Thank You, 2011

As a kid, my big dream was to get hot chocolate at a downtown diner that I thought was ultra swanky because it was inside a hotel and had gold and red velvety decor. It's what my mom promised we'd do when we're flush...or...when our ship comes in. For a long time, I thought it was a real possibility. Needless to say, the only thing flush was our septic tank's oozing leach field. Our ship never did come in. I'm pretty sure it saw us waving desperately from a distance and sank on the spot. It was such a little thing, too, that cup of hot chocolate. But when there's no money, there's no money.

I'm not complaining, but I do sometimes wonder if I'd feel differently if we'd gone through with that small acknowledgment of success. The problem was, I think we never defined success and never knew what flush looked like. Maybe, in some way, it's one reason I find it hard to celebrate the good things. Unless I count a fishing boat that ferried my sick, barfing carcass from Jamaica to Cuba when I was fifteen, nothing even resembling a ship has come my way.

For some reason, 2011 caught me off guard. Just the other day, I was gearing up to be very glad this year was almost over (as per usual) so that I could hope for better days ahead. Something happened, however, when I tried to dredge up my list of 2011 horribles. There really weren't any. In fact, I had to admit that it's been a very good year. I received my MFA degree after three years of struggle and fear that it would never happen, and I had good friends there to celebrate with me. I had nine stories accepted for publication and found rich, rewarding freelance work. My time as a Cybils panelist was challenging (grueling at times), but I discovered books I would have never come across otherwise and made new blogger friends in the process. I've been blessed with friends and mentors, allies and angels. And I've got the most loving, perfect dog in the world. Who needs hot chocolate from some chintzy, low rent diner to celebrate, when life is flush with so many blessings?

Cheers to 2011 and whatever comes next!

Saving the Best for Last: A Monster Calls

A MONSTER CALLS
by Patrick Ness
Inspired by an idea of Siobhan Dowd
Candlewick Press (September 2011)
Ages 12 and up

I've waited months to read this book. I even pre-ordered it last July when I first saw the cover and thought, oh yeah, this one does not deceive. I was wrong. It does deceive. But in the very best way possible. A Monster Calls is not a horror story (as the title and cover suggest) so much as a haunting story of grief and denial, clinging and letting go, love and fear. There are so many layers to this book—stories within stories, the collision of the natural with the supernatural, truth and self-deception—it is stunning in its blend of ordinary and unhinged reality.

A Monster Calls unfolds slowly, seeping onto the pages with hypnotic cadence and shadowy, shapeshifting illustrations (beautifully imagined by Jim Kay). The truth of what's happening is revealed over a short span of weeks in the life of thirteen-year-old Conor O'Malley whose mother is nearing the end of her battle with cancer. Bullied and alienated at school, abandoned by his father who left England to start a new life and new family, and forced into the reluctant care of his very ungrandmotherly grandmother, Conor has nightmares. The monster is not one of them. The monster, which takes the shape of a yew tree, doesn't frighten Conor, but it does challenge him.

At last, said the monster. To the matter at hand. The reason I have come walking.
Conor tensed, suddenly dreading what was coming.
Here is what will happen, Conor O'Malley, the monster continued, I will come to you again on further nights.
Conor felt his stomach clench, like he was preparing for a blow.
And I will tell you three stories. Three tales from when I walked before.

The monster goes on to explain that the fourth tale will be told by Conor. And it will be the truth. The stage is set and the story unfolds, layers deep, alternating between everyday reality and the shadow world of grief, fear and denial. The tales told by the monster have unexpected endings, twisted meanings. Good and evil are not as clear cut as they seem. It's smart, sophisticated writing that does not cheat the reader by spelling everything out.

The language of the monster echoes the ancestral drumbeat of fireside storytelling. It's the perfect vehicle for this sort of tale, where the truth of real life is just too blinding and unacceptable to acknowledge. Instead, it pulses with words and smoldering images that bring to mind the way things look like other (more menacing) things in the dark. The ending is what every writer should be lucky enough to achieve: inevitable, but surprising. Knowing what's coming does nothing to lessen the blow of its impact.

A Monster Calls is self-identified as being for readers aged 12 and up. Many reviewers have categorized it as Young Adult, a strong contender for the Printz; however, I wouldn't be surprised to see it on the Newbery announcement next month. Regardless of where it lands on the shelf, it's a winner through and through.

Source: I cashed in a gift card through mumbletysomethingazon and ordered my copy there because I wasn't going to let it go to waste and fill their coffers with an unused certificate. Otherwise, I would have purchased it from an independent bookseller, which is what I recommend to you.

Wishing You A

From Millan.Net

Nerdies is the New Hip

It's the inaugural Nerdie awards season, so what are you doing here? Dash over to the Nerdy Book Club, where book is not a four letter word (well, it is, but you know...). Graphic Novel Nerdies are being announced today. Hurry up and get over there!

Move Over, Scrooge

My story, Move Over, Scrooge, is now live and online at the Los Angeles Times Kids' Reading Room. Check it out!

The Nerdwurld Strikes Back

While the longstanding Star Trek v. Star Wars debate may never be settled (too bad because, duh, Star Trek: TOS is the clear winner), George Takei unites the nerdwurld in a battle against the true storytelling evil of our time:

Review: Warp Speed

WARP SPEED
by Lisa Yee
Arthur A. Levine Books (March 2011)
Ages 9 and Up

Just when I thought I couldn't take another book that deals with bullying, up pops Lisa Yee's fresh, fast and witty take on one of the most insidious social cancers of our times. In Warp Speed, Yee pulls no punches when it comes to looking at life through the eyes of seventh grade lunch meat, Marley Sandelsky, a self-proclaimed AV nerd and Trekkie targeted by middle school neanderthals he nicknames the Gorn.

Marley's humorous first-person narration—present tense no less (kudos to Yee for pulling that off with ease)—absorbs the harsh blows of his sickening reality, as do his Captain's Log entries that cloak his emotional pain in Trekkie-esque lingo ("The enemy Gorn have infiltrated a satellite substation. Damage was minimal. However, the stigma of the attack remains.")

The daily abuse of being shoved in his locker, spit on and beat up is something Marley has come to expect, but it's also an ugly truth he hides from his parents and teachers. I initially had a hard time with the fact that he treats his situation lightly, but then I realized, duh, I was looking at this through an unrealistic adult's viewpoint and needed to get over myself. From Marley's perspective, humor is the best way to cope. So is running....really fast...to avoid the Gorn. It's his running away, which turns into running for the joy of it, that's his saving grace.

As a writer, it's incredibly difficult to place your character in a situation that no one has figured out a way to resolve in real life and, well, figure out a way to resolve it. Then, to do it in a way that puts the power in the hands of the main character and not some intervening authority figure. Although, to his credit, Marley tries to enlist the help of an outside force—the Star Trek action figures from whom he draws strength to face his tormentors. The crew of the Enterprise isn't much help, however, when it comes to wooing Emily Ebers, the girl he's beginning to think likes him for more than his garbage gown modeling skills. Honestly, the scenes with Emily in which Marley spontaneously erupts in Klingon are about as painful to read as the ones in which he's being pummeled by the Gorn. In spite of all he has going against him, however, Marley has guts when it comes to surviving love and war at Rancho Rosetta Middle School.

A nice subplot to Marley's story is his family's struggle to maintain their historic movie house, the Rialto, which Marley fears his parents will have to sell. They're kind people, his folks, and their love for each other and Marley offers a solid anchor to what could have become a lopsided bullied nerd saga.

Warp Speed is a well-rounded novel with great pacing, humor and appeal for kids in the upper range of middle grade readers. The best part is that it picks up where three of Yee's previous Rancho Rosetta Middle School novels left off. It reads just as well without ever having read the other books, and will make readers want to go check them out to see what they've been missing.

The Misadventures of Writing

I'm guest blogging over at Morganti Writes today. Read all about the stages of pre-publication grief here.

Bonds of Friendship

The other day, I came across this handmade "Friendship Bond" at my mom's house. It belonged to her mother, and I'm guessing dates to the mid 1920's, before my grandmother's death and the stock market crash that depleted their rather large fortune.

Unlike the financial market, these were the kind of bonds that withstood the volatility of greed. Each bond has the photo of a friend with these words:

Bonds of Friendship
Callable whenever needed
Interest--personal
It is hereby certified that the within bond may always be depended upon under any circumstances by the holder.

The bonds were stored with a 1926 Harper's Monthly Magazine article  by Albert J. Nock called "The Decline of Conversation." It laments the loss of civilized society in a nation that values expansion (more money, higher status, accumulation of things) without a balance of intellect, art, beauty (not the marketable kind) and morals.

Why am I posting this on a blog related to children's literature? Because the art of storytelling is the one glimmer of hope I hold for the future. Like the Bonds of Friendship, stories put stock in the value of humanity.

Great Friendship Books for 2011:

Bird in a Box, by Andrea Davis Pinkney
Hound Dog True, by Linda Urban
The Friendship Doll, by Kirby Larson
The Luck of the Buttons, by Anne Ylvisaker
Wild Wings, by Gill Lewis
With a Name Like Love, by Tess Hilmo

Nuff Said

Most refreshing reading initiative of the year, offered by Ryan Gosling's Hey girl, I like the library, too.

Review: Lucky Cap

LUCKY CAP
by Patrick Jennings
EgmontUSA (April 2011)
Ages 8-12

Patrick Jennings has got to be one of my favorite writers, not just because he writes in such an easy going carefree style, delivered with engaging humor and peppered with pathos, but because he takes risks. He does his own thing, regardless of conventional expectations. Case in point: Lucky Cap, his latest novel for middle grade readers.

In Lucky Cap, eleven-year old Enzo Harpold goes from average to amazingest in the blink of an eye when his father takes a management position with the ultimate sporting goods company, Kap, and off they go on a summer tour of Kap outlets, complete with personal lessons by sports legends and an all around can't-be-topped experience. The story opens just as Enzo's fantasy summer is coming to an end and he's faced with the horror of starting sixth grade. His biggest fear is that he'll go from top of world to bottom of the heap just as quickly as he ascended to glory.

Except for one thing: Enzo has a special prototype cap given to him by his dad's boss at Kap. Enzo is convinced that this cap has imbued him with some sort of magical middle school mojo. Given the phenomenal good luck he has on his first day of sixth grade (being nominated class president, attracting girls left and right, getting in with the cool kids), Enzo's confidence runs amok. Read: this kid has an out-of-control, over-the-top ego. And this is where Jennings takes his biggest risk. Creating a character/narrator that's, well, rather hard to love.

If Enzo's ego and good fortune hadn't been so over-the-top, it would be difficult to justify an entire novel in his defense. But since it is over the top, and there's no defending the way Enzo treats his best friend from elementary school (not to mention girls and kids who get in his way), by the time he loses his cap and spirals out of control, it all starts to come together.

In a way, Enzo's story reads like a deal with the devil, in which the devil's abode looks and functions a lot like middle school and survival of the best-dressed/most-glib/social climbers—in fact, a microcosm of the larger world we all live in. His dad's boss at Kap behaves a lot like a silver-tongued emissary from corporate Hades, plying young Enzo with a philosophy of accumulation and egocentrism. This kid goes completely off the rails, thanks to the fine makers of athletic wear and cold-hearted competition. Some readers might miss this, thinking Enzo is just a jerk, but I've read enough of Jenning's work to know he's not one to promote the slope-headed mentality of commercialism and convention.

The proof is in the ending, which I won't give away. You'll just have to read it to find out. Lucky Cap is not for readers expecting to cheer for a beleaguered underdog, but it shines as a tale of middle school madness.

Source: Copy provided by the publisher.

In the Mood

When I was doing my practice teaching to a group of teens, I liked to start off with a video to get everyone into the creative spirit or to introduce a topic that we'd be working on. This one was particularly well received. (Note: if an ad pops up, wait a few seconds and click on the x to remove it so that you can enjoy the full effect of the video):