need to share the title of the book that you’re getting your “teaser” from … that way people can have some great book recommendations if they like the teaser you’ve given!
  • Please avoid spoilers!
  • I swear I picked this one at random. From The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks, by E. Lockhart, p. 109:

    Mr. Wodehouse is a prose stylist of such startling talent that Frankie nearly skipped around with glee when she first read some of his phrases. . . . Wodehouse’s jubilant wordplay bore itself into her synapses like a worm into a fresh ear of corn.

    I totally agree. About Wodehouse, that is. And I’m enjoying Frankie, too.

    Well-Seasoned Reader Roundup #1

    I thought it’d be fun, this time around, to do a mini-carnival every week for the duration of the challenge, highlighting the reviews I’d read that week.

    And, I also thought, it’d be nice to start off my round-ups with a taste from the books we’re reading. So, from A Year in the World:

    “[S]ometimes travel just unlocks Pandora’s box. What I’ve put off considering in my quotidian life rushes forward when the body and mind achieve a quiet level of receptivity. What has been lost comes looking.”

    If you have any quotes from your reading that you’d like me to include in my weekly (while the challenge is running) roundups, leave them in the comments, or email me at mmfbooksATgmailDOTcom.

    It’s been a slow starting week… Amira, amazingly, has up and finished the challenge already. I think out of her three books, Near a Thousand Tables sounds the most interesting, even if she ” felt as if I was just getting bits and pieces of everything”.

    J.C. started with Can You Trust a Tomato in January, which also sounds good. Since I couldn’t leave a comment on her blog, I’ll leave it here: J.C. what do graham crackers have to do with sex? And you should read Michael Pollan’s books if you liked this one.

    Nicole gets the “most unique travel book experience” by reading Brave New World, which does, in fact, have a place name in the title. She says, “The fun thing about this book is that there are different main characters throughout. One person’s story seamlessly becomes another’s, all coming together to show us what a Brave New World would be like. I recommend it.”

    Here’s to more good reading!

    ETA: (I’m sorry about this… I left it off the post. Eek. I’ll be better next week.) Post all — and take the time to browse a few — reviews at the review site, here.

    Chalice

    by Robin McKinley
    ages: 12+
    First sentence: “Because she was Chalice she stood at the front door with the Grand Seneschal, the Overlord’s agent and the Prelate, all of whom were carefully ignoring her.”

    I’ve tried to type a summary of the book, but I’m not getting very far. Part of that is because it’s a Robin McKinley book; none of which are really easy to describe. She doesn’t write in a way that’s easy to sum up, or even to describe: lyrical, circular, dense, narration-heavy, internal… yet totally captivating.

    I liked this one less than I thought I would. Perhaps it was because I wanted something lighter, something with more romance, something that would take less brain energy. But, that said, I liked it a lot. I especially liked the world that McKinley created: the heirarchy of magic from the (power-hungry) Overlord to the Master and the Circle. I liked how the magic was heavily entertwined with nature, how the whole purpose of the magic was to hold nature together; without it, or without it being used responsibly, the natural world would rend and fall apart. I liked the use of honey and bees; I’m not an insect person, but I liked the way McKinley gave the bees a personality in this book. I did like Marisol, the main character, the Chalice of the title (and the first sentence). I liked how she struggled, but was willing to make a go of it, to find her own way, not willing to be cowed into following tradition. And I liked the Master — the younger brother of the Master that caused havoc and disharmony and perished with the Chalice in a horrific fire — and how he, too, had to make a go of it, coming back from seven years training to become a priest of Fire. I admired their partnership, their trust, and while the romance was kind of ho-hum, it fit.

    What I’d really like, though, is to spend more time in this world that McKinley created. So, I can only hope (and hope it is, since she rarely does this) that she is willing to revisit this world another time or two. And maybe I will find myself enjoying the stories even more.

    Geeky Linky Love

    Weekly Geeks is back! Thanks to all who have taken over for Dewey…

    This week’s Geek is:

    In the spirit of the amazing community building that Dewey was so good at, tell us about your favorite blogs, the ones you have bookmarked or subscribe to in your Google Reader, that you visit on a regular basis. Tell us what it is about these blogs that you love, that inspire or educate you or make you laugh. Be sure to link to them so we can find them too.


    I thought, since most of you WGers are not kidlit bloggers, that I would introduce you to the wonderful world of children’s and YA bloggers (or at least my favorites…).

    You all know Becky, from Becky’s Book Reviews, because she’s all over the place. (Which is not a bad thing.) She’s also amazingly prolific, and… my literary twin. I swear. We were born several years apart, in different places, raised differently, and have ended up liking the exact same books. If Becky likes it, I know (for the most part; I think we’ve disagreed on, like, four books) that I’ll like it.

    Next up is Lelia, at bookshelves of doom (isn’t that a brilliant blog title?), whom I read because she’s snarky. Everyone needs a good dose of daily snark, and Lelia provides. She also provides a host of links to other, sometimes obscure, interesting, clever, and snarky places. Oh, and she’s a smart reviewer of all things YA.

    We can’t forget Betsy at Fuse #8, whom I’ve been reading pretty much since she started and was still doing the Hot Men of Children’s Literature (sexist, yes, but very entertaining). I love her Fusenews roundups — she really has her hand on the pulse of kidlit blogs — and her reviews are entertaining and oh-so-good. (Wish I could write like her!) Fuse is one of those people that if she links to you, you get this feeling like you’ve somehow “made” it.

    A few other blogs I’ve been reading for quite a while (three years?) are:

    Jen at Jen Robinson’s Bookshelf is a literary evangelist, not only for the Cybils, but in blogging life, too. Literacy, especially for children, is very important to her. Her reviews — of all things kidlit, from picture books on up — worth reading, too.

    Pam at Mother Reader caught my eye years ago with her tagline: the heart of a mother, the soul of a reader, the mouth of a smartass. Can’t beat that. Plus, she’s the founder of BACA (that’s Bloggers Against Celebrity Authors) and Weird-Ass Picture Books and the 48-Hour Reading Challenge. She has an amazing seires of how to give books, too. Oh, and she adores Mo Willems and Obama. What a woman.

    Miss Erin is the only teenager on my blogroll. Which says a lot about her maturity. And thoughtfulness. And because she’s a great girl. (Want my girls to turn out as well as she has!) A theater geek, book lover, and Shannon Hale fan, she’s also introspective and a dang good poet and reviewer.

    I can’t remember how long I’ve been following Em at Em’s Bookshelf, who does all things YA, or even how I found her. But she’s another blogger who after reading her reviews, I promptly put a book on my bookshelf. She’s quite particular about her star ratings, so if it gets four stars, it’s guaranteed to be good.

    I came across Kerry at shelfelf — or rather, she stumbled across me? — last year when she signed up for my challenge. I’m so glad she did because I love her reviews and thoughts.

    Two bloggers that used to be really prolific, but have dwindled as of late (life getting in the way, which is totally understandable) are Kelly at Big A little a and Anne at Book Buds. Between the two of them, they gave the kidlit community the Cybils. Seriously, if you need a book recommendation for yourself (or anyone you know), head over there . It’s an amazing resource.

    Speaking of the Cybils, without them, I would have never discovered the blogs of the Middle Grade Cybils panel. I would list them all separately, but this is already getting too long… go follow the links to their favorite middle grade books, and then browse a while. It’ll be worth your time.

    Yeah, that’s not all the community — I left out a few big names, like The YA YA YAs or Read Roger, as well as all the authors who are also incredible bloggers; if you haven’t caught Shannon Hale’s How to Be a Reader series, you’re missing out — but those are some of my favorites.

    Maybe they’ll even become some of yours, too.