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Technical detail

Due to space restrictions, my blog guru and I recently deleted all of the files associated with my original blog address.  If you still have that original address bookmarked on your computer, rather than the new address, you will encounter a strange-looking screen when you try to access my blog.

Hopefully, those of you whom this affects will find your way to my homepage, and from there to the correct blog address.  Please do use this address to access my blog in the future:  abbykingsbury.org/books

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A two book weekend

After a season of home improvement projects, the cold weather has finally moved in, and I was able to enjoy a two-book weekend.  Absolute heaven (though it wouldn’t be so heavenly if I did this every weekend).

The first book was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie; the second book was The Off Season by Catherine Gilbert Murdock.  Both books concern young adults who struggle with big life issues, teens who face deaths of loved ones, poverty, terrible accidents of loved ones, and school pressures.  I enjoyed both books, but Alexie’s novel rises to a far higher level than Murdock’s.  Far higher.

Alexie’s touch is lighter and cleaner, and the events of his story feel more genuine and less soap-operatic, while Murdock’s novel made me think of the show E.R. when it turned the corner from interesting to a bit over-the-top ridiculous.  Notably, Alexie’s novel is semi-autobiographic, while Murdock’s seems to be rather removed from her real life (her biography states that she grew up in Connecticut, lives now in suburban Philadelphia, and attended Bryn Mawr College – but The Off Season and its predecessor, Dairy Queen, take place on a family dairy farm in Wisconsin, with a main character who’s more jock than brain).  Does this prove true the old adage that an author should write what he or she knows?  According to the teen book group, who discussed Dairy Queen two weeks ago, that adage is indeed proved.  But I think that The Off Season is weak for another reason, since I did enjoy Dairy Queen: it suffers from sequel-itis. 

When I finished Dairy Queen two weeks ago, I was perfectly happy with it, and happy to imagine how D.J.’s life evolved after the conclusion of the book.  But in preparing for the book group discussion, I was reminded that there is a sequel, and the temptation was too strong: I read the sequel.  And the sequel answered all the unanswered questions from the previous book, and then continued on into new dramas and new difficulties in the life of D.J.  In reading the sequel, I became passive as a reader, since my thoughts and feelings on how D.J. might have matured and grown became moot in the face of the “real” answers.  My opinions didn’t matter any more, because the author, the real authority, had come through with what really happens to D.J.

And that, in a nutshell, is what’s wrong with sequels.  Reading is joyful because it’s active, because the reader gets to take the author’s words and descriptions and use the author’s starting point to embellish and visualize the world of the novel.  Most wonderfully, readers get to close the book at the end and imagine what happens next – how the characters will age and change – how their lives will progress.  I love a book that leaves me with questions, and provides me with the space to answer those questions for myself.  Some sequels honor that space and that role of the reader, but too often sequels impinge on the reader’s right to be active.  And it’s dreadfully hard to avoid sequels in children’s and young adult literature, since a large proportion children’s and YA books today are published as part of a series.  Totally understandable from a marketing standpoint, and totally understandable from an educational standpoint (developing readers seek out series books, for a multitude of very good reasons), but totally sad from the standpoint of an adult reader like me who likes to have a significant role in the reading process.

Sherman Alexie

My current book-in-progress (the one I’m reading just because I want to, not because it’s for one of my book groups) is The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie, and I was so pleased to see yesterday that it won the National Book Award for Young People’s Literature.  I love this book: it’s deeply funny, and by that I mean that the humor is intermixed with the deep realities of a teenage life.  And the depth extends beyond Junior’s observations on his own life; as I read it, I’m finding myself more and more baffled by the continued marginalization of Native Americans in US society.  How can things still be so bad?  How is that possible???  I’m only half-way through the novel, which I’ll try to finish today, and I’ll be interested to see how the novel progresses, and what thoughts Alexie leaves us with at the end.

And one last thought on the National Book Award:  I do wish that they would establish two new categories in place of the “Young People’s Literature” category.  Wouldn’t it make more sense to have one award for Young Adult Literature and another for Children’s Literature?  They are kinda different, after all…

Magyk by Angie Sage

I’m only about one-fifth of the way through Magyk, but so far I’m really enjoying it.

Magyk and its successors, Flyte and Physik, have been sleeper hits in the library with fourth and fifth graders:  the kids who know about the books passionately love them and read and re-read them, but there are a lot of kids who don’t seem to have ever heard of this trilogy.  So I decided it would be a great idea to read Magyk  for the fifth grade book group (which will be meeting tomorrow).

At 564 pages, it’s a bit of a project to try and read for the book group (both for me and for some of the kids in the group), but the book’s quick pace and smooth style make it more approachable than its girth would initially suggest.  And luckily we can take advantage of this three-day weekend to finish reading…

I’m looking forward to tomorrow’s discussion, even though comparisons to Harry Potter are inevitable, because this is just the type of book that these fifth graders love to read:  well-written fantasy with a lot of action, suspense, magical terminology, and colorful characters.  And when we’re discussing a book that everyone loves, then everyone participates and the group’s meeting is fun for all, me included.  And, if we’re having a great conversation about the book, maybe the kids won’t notice that I sneakily bought 100% whole wheat bagels and light cream cheese for the book group snack.

Germs

I’ve been taken down.  Again.

Friday night was movie night – we showed Ratatouille – and I spent the whole movie alternating between riding the volume on the remote control and ducking out of the main hall to indulge my coughing fits.  My dinner that night?  Cough drops and water (and a late bowl of soup upon arriving home).  I’m not going to even discuss Ratatouille, because I hated it, but I think I mostly hated it because I felt like crap and just wanted to be home in front of the wood stove with a cup of tea and a cat in my lap.

Lisa told me that I “have a weak constitution.”  Harumph!*  Seems to me I was barely sick at all last winter.  The real problem is that I work with kids – lots and lots of kids, of all ages – all day, every day, and my poor beleaguered system can’t get a chance to recover and become healthy.  Fifteen toddlers and their moms in a small story room on Mondays: that’s a lot of germs.  A similar number of infants and their moms on Tuesdays.  Six or so preschoolers and their parents listening to my stories on Thursdays: even more germs.  All the elementary school and middle school kids who sneak usage of my phone while I’m away from my desk: I don’t even want to think about those germs and their direct access to my immune system (and so much for training the kids to only use the phone in my office – the minute I’m away from my desk, they use my primary phone.  grrrrrrr). 

And then there are the books.  I had to go buy a new paperback copy of Magyk by Angie Sage to read for the upcoming book group meeting; the library copy that I brought home is BEYOND disgusting.  A hardcover petri dish.  Blech.

Thank goodness for this three-day weekend.  Lots of OJ and rest are on my schedule for the weekend, and nothing else.

*  and Lisa, if this doesn’t prompt you to leave a comment, I don’t know what will!  🙂

Framed by Frank Cottrell Boyce

The 6th Grade book group discussed Framed by Frank Cottrell Boyce a week ago Tuesday, and they were very firm in their low opinion of the book, which didn’t surprise me.

Originally, I was going to try to replicate the kids’ comments on the book, but now so much time has elapsed that I don’t think I’ll be able to.  Suffice it to say that not one kid in the group liked the book much, they weren’t engaged by the characters, they couldn’t relate to the lifestyle and culture of the Welsh town in which Framed takes place, and they really didn’t see much humor in the book.  And surprisingly, not one of the kids attending the group that day had been intrigued enough by the paintings cited in the text to follow the link to the National Gallery and look at the paintings online.

Thank goodness that I had thought to bring in my laptop that day, and that I had created links to each painting on my favorites list.  Without question, the best part of our meeting that day was the time we spent looking at the paintings and discussing the paintings.  I even found a short narrated guided tour of the Mona Lisa which allows you to see the back of the painting and the repairs that have been made to the Mona Lisa over the years.  The kids were most engaged and interested while they were viewing the artwork, and I do think that seeing the art added immeasurably to their understanding of the book.  Had I been teaching this book in a school reading group, I would have been sure to introduce the art first and have those images in the minds of the readers as they read the story.

And my opinion of Framed?  I’d like to say that I loved the book.  It’s witty, subtle, totally unique, and laugh-out-loud funny at times.  But as I was reading the book, I had a sneaking suspicion that the kids would not like it.  Much of the humor is very British, and very grown-up.  Things that made me laugh flew over the heads of the kids in my group.  I’d love to know how British and Welsh kids react to this book; was my group’s lack of appreciation due to cultural differences, or to the humor being too sophisticated? 

So once again, I brought a very well-reviewed, highly regarded children’s book to my book group, and it fell flat for them.  Once again, the question arises:  how problematic is it that children’s literature is written by, published by, marketed by, and bought by adults?  I, for one, will never have an answer to that question.

Tad Hills visit, part 2

I just went through my email inbox and deleted all the email correspondence that led up to Tad Hills’s visit to the library yesterday.  Yowsa.  There were at least 25 emails – communications with Tad, with the teachers at the elementary school in Northborough that he visited yesterday morning, and with the woman in charge of author appearances at Random House.  It’s amazing how much work an event like this is for all concerned, and deleting those emails made me wonder whether the patrons at the library have any understanding of what’s involved in setting up library events.

That aside, the event was a huge success.  Only about 40 parents and kids attended, which was disappointing (at least 20 people stood us up!), but they were a fabulous crowd.  Tad is a rare combination of a talented author/artist and born teacher.  He read from a special giant version of Duck, Duck, Goose, then brought out a felt board with scrambled felt pieces on it.  He held up each piece and talked to the kids about its shape (circle, rectangle, banana that swallowed a grapefruit), then assembled the shapes together on the board to make – Duck!  Even better, once Duck was fully assembled, he showed the kids how he could change Duck’s expression with tiny adjustments, like shifting Duck’s eye pupil, or moving and molding Duck’s eyebrow, or changing the angle of Duck’s beak and head.  Even though the kids in the audience were mostly quite young, they were transfixed by these transformations.  And I really appreciated seeing someone else work with a felt board and felt pieces, since this is something entirely new to me that I’m trying to bring to my storytimes (I definitely learned a lot from watching Tad, most importantly that I need to slow down my felt board presentations and have more fun with them).

Then Tad put the felt board away and got out a watercolor pad and paints and painted Duck for the kids.  Duck is standing happily in some grass, with a blue sky overhead, and Tad very generously signed the painting “To my friends at the Harvard Public Library – Tad Hills.”  Roy has promised me that we’ll get a frame for the painting and hang it in the children’s room (I was originally advocating for the painting to go in my office, but that would be a bit greedy of me…).

For me, there were two best parts of the day:  meeting Tad’s mother, who drove out from Boston to see him, and the enthusiastic reaction of one of my favorite fifth graders to meeting Tad.  Tad’s mom (and Tad) are distantly related to Jim, and it was fun talking to Joanna about Jim’s uncle Jack and his father Ned, and also talking to her about the Bullard Farm, which I’ve only been to once but now would love to visit again.

And that fifth grader?  She and a friend from the same grade came up to me and asked, tremblingly, whether there was room for them to attend.  Of course, I said, and as I said that, this fifth grader spotted the copies of Duck & Goose on the table in front of me.  “That’s the BEST book!” she exclaimed, and I smiled and pointed out Tad to her, saying, “Why don’t you tell him that?”  As she realized that Tad was Tad, her eyes got huge, and she ran over to him and yelled, “You’re AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!”  Then both girls ran out of the room, and came back within about a minute with multiple sheets of lined paper and begged Tad for autographs.  Of course he obliged, and even did little drawings for each girl and for several other girls who appeared out of nowhere.

Thanks, Tad.  Everyone had a great time, and we all really appreciate your driving from New York City (and back again last evening!) to visit our library!!

Tad Hills visit

Tad Hills is coming to the library this afternoon to read from his books (including the New York Times bestseller Duck & Goose), and I’m hoping for a full house.  It’s been many months since planning for this event began, and I’ve advertised it in every way I can imagine, including an open invitation to other children’s librarians in the state.   If you’re not signed up for this event, and you’d like to attend, please do feel free to just drop in:  we’ll make room for you!

See you this afternoon!

A perfect storm of events

Oh my oh my oh my.

This week is a perfect storm of events:  the Tad Hills author visit, three storytimes and the Saturday Storytime, the teen book group, Friday movie night (Ratatouille), Thursday game hour…and four nights of tutoring in my after-library hours.

Yikes. 

I’ll do my best to post entries this week, but I very well may not have time…please bear with me!