Do Not Adjust Your Dial

I'm not going to be posting for more than a week because I have to finish going over the copy editing for Happy Kid!, and then I will be traveling. When I get back I hope to have read many books and have a few interesting thoughts to share. Or a few thoughts, interesting or not.

And the 53rd Book of the Year Was...

The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby! The exclamation point is because I liked the book.

Remember a few weeks back when I told you all about the books I brought home from the library? And the ones I wanted to bring home, but didn't? Well, Nick Hornby does a column every month for The Believer in which he talks about the books he bought the preceding month and the books he read. They're not necessarily one and the same. His reading interests are all over the place, which I rather like. When he writes about your more literary books, he does so in a very nonpretentious way; and when he writes about genre books, he doesn't act as if he's slumming. I love this guy!

Though I'm not a hundred percent certain what the title means. The Polysyllabic Spree is how he refers to the people who run The Believer. They seem to have an attitude about book criticism. I won't go so far as to say they want it to be positive. It's more that they don't want it to be snarky. I won't get into all that.

I will say, though, that the Polysyllabic Spree should be grateful to be represented by the likes of Nick Hornby. I'm going to check out their magazine now. Just because of him.

Now, you're probably saying, that's all very nice, Gail, but what does any of this have to do with children's literature, the so-called topic of your blog? Okay, I can make a connectinon.

You see, Nick Hornby wrote a book called About a Boy, which also doesn't technically have anything to do with children's literature, the so-called topic of my blog. However, About a Boy involves a twelve-year-old boy who suffers terribly because he just doesn't get cool. He doesn't understand how to be cool. About a Boy also involves a thirty-something man who does get cool. He doesn't understand much of anything except how to be cool. I think About a Boy would make a good "adult book for young adults." Especially for young adult guys. When I see adult books on, say, high school reading lists, so many of them are womany-type books. This is a guy book.

Okay, it's been a few years since I've read About a Boy, and I suppose it might contain some druggin' and sex talk, if not real sexual activity. But, I ask you, have you read any YA books lately? I don't think there's anything in About a Boy that would damage high school students, and they may find some good stuff in it.

So there. I made a connection.

Movie and TV Connections

For some reason or another all the middle-aged women guests at the company Christmas party last year were squealing over The Princess Diaries 2. I don't think they'd seen it. I watched it on DVD this past weekend. Oh, my goodness. The ending of the movie definitely sounds like the end of the line for that series, and it's a darn good thing, in my humble opinion.

I'd still be willing to give the books a shot, but my library never has the first volume around when I think to look for it.

This past weekend (last night to be exact) I also saw the second episode of the third season of Foyle's War. Now, Foyle's War has absolutely nothing to do with children's or YA literature. However, it was created and written by Anthony Horowitz, who writes the Alex Rider series. I'm not crazy about Alex Rider, but I'm a big Foyle fan.

Maybe it's because, heaven help me, I've reached an age where I find men like Michael Kitchen attractive. Hey! It takes a lot of guts to wear a hat like that!

The 52nd Book of the Year

Writing Stories by David L. Harrison was the 52nd book I read this year. As you can probably guess from the title, it's a book on writing.

Now, writing books tend to be really dull no matter who they're written for. Lately, I've preferred reading books on creativity, myself. But Writing Stories was shelved with the new children's books at my library, so I decided to give it a try.

The book is a mixed bag. Among the positive things I found in the book was an explanation of how a writer moves from a memory to a story that is close to my experience as a writer. The description of how journals can be used was good, too. I know I could never bring myself to keep a journal as a teenager because the idea of writing down what happened during my day seemed deadly. And my kids hated them as grade schoolers. But journals can be anything you want them to be, and Harrison describes all the many things that can go into them. I like the way he describes genre, too, explaining that the things that happen in a fantasy or science fiction novel must be believable within the world that the author has created in his book. (I'm going to take notes in my journal on some of what Harrison has to say about genre.) Revising is different from rewriting, according to Harrison, something that I'd never heard before, but he convinced me.

On the negative side, though, Harrison talks about 11 tools, 4 techniques, and 25 writing secrets. Perhaps I'm just overly sensitive because I'm still slogging my way through How to Read a Book, which is filled with detailed rules. However, I find so many tools, techniques, and secrets overwhelming. Some of Harrison's terminology doesn't conform to the standard elements of fiction taught in schools, either. There's probably nothing particularly wrong with using his own terminology, but I found it confusing. A child who had not yet learned the standard terminology might not be bothered by Harrison's, though.

I think a child would have to be extremely motivated to read this book. I can't imagine a child who struggles with writing sticking with it for very long. A teacher could find some useful help in here, though.

And Harrison ends his book with something I liked. "Only those who write become writers." That's something new writers of all ages often have trouble accepting.

This Seems Like a Good Idea...

...but I shudder to think what would have happened if I'd suggested it when my kids were young.

The September issue of Better Homes and Gardens has an article on a parent-child book club for families. Families as in more than one at a time. Families as in more than one parent. Nancy Christie, the author of the article, suggests that four or five family groups (no more than eight to ten people) read the same book and get together at a location inspired by the book to discuss it.

Now, I love to discuss books. And I would love to discuss books with my kids. The problem with this whole plan would turn up if I made the suggestion to anyone--family members, friends, neighbors. This just wouldn't have happened.

However, if a teacher created a family book club, it would be a whole different story. Or maybe a librarian. No, a teacher would have better luck. People will do things for teachers they won't do for other people.

"Read her when you're 13 but then forget about her"

No, the person being quoted in this BBC News article was not talking about me, but Agatha Christie. And yes, I believe she is read by many in their early teens. I read her throughout my teenage years and even beyond and am a fan of both the recent and more recent Miss Marples that have aired on PBS.

Only a Month and a Half--or so--Until November

That means it's almost NaNoWriMo time again! If I'm going to take part in National Novel Writing Month this year, I've got to finish a draft of a book for younger kids by the end of October. Perhaps NaNoWriMo will provide the motivation I need.

The Fifty-first Book

I finished reading my fifty-first book of the year this morning before getting out of bed. The Gate to Women's Country is not a children's or YA book even though the main character is a child in various points in the story. I mention this because a children's book must have a child as a main character. But a book with a child main character is not necessarily a children's book. One tipoff is if the main character is an adult recalling her childhood, as is the case with Women's Country. Lots of times you get the feeling that the adult is recalling her childhood because, as an adult, she recognizes some event as significant. Thus there is an adult point of view having its way with the story somehow.

And Another Literary Event

If memory serves me, just yesterday I said something about being unable to spit without hitting a literary event of some sort. And sure enough, I heard about another one today. A group called The National Children's Book and Literacy Alliance is sponsoring In Celebration: A Conversation with the NCBLA Authors and Illustrators on December 10th at the Mount Holyoke College campus in South Hadley, Massachusetts. It's described as "an informal, freewheeling, and highly entertaining conversation on writing, illustration, children’s literature, the arts, reading rights, and citizen activism."

The National Children's Book and Literacy Alliance says at its website that its "main goal is to make issues related to young people's literacy, literature, and libraries an ongoing priority on our national agenda. We act as a freelance, nonpartisan advocate, creating and developing special projects and events that promote literacy, literature, libraries, and the arts; educating the public about practical literacy and education solutions; and ensuring young people's right to read."

I thought I'd heard of The National Children's Book and Literacy Alliance, but I may be getting it confused with Children's Literature New England, which exists "to promote awareness of the significance of literature in the lives of children." Though according to its website, it won't be existing for long, since it plans to close-up shop in 2006.

A Festival at my Old Stomping Ground

Burlington, Vermont will be hosting the first Burlington Literary Festival on September 23 through 25. None of the links to the Festival's website are working. However, according to Chicken Spaghetti, Steven Kellogg and Julius Lester will both be there, as well as adult writers.

Burlington is, of course, the home of The University of Vermont, which can lay claim to having provided me with a higher education. It can lay claim to having educated me, though I don't think it often does.



The next Buy a Friend a Book Week is coming up the first week of October. It comes four times a year--the first weeks of January, April, July, and October. I just missed one of the earlier ones and am delighted to have another chance to take part. All you have to do is buy a friend a book for no reason. This is not a time to get started on your Christmas shopping! Just buy!

One of the things I like about Buy a Friend a Book Week is that it gives us readers an opportunity to take a stand against all the doom-and-gloom sayers who insist no one is reading, bookselling is going to hell in a handbasket, the sky is falling, and civilization is on its way out. How can things be that bad when you can't spit without hitting a literary festival like the one I just wrote about above? People are interested in reading and books. Buy a Friend a Book Week is a chance to prove it.

Oh, my gosh! I can't believe it! I inserted an image, and it worked! This could be the start of fantastic things to come!

Or not.

Passing the Fifty-Book Mark

A couple of days ago I finished reading my fiftieth book of the year. Freddyand Fredericka isn't YA, but I did enjoy it, anyway. Except for the epilogue. I hate epilogues.

Last year I read sixty books. I have three and a half months to read ten more books to hit last year's mark. I think I should be able to do it, because I have a week's vacation the end of the month and should be spending some time in a car. I need to find me a bunch of short books!

And Still More On My Not-so-Stellar College Experience

I was writing a couple of days ago about things I learned in college in classes taught by uninspiring--or worse--professors. In thinking about college, I have to say I can't remember any outstanding professors. No one changed my life. I read Lord Jim, though, and actually liked it. I started listening to classical music because there were no words to distract me while I was studying. I still listen to it, unencumbered by any actual knowledge of the stuff. I was an English and history major, which in those days meant a lot of reading and lectures, so I became a compulsive book highlighter and note taker. Today I'll underscore articles in magazines and take notes while I'm talking to my mother on the phone.

Not only can I not remember any outstanding professors, in many cases I can't remember professors at all. I remember books and...stuff. The folkstories about Ethan Allen I came upon while researching something else. Novels by Robertson Davies and Mordecai Richler. I read their work for decades after I got out of school and no longer had to. My junior year I watched The Rowdyman, a famous Canadian movie no one down here has heard of, with a classroom full of students I didn't know. That's a lot liking watching a movie by yourself. Being by yourself is the best way to watch a moving that's going to leave you stunned the way The Rowdyman left me.

Maybe going to college isn't about the teachers, good or bad. Maybe it's about the experiences you'll have. Maybe it's not about someone teaching you something. Maybe it's about you learning something. Which is quite a different thing.

What's Going on Out There?

Hurray! I'm Going to Know What's Going on in England Again!: For a couple of months I've been unable to access Achockablog. Turns out it was totally my fault. Stupidity. My bad. I'm connecting again in time to catch a link to the Telegraph on Philip Pullman. Pullman has gone on record as being against school drills that enable kids to get good grades that will make the school look good. Children should not be "going to school in order to get qualifications so that the school doesn't fall down the league table, rather they should be "going to school for something interesting, for a first acquaintance with a delight that will last you a lifetime".

Of course I agree with him. The question is, though, how do you do that?

Pullman also says, "I was lucky enough to grow up at a time and go to church at a time when the King James Bible, the 1662 Book of Common Prayer, and Hymns Ancient and Modern were the three great texts."

I've heard others rave about The King Jamesversion of the Bible. In fact, once after hearing Madeline L'Engle rave about it at a public talk, I was inspired to stop at the mall on the way home and buy a copy.

I definitely didn't get what all the buzz was about.

Don't All Teenagers Read Pride and Prejudice?: I know I did. So that means it's okay for me to report that Jane Austen is big business in her home country. Sounds like something out of a Jasper Ffordenovel, doesn't it? Thanks to Arts Journal.com for the link.

The Outsiders is Going to Be Re-released! Personally, I'm not that excited about it. I saw the movie on video when a young relative was an enthusiastic fan of the book. He read the book well over ten times and became interested in Robert Frost because Hinton quoted one of his poems. I respect all that, but my biggest memory of watching the movie is sitting in my living room, looking at the clock on the mantel, and thinking, "Dear God, how much more of this will I have to take?"

However, I understand that many people are delighted the movie will get a limited re-release and is coming out on DVD. They should also be interested in The New York Times interview with S.E. Hinton.

Somehow, I didn't expect her to be older than I am.