It's not every day that a King's bones are dug up. So let's celebrate with some bones we dug out of our non-fiction collection today!
Preface: I've been in my department head position for almost a year and a half. I made a conscious effort not to kick off any big weeding projects until I had been on the job for a full year so I could get a good sense of our patrons and what the community was digging. Now that I have a sense of things, we're off to the races! While my colleagues do a brilliant job of all the nitty-gritty work, I take a quick pass through everything before it goes out the door. I present to you the top casualties of the day.
And, finally, the book that gave this post its name:
I am in love with this book. My favorite excerpt:
Don't hook this book
My young whippernap,
For nickels and dimes
It cost-ed my pap.
Don't know if that qualifies as a whimmy-diddle or not.
I think it's also worth noting that the author, a Mr. James Still, has a bio in the back of the book that says "Critics have hailed his verse and fiction for its beauty, humor, and integrity."
And keeping with our old bones theme, I give you my favorite Grade 7 slow dance jam.
For the sake of clarity: this post is about making the connection between two very talented people from different spheres (Katherine Applegate and Justin Bieber) and how social media has contributed to the buzz about those talents. It is not a post about calling into question these people's talents (even if Justin Bieber isn't your cup of tea, he writes songs, plays several instruments and is a pretty dang good singer while bouncing around on stage).
I do not think Katherine Applegate won a Newbery because of Twitter. I think she won one because she is extremely, undeniably talented. Same thing with Bieber: I don't think he wins awards because of Twitter. I think he wins them because he is also talented.
While anyone can, of course, disagree with my opinions on what constitutes talent, I want to make it clear that this post is about observing a tremendously positive, exciting change in the way readers are celebrating books for young people on social media. I think Twitter has changed the level of excitement about the Newbery in a very good way. I do not think Twitter had anything to do with the fact that a very deserving book - The One and Only Ivan - won the Newbery. No matter the state of technology when it was published, Ivan would have won. I really believe that. So...
Stay with me on this one.
So in November, Oprah interviewed Justin Bieber and commented that he is like no other celebrity in history because of social media. Essentially she says (and quite smartly, I think) that Biebs can't really be considered on the same level as Elvis or The Beatles or even Michael Jackson because of the role that Twitter played in his rise to success.
Y'all, I think the same thing happened to The One and Only Ivan this year. It's a Newbery game changer.
To my knowledge, this is the first time there has ever been a real concentrated rallying around a particular Newbery contender on Twitter. Sure, there have been predictions and fan favorites and things, but nothing like what Mr. Schu and Colby Sharp started; from Twitter chats to vlogging to hashtagging 'round the clock, I'd say there was a definite Ivan movement. In 2011, there certainly wasn't a Moon Over Manifest movement as no one had read the dang thing. And while I remember tons of buzz around When You Reach Me for the 2010 prize, I don't think there was the kind of mobilization that there was with Ivan. And in January 2009, only the really cool kids were on Twitter.
To further my point, has a Newbery award winner ever thought of a blogger(s) immediately after hearing the news of winning the award?
And has a Newbery award winner ever thanked a Twitter community or blogger(s) in their acceptance speech? Not that I know of, and I'll betcha my little blue bowler hat that's gonna happen come Chicago.
It's the future, folks. Let's celebrate with this song from The Jetsons movie that, when I was eight years old, considered THE MOST ROMANTIC THING OF ALL TIME.
That's the sound of post-conference blues. You're overtired and feeling wired and crazed and still blinking from the Youth Media Awards light show and you come home and realize that you don't have any eggs to hard-boil for breakfast and your favorite tights need washing and...BLURG.
Well, that's how I was feeling Wednesday morning on my second day back at work post-ALA Midwinter. But then I did some things that put a bit of the pep back in my pants. If you're having a D in the D (down in the dumps) day, follow my patented program.
Tip 1: Put Up Those Posters
For the most part, I'm an anti-swag person. I hate lugging a bunch of stuff home and I live in fear of becoming one of those insane rolling suitcase librarians in the exhibits. But I have started a nice little poster collection in my office and scored two additions this past weekend. Behold, Olivia, matching perfectly with my office's pink walls (yes, I have a boss that let me paint my office pink. Though I originally tried for something more of the Pepto-Bismol variety but that was vetoed).
I also made a bold statement by throwing this one for Lane Smith's Abe Lincoln's Dream right on the front of my office door. This is a no-Confederate zone, y'all!
Tip 2: Put a book you love (but many don't know or under-love) up on display
My pick was Hamsters Holding Hands by Kass Reich, published by BC's own Orca Books. If this doesn't cheer you up, you have major problems. There is a HAMSTER holding a BALLOON ANIMAL. Alternatively, you can put all the award winners from Monday up on display too for bonus points.
Tip 3: Weed Something Ghastly
Like this! Wheezy - a story about a little English boy with asthma published in 1988.
My favorite page is below where the little dude asks "Please could I have some of those leaflets for my asthma scrapbook?" Then he joins "the Saturday Swimming Club for children with asthma" (YES, this is actually what it is called) and everything is hunky dory. He probably grew up just fine. I actually weeded this today, guys. No jokes.
Tip 4: Order Those Winners You Missed
White Bicycle. 'Nuff said (and it's apparently third in a trilogy?! That's gotta be some other record/gasp-worthy thing).
Tip 5: Have Someone Call You a Unicorn
I was helping out with a real reference question doozie on the desk when my girl Saundra sent me this email. A good reminder of the power of a shout-out and what a boost it is to get compliments from colleagues. Made my day and something I want to do more often for others.
And, if all else fails, pump some 90s jams. I blasted this all the way home. Just go ahead now.
BEST THING EVER.
That was Jon Klassen's Twitter reaction to pulling a total Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen style Caldecott move by snagging both an honor and the medal at the ALA Youth Media Awards this morning. As Uncle Jesse would say "Haaaave Mercy!"
Shannon Ozirny: Psychic
Now I know tons of people made actual predictions that came true, but I would just like to point y'all back to a little tweet I busted out 12 days ago:
That's right. Now, Three Time Lucky only got a Newbery Honor, but this makes me at least 1/2 psychic.
This was my very first time attending the awards. It was 14 hours ago and I still kinda feel like this. It was beyond exciting.
I think the biggest thrill was Beverley Brenna winning a Printz Honor for White Bicycle. I thought the name sounded familiar, and after some quick Googling, I confirmed that she is from Saskatchewan! Me too!
Things That Make You Go...Gasp!
There were some particularly cray moments this morning for reals. Gonna bust out the bullets for this one:
- No Printz love for The Fault in Our Stars. How does a book with a million starred reviews and a Time review quote of "Damn near genius" get jack? Beats me.
- No Illustration Honors for the Pura Belpre. Zip.
- No Schneider love for Wonder.
- An Artemis Fowl book got an Odyssey award. I don't know about you, but I haven't said the words "Artemis Fowl" since about 2009.
Me Being an Idiot
The funny thing about conferences is that you are so busy running around and squealing when you run into people that you forget to eat. This happened to me on Saturday. Then I hit the sauce a bit and repeatedly called Kirby Larson "Clare." As in Clare Vanderpool. Kirby is seriously the most gracious, upbeat, kind, wonderful person you will ever meet so she didn't seem to mind at all, but STILL. At least I was confusing her with another amazing Newbery talent and wasn't calling her Francine Pascal or Lauren Conrad.
#1 Pal Award
Finally, a big shout-out to my ride or die pal Travis of 100 Scope Notes for hassling me (in a nice way) to get back in the saddle with my blog. I bounced the majority of my tweets off of him this weekend and also about 93% of the content of this blog post after the ceremony, so if you're digging it, you can thank him. Travis followed me on Twitter back in the day when I had about 60 followers and he, along with the indefatigable ray of sunshine that is Mr. Schu, have been so supportive and made me feel utterly welcome at my first ALA conference back in Anaheim. If it weren't for the good people at Random House and the amazing Kate McClelland and Kathy Krasniewicz Memorial Scholarship that I won last year, I'm not sure that I would have made it to ALA and made some great friends. So good stuff all around.
And in my perennial efforts to bring Jay-Z into everything, I give you this music-less tribute to Jay-Z's favorite headwear, the Yankee cap. I'm sure if anyone took it from him, he would go loco on them Klassen style (the best part is the random dudes they intersperse where you're all "That's not HOVA.")
Yes! LC is back in the news! Ya heard she went all Edward Scissorhands on Snicket, yes?
Behold this awesome photo I threw together in library school using Microsoft Word, cut and paste and alotta heart (I don't have Photoshop, obvs).
It's not the kind of thing I should probably admit publicly, but I have seen every single episode of Laguna Beach, The Hills and The City. We all have our vices.
Okay, full disclosure: I also own a Lauren Conrad for Kohl's white blazer. That I wore today (seriously). But it was a cute outfit! I'm going to go take a picture of it right now to prove it to you.
I have a deep and complex love/hate relationship with Lauren Conrad that is mostly hate. I used to tweet about it a lot way back in '09. Even Heidi and Spencer were following me for awhile (if you don't know who those people are, you are richer for it). I also wrote an unnecessarily long paper about Lauren Conrad and transmedia in library school. This involved having to read L.A. Candy. Thankfully only the first book of the trilogy was out at the time.
When I was researching the paper, I read a lot about Lauren's views on writing. I got to thinking afterwards - who is the antithesis of Lauren Conrad when it comes to words of wisdom on writing for young people? The answer is Katherine Paterson. Duh. And this blog post was born.
The most annoying thing about Lauren Conrad is not the fact that she cut up perfectly good books. The most annoying thing about her is that she seems to take herself really seriously as a writer. She talks about her "process" and all this other nonsense when she is really a celebrity with a ghost writer. I think that, when you are a reality television start turned author, you either have to own up to the fact about that you have a ghostwriter and/or formally acknowledge them (a la Hilary Duff) or be so drunk and crazy all the time that you never talk about your own book seriously (a la Snookie)
So let's make fun of Lauren for being a pretentious wannabe writer.
Then you can make fun of me for buying a Lauren Conrad blazer.
Then we will all get what we deserve.
All this joyful crying at the Olympics got me thinking: why not take a tearful look back at the last seven months to see just how many books have made me cry? It's only three so it won't be too painful.
I should preface this by saying that I'm not a big crier while reading. So 2012 has been a particularly productive year thus far.
Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler. Illustrations by Maira Kalman
Did this book make me cry out of sadness? No. Oh no. This book made me cry out of pure, unfiltered rage. Is there anyone I hate more in this world than Ed Slaterton? Probably not.
To counter the sadness and rage blackout, this Amazon interview with Handler and Kalman brings the LOLs. I love how awkward the whole thing is with the interviewer and am especially tickled by their description of the "working process" that starts around 5:10.
The Fault In Our Stars by John Green
Who doesn't cry reading this book? I mean, really. The interesting thing about TFIOS is that it has a major Charlotte's Web effect on me. That means that I can be anywhere, doing anything, and reading the last line of the book will put tears in my eyes. I was trying to pester our Summer Reading Club assistant into reading TFIOS and actually got damp peepers in front of her when I flipped to the back page. And it convinced her to check out the book! Note to librarians: teary eyes sell books. And make you look like a crazypants.
A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness. Inspired by an idea from Siobhan Dowd. Illustrations by Jim Kay.
Hoo boy, I have never, never cried so hard reading. I literally had to put down the book, take off my glasses and put my head in my hands and sob. That was followed by crying steadily for the last 40 pages. It is such an exquisite, articulate, seemingly effortless portrayal of loss and self-doubt and fear. Brilliant.
And you know, while we're on this whole sad theme, let me also share the only book trailer to ever make me cry. This is the trailer for Pussycat, Pussycat, Where Have You Been? by Dan Bar-el with illustrations by Rae Maté.
WHAT IF THE CAT NEVER CAME BACK!?! Oh, it makes me so sad.
And just for good measure, the movie that has made me cry the most is a bit of a shocker so I'll throw it in here too. It's completely ridiculous, but I bawled through most of District 9. I was so, so, so concerned for that little alien baby! Thank goodness for the internet, because someone has made a bad quality clip montage of the alien baby with "Dust In the Wind" in the background! YES!
You wanna know what makes a quality young adult romance? One that really sticks out from the pack and just kicks you right in the nuts of your heart?
That's right. There is no romance more exciting to read than one that centres around really inconvenient love. Figuring out how to love someone when you both have cancer? Inconvenient. Deciding whether or not you should return to consciousness post-auto accident for your boyfriend? Super inconvenient. Trying to love someone you thought was a girl but then turned out to be a boy? Definitely not on the list of the top ten most convenient things.
Of course, those three scenarios refer to some of my recent favorite lurve-themed YA books: John Green's The Fault In Our Stars, Gayle Forman's If I Stay and Brian Katcher's Almost Perfect. They are brilliant in different ways (and of course deal with many other themes beyond love), but all feature characters who must really, seriously give 'er to earn what their heart desires. I think this theme of inconvenient love is so powerful that it can even carry a the book in the absence of really terrible writing (see: Twilight).
But what does all this talk of inconvenience have to do with David Levithan's new book, Every Day? It is officially one of the most inconvenient cases of love I have ever had the pleasure of reading. The book's main character, simply called A, wakes up in the body of a different person every day. The body might belong to a male or female, a straight, gay or bisexual person, a person of any race - the only consistency is that all the bodies belong to sixteen-year-old people. This is all going along fine until A meets Rhiannon. A falls in love with Rhiannon. And then things get SUPER INCONVENIENT. Because how can you love someone when you have a different body every day? How the heck can that possibly work?
It's a conundrum and a half, and that is why Every Day is so addictive. As readers, we want to find out how someone in such an impossibly difficult, inconvenient situation could make it work. Because if some genderless being with no body can make it work in love, then certainly we all have a shot, right?
This novel is not only exceptional in its premise, but in the brilliant points it subtly makes about the fluidity and elusive nature of gender. Is this the first YA romance featuring a protagonist with no assigned gender? I think so. And that is a really big deal. When this book inevitably becomes a Hollywood blockbuster, I just hope that A remains genderless, and we don't discover at the end that the character's "true" form is actually Taylor Lautner. Or Selena Gomez. Or the dog from The Artist.
And, like every David Levithan book, Every Day is dripping with descriptions of emotions and feelings that are normally impossible to put into words. I swear that there is something on every page of his books that I want to have printed on a t-shirt so I can run out into the street and shout "This is exactly how I feel! Don't you ever feel like this too!?"
If the human heart had a spokesperson, if would be David Levithan.
No offense, Maya Angelou.
Now I have been late to the party on a few things. When it comes to my Abraham Lincoln obsession, I'm about a century and a half late on that trend.
This all started in February. I am an audiobook fiend as I am unable to read in a moving vehicle without spewing. I also like to spice up mundane tasks like folding laundry or steaming my dresses by listening to an audiobook (note: that last sentence is going to appear in the personal ad I post at age 85). Basically, if I'm not reading a book I'm probably listening to one.
I randomly downloaded Chasing Lincoln's Killer on audiobook. I knew nothing about Lincoln other than the fact that he wore noteworthy hats. Within 25 minutes of listening to James L. Swanson's book, I was hooked.
There is no better audiobook in the world. Will Patton narrates and he does an impeccable job.
This is the thing: I am Canadian. Presidents don't get much stage time on our curriculum. This is about the most excitement we get from a national leader (which, granted, was a big deal):
So before listening to Swanson's book, I didn't really get the Lincoln thing. I certainly had no idea how insanely CRAY the events were before and after his assassination. The General Seward bit!? Mother of Pearl, I almost had a heart attack.
Since listening to the audiobook of Chasing Lincoln's Killer, I have watched several Lincoln documentaries and am slowly savouring Candace Fleming's The Lincolns: a scrapbook look at Abraham and Mary. No matter what is going on in my life, reading that dang scrapbook totally takes me away. If I'm having a bad day, it always helps to know that I don't have to tackle the abolition of slavery. For some inexplicable reason, anything Lincoln-related has an uncanny ability to distract and comfort me. This is exactly how those five-year-old boys who are obsessed with dinosaur books must feel.
So if The Chicago Tribune is right and the Lincoln wave is coming, that will no doubt trickle down to children's books as all thing tend to do. And I can't wait. It's been tough for me to get Canuck kids and teens interested in Lincoln stuff (or, indoctrinate them with my obsession) because they have no point of reference and don't really care about American presidents. And there is so much great Lincoln stuff out there already, with some notable 2012 titles. These are on my to-read list:
To close, here I am in a state of bliss outside the animatronic Lincoln Disneyland feature a few weeks ago post-ALA Saturday. There was no line, because people are suckas and don't realize that an animatronic Lincoln rivals Splash Mountain.
I want to begin this review by making a confession:
I own an Insight From the Dalai Lama calendar. You ever wonder who buys those for 75% at the bookstore? It was me. I admit it.
It is one of those page-a-day rip-off style ones with a new quote for each day. Except for the weekends - there is only one quote/page for Saturday and Sunday. I guess the Dalai Lama needs some time off too.
What does this have to do with Rebecca Stead's new book? Two things.
First, I was incredibly eager to see if Liar & Spy was going to live up to the Rebecca Stead of When You Reach Me. Like everyone else on the planet, I fell deeply in love with that book and Stead's writing style. To me, Stead is the Dalai Lama of children's books. Her prose are at once deep and moving but always optimistic and full of love. She writes with such economy and clarity. If Stead's words had a body, I think they would look like the Dalai Lama: smiley, comfy and a just a little bit kooky (have you heard the Dalai Lama laugh? It's a bit kooky. But enjoyable so).
I worried that this mix of loveliness and faith that permeated When You Reach Me was a bit of a fluke, and Stead was going to come out next with a dystopian adventure set in Norse mythology or something. Or that her next book would just be WYRM 1.0. But Liar & Spy isn't WYRM 1.0. It's just as good. It might even be better.
The second reason I bring up my Dalai Lama calendar is because I believe owning one is highly embarrassing. Isn't it just one step away from owning a Chicken Soup For the Soul book? I mean, really. And I don't just own the calendar, people. I save some of the quotes and put them on my fridge. I take them down before I have company, much like a murderer would hide the arms and legs of her latest victim before having a friend over for sushi and Mad Men.
I bring this up because it relates to one of the themes I found particularly intriguing about Liar & Spy, which is the theme of lying to oneself. I can't get into detail without blowing the lid off Stead's now-signature surprise awesome endings, but both main characters - Georges and Safer - have trouble coming to grips with aspects of themselves. That's really all the plot synopsis you need. This "coming to grips" theme usually makes up the whole plot of a middle grade book: kid can't come to grips with the fact she has an absentee parent, kid can't come to grips with the fact he is partly some sort of magical beast or wizard or whatever, kid can't come to grips with the fact he is a horn growing out his butt. You get the idea. But the brilliance of Liar & Spy is that figuring out our protagonists' weaknesses compromises the book's big climax/revelation - it's not the whole dang show. And that is cool.
Others have done much better Lia & Spy reviews wherein they don't divulge personal oddities and/or affection for the Dalai Lama. Travis Jonker has a great one over at 100 Scope Notes and Betsy Bird included it in her recent post on 2013 Newbery predictions (my money is on her money that it is going to be a Random House vs. Random House kinda year).
To end this post, I think we should all enjoy this moment of the Dalai Lama not understanding a joke about pizza.
Yes, I'm still posting about ALA because it was my first one and dang exciting. If you had just experienced Christmas for the first time on June 22, don't you think you would still be blogging about it too? I thought so.
Previous to actually attending ALA, I would follow the conference hashtag on Twitter and feel generally sorry for myself that I had never attended. These feelings of self-pity would really flare when I saw photos from the exhibit floor - "Oh look, there's Mo Willems just casually strolling by!" someone would post along with a twitpic. Way to rub it in.
The thing is, I was always really curious to see what the actual booths looked like - especially the booths of my beloved Canadian publishers. No one really ever posted pictures of the exhibits themselves, just the fabulous people inhabiting them for four days. So this post is basically for myself pre-June 22, 2012. But hopefully some of you who haven't attended ALA, or didn't get a chance to stop at the great Canadian kidlit booths, will be mildly interested.
Kids Can Press is the equivalent of the person who really gets the party started. And, try as you might, it's hard not to get excited about a Christmas Scaredy book. Behold their booth:
Has Groundwood ever published an unclassy book? I think not. I am also loving their new book, I Have the Right to Be a Child which teachers will be clamoring for in the Fall, I know. Because I won't be working for National Geographic anytime soon, all I have is this photo of their banner. Sigh. But it is a beautiful banner.
One of my favourites and publisher of Susin Nielsen who I am apparently obsessed with judging by my last couple posts. And the cover of The French Fry King makes me so happy.
Publisher of one of my faves, Shirley Woods - does anyone do books like Shirley Woods? Novels about fictional animals (that don't talk and aren't creepily anthropomorphized!) that are an amazing hybrid of fiction and non-fiction and completely engaging/dramatic?
They do it all. From the much-buzzed creep show of Erebos (which I still need to read but is never on the shelves) to Robert Munsch to non-fiction queen (and awesome gal) Tanya Lloyd Kyi, Annick is all awesome.
I somehow missed getting a picture of Orca's booth, which is bad because I love them and they are the closest geographically to my apartment. They are also coming out with a very interesting new YA series called Seven. The premise: a grandfather with a pretty interesting/adventurous past dies. He has seven grandsons. They all takes different paths and are presumably affected by grandpa's death in different ways. Each of the seven books is penned by a different, highly awesome Canadian author. It sounds like a Canuck 39 Clues for teens. Should be nifty.
Big apologies if I'm missing any Canadian youth publishers here. It really was great fun to see them at the exhibits - felt like a little bit of home.
Let me close this blog post with a nod to the subpar Sbarro in the Hilton food court, provider of my lunch - a piece of cheese pizza - for three straight days at ALA. Because I was entirely too busy and overstimulated to find a tastier, more nutritious option, I tip my hat to thee for being so convenient and having a way shorter line than the equally subpar Baja Fresh.