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Need Help Figuring out What to Nominate?

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So, the Cybils nominations opened up Monday, bright and early, and even if you weren’t obsessive like me (or not; I didn’t get up at some ungodly hour to nominate)… you still can help out.

I don’t have any suggestions off the top of my head, but thankfully, there are people who have! Also, thankfully, Cybils blog has a list of places to go, so I don’t have to work so hard. And Great Kid Books have a list of book apps that deserve to be nominated as well. 

So, even if your favorite book has already been nominated, there are still many, many more that deserve attention. (And besides, you really want to make us round 1 panel types work, right?)

Get out and nominate! (Please.)

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by Patrick Carman
ages: 9+
First sentence: “Four blocks over and twenty-one blocks down from the Whippet Hotel, there was a crumbling neighborhood of mostly empty buildings.”
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Others in the series: Floors

It seems, to me at least, that Merganzer Whippet was not cut out to be a businessman. And that if he’s having 12 year old boys run his hotel for him, he really needs to have something checked. Granted, that hotel is a whimsical, fabulous place, but still.  Merganzer owes $7million in back taxes (the man needs an accountant!), and since his nemesis, Ms. Sparks, is still out there, desiring to turn the hotel into something, well, respectable and income-generating, Merganzer needs Leo and Remi to go down into the depths of the hotel (there are three sub-floors) to get what he needs in order to salvage the hotel.

Reading this, I was just “meh” about it. Sure,  it was fun and whimsical, but as I pointed out in my review for the first one: this really didn’t need to be written. The “universe” that Carman has created doesn’t really support extended stories, and while I didn’t mind Leo and Remi’s adventure the first time, it was kind of a stretch for me to care about them this time around.

Writing this up, I found myself asking questions like: Why does the kid of color have to be the pudgy one? How come the big baddie is a woman? Are boys the sole proprietors of whimsicalness? Sure, this is meant to be a book for boys, but still.  It seems that Carman has just come up with a formula, and is just plugging in the numbers, not really taking the time to develop characters or their motivations, but rather just going from cool room to cool room just because it sounded, well, cool.

And, while I think kids would like this, I would also like to think that maybe we can expect more from them and from the authors writing for this age group.

Is that too much to ask?

The Best Christmas Pageant Ever

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by Barbara Robinson, Illustrated by Judith Gwyn Brown
ages: 7+
First sentence: “The Herdmans were absolutely the worst kids in the history of the world.”
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I know, I know: it’s October, and here I am, putting up a review of a Christmas book. I’m sorry. (At least it’s October and not July.)

I remember reading this one as a kid, and I think I thought it was kind of fun, but in no way did I think it was a classic. It was silly, I was voyeuristic about the Herdmans (I didn’t know ANYONE that Shocking. Piercing ears with an ice pick! Smoking cigars in the bathroom! Heathens!), but I really didn’t see any Deeper Meaning in it.

I really didn’t think it’d be one of those books that gets read every year, beloved among many.

As an adult, I get the Deeper Meaning — and it’s a sweet message — but I still don’t see why it’s a classic. The writing is, well, simplistic, and the illustrations aren’t that great.  But it does have a great last line — “Hey! Unto you a child is born!”  — so maybe that’s why.

I can take it or leave it.

Curveball: The Year I Lost My Grip

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by Jordan Sonnenblick
ages: 12+
First sentence: “The very first thing I can remember is this: I am really, really mad at my mom for some reason.”
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Peter Friedman lives for baseball. He’s a pitcher who loves the game. No, more than that: he works super hard at it, and is planning on making it his life. And so, what is he going to do now that an injury to his elbow puts him completely out of commission.

Not “out of commission” as in when he heals, he will pitch again. No: he will never play the game again. Ever.

Aimless, he finds himself in an upper class photography class with another freshman, Angelika. And he finds himself not only wanting to spend more time with her, but with photography.

One of the things I really like about Sonenblick’s writing is that he does guys well. They’re guy-y (yes, that is a word), and real, and yet there’s an intelligence about them that suggests maybe sports and guys and all that aren’t nearly as cavemanish as we women seem to make them out to be.

I enjoyed Peter struggling with school and how to tell his best friend AJ that he won’t ever be playing baseball. And I really enjoyed the whole photography framework.

There was a second storyline, where Peter’s grandfather develops Alzheimer’s, that didn’t work quite as well. I guess Sonnenblick felt he needed something Deep in the book, and he needed to have some conflict between Peter and his Grandpa (since they were Best Buds), but I thought it was a bit unfair to place the burden of the grandfather’s deteriorating condition on Peter’s shoulders. Again, I understand the reality of this — what kid who loves and is close to their grandparent won’t feel some of the burden of their declining health — but it didn’t work as well as a storytelling device for me.

But that’s a small quibble in an otherwise good novel.

My Random Musings about KidLitCon 2012

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I have to confess, up front, that I did not utilize my camera as much as in years past. Which really makes me kind of sad. Maybe I ought to think about getting one of those smartphones with a camera on it…

So. The conference. And my thoughts.

  • I should have done the pre-con. I heard the publishers previews were cool and that Grace Lin was a good dinner speaker. But, I went to NYC not only for KidlitCon, but to see a very dear friend whom I haven’t spent any time with in years, and she took precedence.
  • I happen to really like trains/subways, so the hour and a half from my friend’s house into and out of the city was quite wonderful. I also like walking around big cities, so getting mildly misplaced with Charlotte and Sondra was quite enjoyable. 
  • I went to the Graphic Novels panel, and enjoyed it immensely. I don’t know if I got what I needed — to know HOW to write about the art; I may need an art class for that — out of it, but I thoroughly enjoyed the discussion about the relevance of GNs (comics!) and the rising acceptance of it. I especially appreciated the list of must-read graphic novels at the end.
  • My second panel was about talking outside the echo chamber, and while it wasn’t anything I hadn’t heard before, it was actually a great refresher. The biggest thing I need to do? USE HASHTAGS on Twitter. (And that hashtags are searchable? Didn’t know that!) I have also come to realize that posting the same review on several sites (which I do out of laziness) is basically shooting myself in the foot. Must. Take. The. Time. To. Write. Different. Reviews. #notime
  • It’s a good thing I wasn’t really craving burgers, because I ended up being 0 for 2 over the weekend. Shake Shack sounded good, too! That said, I really enjoyed having lunch with the group of people I ended up with. I can’t remember all their names (I know Cecelia was one of them, but hers is the only one I remember. Help?) but I loved sitting in Bryant park chatting with them.
  • Speaking of people: Betsy Bird talks exactly like she writes, which I think is quite awesome. And it was really cool to meet Leila, though  I did wonder if she got kind of embarrassed being the belle of the ball…we all gushed and oohed and worshiped her (me included). Though, admittedly, it’s gotta be just a bit cool to have Maureen Johnson say your blog is one of the ones she takes the time to read…
  • After lunch was my favorite session, the one on “nice” reviews vs. critical reviews vs. negative reviews. There’s a lovely recap of it over at the School Library Journal. Props to Liz B. for saying what was on my mind, at least: “Critical” does NOT mean “negative”. My least favorite phrase in a review? “I love, love, loved it!” Ugh.
  • The last panel was the one that I got the least out of, unfortunately. It was on the relationship between the author and reader in the age of social media, and I wanted… something. Not quite sure what. I did sit next to a nice publishing rep from Toronto, however (man I was bad at names this time around!) and I chatted with Alysa (we sat next to each other in the GN panel, just to confuse the presenters. :-D) for a while as well, so that’s good.
  • Maureen Johnson is a hoot, even if she did just phone it in. No presentation, just opting for a Q&A discussion with her and Robin Wasserman (need to read something by her now). It was intriguing, though maybe I would have rather had something grand and thoughtful (like last year), but MJ is funny enough, smart enough, and interesting enough to make a casual thing work just fine. Besides, some of us hung around after (I’d made a goal to talk to her and not sound like a crazy Twitter stalker woman, though I wouldn’t have without Maureen‘s prodding), and managed to get a picture with MJ and Robin. Cool.

 (That’s my sole picture.)

  • The one downside, while I’m thinking about it, to having this in a library (aside from not having munchies in the back of the room), is that I felt like it lacked the chattiness and community that the other ones I’ve been to had. Granted, this may have been my choice: I chose this trip to be as much about being with my friend, and so I didn’t stay with anyone, or even in the city. Maybe that sense was there, and I just missed it. 
  • The drink night was fun. I talked to Pam for a long time (missed you Jen!) as well as a few others before heading out. 

Overall: a great time! Seriously.  And next year, there’s rumors that it’ll be in my neck of the woods, which makes me happy. Then again, this conference always makes me happy. Oh! And you can find all the recaps here, if you’re interested.

Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.

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by Judy Blume
ages: 10+
First sentence: “Are you there God?”
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I read this one, as probably did most girls my age, when I was eleven years old. I have a vague memory of hiding it from my parents, some vague sense that they’d disapprove of this. I’m not sure if it was because there is God in the title, or because it was about things that a polite person just doesn’t talk about: periods, breasts, and growing up.

I’m not quite sure how I reacted to it. I wasn’t terribly interested in growing up (my mother dragged me kicking and screaming to buy my first bra), and so a whole book about girls obsessing about boys and breasts probably didn’t appeal to me. And I wasn’t exactly questioning my religion, either, so that part of the book probably bored me as well.

I don’t remember if M ever read it, but I know C did for a book group several months back (I skipped the book because I’d miss the discussion; it’s only fair that I got assigned this book to review now…), and she was put off by it. She though the girls were dumb and stupid for obsessing, and had to struggle to finish the book.

I’m not sure if that’s because of the type of person she is, or because of the way I’m raising her.

See: those subjects aren’t taboo in our house. Mostly because I have four daughters, they’re pretty common subjects. And I’d rather it be that way. I’d rather my girls come to me with their questions and problems, rather than trying to find solace and comfort in books. Because I do understand the need for this book (even today): it’s a place where tween girls can go to realize that they’re not alone, they really are normal in their questions and their concerns and their problems. And even if the book is a little dated (the sensibilities of the adults are really very early 1960s!), it’s still relevant.

Even if I still didn’t like it very much.

September 2012 Roundup

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As of Right Now, I am in New Jersey, hanging out with a very dear friend, coming down from the high that was KidLitCon yesterday. There will be a post on that; just let me get back to Kansas first. (There’s no place like home?)

My favorite from this month’s reading??

Every Day

The only person who does John Green as well as John Green is David Levithan. Beautiful.

There were a couple of close runners-up; it was a grand reading month

The rest of the rest (heavy on the middle grade books, as usual)…

Middle Grade:

The Last Dragonslayer
The Hero’s Guide to Saving Your Kingdom
The Hundred Dresses

Liar & Spy
Palace of Stone

What Came from the Stars

 YA:

Cold Fury
Unspoken

Adult:

Desire Path

Audiobook:

Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand (audiobook)

Non-fiction:

Dearie 

Food Rules: An Eater’s Manual

A Desire Path

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by  Jan Shapin
ages: adult
First sentence: “By the time Japan surrendered, Andy’s disappointment extended to just about everything.”
I’d tell you to buy it at your local independent bookstore, but you can’t. 😦
Review copy provided by the author.

It’s the 1930s, the height of the Depression, and everywhere people are struggling. To find work, to find a path, to find themselves. Andy’s in Washington, D.C. when he meets up with an old friend (she always liked him more than he liked her), Anna Mae, who, in the wake of her successful books about Communisum, has fallen in with a hot-shot defense lawyer. Andy falls for the lawyer’s wife, and they fall into an affair. One which goes on for a while, but is finally ended because Ilse isn’t willing to leave her husband and family. In the midst of all this, Anna Mae has her own trials: her father’s mind is going, and she needs to find a home for him, since she’s in Russia and neither of her brothers live nearby. On top of that, after years of reporting on Communism, Anna Mae finally has decided to take the plunge and join the party. Except the people in charge of the party in Seattle are petty and want revenge for the part they think Anna Mae has in all this. Ilse, over the years, is an impartial observer of all this, not really engaging — aside from her affair with Andy — and mostly just being a friend.

I was offered this book to review because I liked the author’s previous one, quite a bit. She seemed to have a way with making grand epics seem personable. But this three-pronged story didn’t do that for me. I struggled to connect with the characters, to find meaning in why these three disparate stories were connected. Aside from the obvious — that they knew each other, and knowing Anna Mae led Andy and Ilse together — there really wasn’t any reason for their stories to be told together.

Out of the three stories, though, I did find Anna Mae’s fascinating. The book I would have really loved to read is the one about Anna Mae, about her journey into reporting about Communism, the reasons behind her ending up in the Soviet Union, her tumultuous relationship with her father, how she and Andy met. In comparison, Andy and Ilse’s affair seems trite, a fleeting moment of passion without the depth that I think the characters wanted to believe they had.

Shapin’s writing is still spare and elegant; giving life and meaning to lives that aren’t that meaningful. It’s what kept me turning pages, even while I was frustrated with the direction of the story. I really did want to like this book; I like the author. But in the end, I just felt that it was flat. Which is disappointing.

Food Rules: An Eater’s Manual

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by Michael Pollan, illustrated by Maira Kalman
ages: adult
First sentence: “Eating in our time has gotten complicated — needlessly so, in my opinion.”
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I suppose this is kind of an unusual pick for me, since I’ve been on board with Michael Pollan’s philosophy (more or less) for years now. And so, in many ways, this little “eater’s manual” is kind of superfluous, at least for me.

But, since I picked it for my in-person book group (I’d wanted to pick Kitchen Counter Cooking School, but the library only has one copy, and I needed something more accessible), I figured I needed to read it.

And while I don’t think I learned anything new, this lovely illustrated, slim book was simply a joy to read. Pollan’s taken his whole philosophy and boiled it down to seven words — Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants — and has 83 rules to help you follow that philosophy. In other words: he makes the complicated and long Omnivore’s Dilemma accessible for, well, ordinary people.

Which means that I hope people will read it, and we can have some good discussion. Because there are some good ideas in this book.

Oh, and as as aside: my favorite rule? I have three: #22, It’s Not Food if It Arrived Through the Window of Your Car; #57, If You’re Not Hungry Enough to Eat an Apple, Then You’re Probably Not Hungry; and #76, Place a Boquet of Flowers on the Table and Everything Will Taste Twice as Good.

Worth reading.

Cold Fury

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by T. M. Goeglin
ages: 13+
First sentence: “My name is Sarah Jane Rispoli”
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All 16-year-old Sarah Jane wants to do is box, hang with her family, and muse about her lack of a love life. However, that is not what the cards have in store for her. See: she’s running for her life. Her 16th birthday turned into a horror film disaster, and she’s got a steel suitcase, a .45, and a notebook between her and certain death. The question is: how on earth can she pull it off?

It’s a great premise: a girl Alex Rider crossed with the Corleone family. There’s a LOT of promise in this, and if boys can get past the girl glaring darts at them on the cover, they’ll like it too. All of which holds a lot of promise.

But my biggest problem with this book was that it took more than 100 pages for the story to get started. While there were hints that something bad has happened: from the outset, you know about the gun and the suitcase, but you have to get the whole history first. You have to establish that she’s a boxer, that her family has mob ties, and that her life is in danger. I understand that, I really do. But did it need to take 100 pages?

But, after those 100 pages, the story really picks up. There’s intrigue, intensity, a hint of romance (but only the briefest mentions; Sarah Jane is running for her life, after all), and, well, action. And, even though there’s a sequel, it resolves quite nicely.

All of which made me like this one better in the end than when I started. I just don’t know how many are going to want to wade through the 100 pages to get to the good bits.