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I love seeing international covers! Here are both book covers as designed by my Czech publisher Fragment. And if you are fluent in Czech, you can read my interview on Magician's Book Blog by the lovely Filip Faja. Thanks Filip!
0 Comments on Czech it out! as of 2/7/2013 6:56:00 PM
In the second book of the Prophecy of Days series, Caity and her totally trusty BFF, Justine, continue their quest to unite the world's young people to fight the Shadow Government. Enrolling in an exclusive private school as a cover, they travel to the Dunhuang Caves under the pretext of a research project to find Uncle Li and the Sanskrit texts now in his possession. Aided by hunky Alex and members of The Council introduced in the first book, Caity and Justine arrive in China only to find that many things are not as they appear and that the Fraternitas and Shadow Government are infinitely more powerful than Caity ever imagined. Conspiracies abound in the second book of the Prophecy of Days series, which, if possible, moves at an even greater pace than the first. Raedeke weaves together an impressive array of mysticism, ancient knowledge, and conspiracy theories while keeping the main plot, if not all the details, easy to follow. Caity's emerging romance with Alex is sweet and believable, but readers will certainly enjoy the brief love triangle with the addition of handsome but obviously sinister Jules D'Aubigne. While more literary readers may scoff at the idea that love and good vibes from the under-twenty set can conquer a worldwide secret government that controls everything from electromagnetic energy waves to the World Bank, they are missing the point. Do not bother worrying about plot holes or stereotypical characters; just sit back and enjoy this summer blockbuster of a book.
VOYA is “the library magazine serving those who serve young adults.” Reviewer: Summer Hayes
3 Comments on Voice of Youth Advocates (VOYA) Review, last added: 8/16/2011
Thanks to everyone for coming to Barnes & Noble last night! It was great to see so many people of all ages. A fabulous way to kick off a birthday! And thanks, Jennie for the photo and the blog homage!
4 Comments on A Successful Launch!, last added: 7/30/2011
So happy for you. I still don't understand all the science in the Serpent's Coil. I guess "Young Adult" readers are far beyond me in the grasp of this stuff. LOVED this book!
So I've been here in Manhattan for almost a week working on a secret project, and it's been very busy. Today was the first day I've had to kick around, so my first task was to catch Prophecy of Days in situ at the main branch of the New York Public Library. It still makes me giddy to think that my book is shelved in this iconic library.
I love this place! It's a Beaux-Arts masterpiece.
My goal was to find the books on the shelves and take some quick snaps (without flash, of course, NYPL staff). I was so bummed that they were all checked out! Well, I suppose that's a good thing, but I was really, really looking forward to that photo. So I snapped a pic of the catalog screen - though all digital, it's technically still a photo of my book in the NYPL. I leave dejected that my life is becoming ever more virtual.
Digital pic of digital representation of PoD in the NYPL.
On my way out my spirits are lifted by two enormous replicas of the lions in Legos. I miss my children terribly, and this meshing of where I am with their favorite toy makes me smile.
100% Legos, 110% regal.
1 Comments on Quest for Prophecy of Days at the NY Public Library, last added: 7/18/2011
Good post! It is wonderful that the Books One are checked out -- all the more to read Book Two! I'll bet you are lonely for the kids. Juliet said she missed you SO much, and that was last Thursday. Take care and have a safe flight home. Love, Mom
Release date was July 8 so I was expecting to see nothing before the second week in July. But yesterday I found this in the mail! It’s very exciting to see the finished cover with the spot varnish. The snake really pops! I kept it in my bag at work and would glance fondly at it now and then.
And last night, as a lovely coincidence, I had tickets to Ray LaMontagne/Brandi Carlisle/Secret Sisters. It was a beautiful evening of music under the stars with my oldest friend Julie and my second book tucked in my bag.
Perfect day!
6 Comments on The Serpent's Coil Has Arrived!, last added: 6/25/2011
It looks so smooth and pretty! :) Congratulations Christy! I still haven't read your first book - can't find a copy anywhere!
Anonymous said, on 6/23/2011 11:17:00 PM
CONGRATULATIONS!!! Can't believe it came so early. when is the release party? CAM
Steve Davis said, on 6/24/2011 4:44:00 PM
Love the cover!!! It goes so well with the first book's cover, which I've always thought was one of the coolest graphics I've ever seen. Precious...Amazon has the Daykeepers' Grimoire available and it's a MUST read. You'll be hopping to read the second book right away, so order both. The rest of us had to wait over a year for book 2...and it was a LONG wait!!
Steve - Thank you so much for the kind words about the cover!
CAM - Book release party is at Barnes & Noble on July 27th!
Precious, I am still amazed that you cannot get the book where you are. I'm not sure what to do - every copy I send you "disappears" in the mail system. WorldCat shows that there are several libraries near you that have it - perhaps that's a way to get your hands on it?
I was recently invited to be the guest at a book club that had chosen Prophecy of Days as their monthly selection. I was in the living room of a lovely Virginia home, watching the women speak, answering their questions, telling them a bit about book two – yet I was sitting at my desk at home. Skype is a beautiful thing.
At one point in the conversation I was struck by the delicious notion that we were using newest technology—a peer-to-peer video call system via high-speed wireless connections—to discuss the oldest technology: writing.
Roughly 5,000 years have passed since Sumerians pressed their reeds into soft clay tablets and then fired them. This encoded information allowed them to pass on knowledge; to allow future generations to learn virtually. Essentially removing the barrier of space and time, a person unrelated in place or decade could decode the wisdom imprinted on that clay and reconstruct its meaning. It’s an astonishing leap, really. A truly human invention.
Fast forward five millennia and we are using the technology of writing more extensively than ever before. More than a million books are published every year! It’s thrilling to me, this unprecedented body of knowledge growing and growing. What’s more, were applying new technology to this old technology, as in the case of Skype. Just as my book was encoded in writing and decoded by the human brains that read it, I myself was encoded by my computer in Oregon and decoded by Shawn’s computer in Virginia.
There’s some beautiful recursion here that makes me happy late on a Sunday evening ...
2 Comments on New and Old, Old and New, last added: 6/16/2011
I was recently invited to be the guest at a book club that had chosen Prophecy of Days as their monthly selection. I was in the living room of a lovely Virginia home, watching the women speak, answering their questions, telling them a bit about book two – yet I was sitting at my desk at home. Skype is a beautiful thing.
At one point in the conversation I was struck by the delicious notion that we were using newest technology—a peer-to-peer video call system via high-speed wireless connections—to discuss the oldest technology: writing.
Roughly 5,000 years have passed since Sumerians pressed their reeds into soft clay tablets and then fired them. This encoded information allowed them to pass on knowledge; to allow future generations to learn virtually. Essentially removing the barrier of space and time, a person unrelated in place or decade could decode the wisdom imprinted on that clay and reconstruct its meaning. It’s an astonishing leap, really. A truly human invention.
Fast forward five millennia and we are using the technology of writing more extensively than ever before. More than a million books are published every year! It’s thrilling to me, this unprecedented body of knowledge growing and growing. What’s more, were applying new technology to this old technology, as in the case of Skype. Just as my book was encoded in writing and decoded by the human brains that read it, I myself was encoded by my computer in Oregon and decoded by Shawn’s computer in Virginia.
There’s some beautiful recursion here that makes me happy late on a Sunday evening ...
0 Comments on New and Old, Old and New as of 1/1/1900
I recently took some time off work to go with my daughter’s class on the annual fifth grade Oregon Coast field trip. I had three big revelations over the three-day event: 1) Eleven year old boys are like perpetual-motion machines, 2) Fifth grade is the year you start to smell, and 3) Learning is hard!
I had forgotten how exhausting it was to actively learn. This was stuff I was really interested in and it was still difficult to pay attention and really be engaged with an instructor hour after hour. Now I have a bit more sympathy for my kids who come home wiped out from school. I used to be all, “Suck it up! You should try working! You have two recesses and snack time!” Now I get it. At the end of a day of cramming information into every wee crenulation of your brain, a little Sponge Bob can be a balm.
So glad you did this post, as I wanted to know what went on there. Amazing opportunities for the kids and all that were there. Hard to believe these kids I subbed for so much in 1st grade will now be in Middle School! CAM
I recently took some time off work to go with my daughter’s class on the annual fifth grade Oregon Coast field trip. I had three big revelations over the three-day event: 1) Eleven year old boys are like perpetual-motion machines, 2) Fifth grade is the year you start to smell, and 3) Learning is hard!
I had forgotten how exhausting it was to actively learn. This was stuff I was really interested in and it was still difficult to pay attention and really be engaged with an instructor hour after hour. Now I have a bit more sympathy for my kids who come home wiped out from school. I used to be all, “Suck it up! You should try working! You have two recesses and snack time!” Now I get it. At the end of a day of cramming information into every wee crenulation of your brain, a little Sponge Bob can be a balm.
Oh my gosh! I cannot wait for Serpent's Coil and to see what will happen next (loved Prophecy of Days). I really wish the odds of winning were better, but I'll be entering regardless of that. :)
The nice people at Flux let me take their display copy of The Serpent's Coil at BEA and I'm so excited to read it! I saw it literally squealed with excitement and then again when they said I could have their only copy :)
Nikki, I love that you snagged the Flux copy at BEA! I hope you like it! I made a LOT of corrections and changes in that ARC, so please forgive the mistakes!
You never know what you’re going to get at the animal shelter. Based on who she grew up to be, our last cat (RIP Stimpy!), came from a long line of domesticated couch potatoes.This new kitten? Not so much. I think her parents weren’t even one generation out of the jungle—they must have been straight-up feral. For instance, she refuses a water dish, preferring to take her water from what she considers “natural” sources (like the vase of greenery above) and her razor blade claws open up my kids’ skin so often I’m afraid the school will suspect them of being cutters.
A couple of weeks ago, new kitty woke us up “playing” at 4 am. She was running around the room like crazy, scratching around under the bed, meowing, and just being generally annoying. Later that day – out of exhaustion from the kitty night antics –I lay down to take a short nap before we had to go to a party. One my head hit the pillow I heard a little scritchscritch sound coming from my bedside table. In an act of great bravery, I called my ten year old daughter in to open the drawer. “I think something’s in my bedside table,” I told her, adding, “open it slowly, please!” in a wavering voice. She pulled the drawer out an inch and we saw all we needed to see. Beady eyes. The kitty had dragged a rodent in to our bedroom, where it had sought safe haven in my bedside table, chewing nervously on a paper snowflake Juliet had made for me. Naturally, we screamed and slammed the bedside drawer closed so hard that it forced the little guy out the back of the drawer. By this time I had only a few minutes before we had to be at a dinner party, so we decided to let nature take care of the problem: we threw the cat in the room and closed the door. It was the first time in my life I’d ever left the house hoping to see a dead rodent in my bedroom upon my return.
Five hours later, we tentatively opened the door. On the bed was the kitty, sitting like a proud sphinx. At the threshold of the door was the poor furry creature, laid carefully on its side without any mess. That night I slept in my daughter’s room and the next day was devoted to deep, Clorox-fueled spring cleaning.
I’d hoped this was a one-time deal, but last night we experience rodent redux. This time we were able to corral the two into the bathroom. I had to sandwich my head in between two pillows to drown out the horror of mouse screams (yes, they scream). I felt great guilt at what was my second active hit on a rodent inside the house. But this time the cat got bored and mewed at the door after awhile. Scott went in to find the poor mouse doing skateboard moves up the half-pipe of the tub, completely unable to get enough purchase on the porcelain to get out. He put the poor thing outside where it ran back to the enormous hedge that surrounds our house. This hedge is like something out of a Beatrix Potter book, large enough to house all kinds of birds and squirrels and mice. A veritable buffet for our feral kitty.
I can't believe it happened AGAIN! Just be glad she doesn't bring in live birds like Mourning Doves to play with inside. They fly around by the ceiling, losing feathers and poop, and the humans have to don gloves and try to catch them for release. That was Java's(RIP)favorite game! CAM
Once, when I was cute and flirtatious, my boyfriend and I were giggling in our room and I flung myself on to the bed to find I landed on something wet and rather leathery. A frog. Gutted and prepared as a gift from Mia, the Huntress House Cat. Totally ruined the mood.
You never know what you’re going to get at the animal shelter. Based on who she grew up to be, our last cat (RIP Stimpy!), came from a long line of domesticated couch potatoes.This new kitten? Not so much. I think her parents weren’t even one generation out of the jungle—they must have been straight-up feral. For instance, she refuses a water dish, preferring to take her water from what she considers “natural” sources (like the vase of greenery above) and her razor blade claws open up my kids’ skin so often I’m afraid the school will suspect them of being cutters.
A couple of weeks ago, new kitty woke us up “playing” at 4 am. She was running around the room like crazy, scratching around under the bed, meowing, and just being generally annoying. Later that day – out of exhaustion from the kitty night antics –I lay down to take a short nap before we had to go to a party. Once my head hit the pillow I heard a little scritchscritch sound coming from my bedside table. In an act of great bravery, I called my ten year old daughter in to open the drawer. “I think something’s in my bedside table,” I told her, adding, “open it slowly, please!” in a wavering voice. She pulled the drawer out an inch and we saw all we needed to see. Beady eyes. The kitty had dragged a rodent in to our bedroom, where it had sought safe haven in my bedside table, chewing nervously on a paper snowflake Juliet had made for me. Naturally, we screamed and slammed the bedside drawer closed so hard that it forced the little guy out the back of the drawer. By this time I had only a few minutes before we had to be at a dinner party, so we decided to let nature take care of the problem: we threw the cat in the room and closed the door. It was the first time in my life I’d ever left the house hoping to see a dead rodent in my bedroom upon my return.
Five hours later, we tentatively opened the door. On the bed was the kitty, sitting like a proud sphinx. At the threshold of the door was the poor furry creature, laid carefully on its side without any mess. That night I slept in my daughter’s room and the next day was devoted to deep, Clorox-fueled spring cleaning.
I’d hoped this was a one-time deal, but last night we experience rodent redux. This time we were able to corral the two into the bathroom. I had to sandwich my head in between two pillows to drown out the horror of mouse screams (yes, they scream). I felt great guilt at what was my second active hit on a rodent inside the house. But this time the cat got bored and mewed at the door after awhile. Scott went in to find the mouse doing skateboard moves up the half-pipe of the tub, completely unable to get enough purchase on the porcelain to get out. He put the poor thing outside where it ran back to the enormous hedge that surrounds our house. This hedge is like something out of a Beatrix Potter book, large enough to house all kinds of birds and squirrels and mice. A veritable buffet for our feral kitty.
Wonderful book bloggers Fragments of Life and Amaterasu Reads are teaming up for an incredible December Book Giveaway Extravaganza! Each day from December 13th through the 24th they’ll be featuring a book by posting a review and/or interview and a giveaway. Then to top it all off, on the 25th they’re have a big prize pack giveaway that will be open internationally.
Here’s the lineup:
1. December 13 – Kick-off Giveaway of The Other Side of Dark by Sarah Smith + Review
2. December 14 – Interview with Adele Griffin + Giveaway
3. December 15 – Interview with ME! + Giveaway
4. December 16 – Interview with Holly Cupala + Giveaway
5. December 17 – Interview with Amy Holder + Giveaway
6. December 18 – Interview with Inara Scott + Giveaway
7. December 19 – Before I Fall by Lauren Oliver Review (Prize Pack Giveaway)
8. December 20 – Interview with Kimberly Derting + Review of The Body Finder (Prize Pack Giveaway)
9. December 21 – Personal Demons by Lisa Desrochers Review (Prize Pack Giveaway)
10. December 22 – Interview with Brenda Pandos + The Sapphire Talisman Review
11. December 23 – Interview with Julie Chibbaro + Review of Deadly (Prize Pack Giveaway)
12. December 24 – Review of Misguided Angel (Prize Pack Giveaway - Revelations)
13. December 25 – Prize Pack Giveaway
That’s a lot of books to win! Good luck to all.
4 Comments on Thirteen Days of Giveaways!, last added: 12/13/2010
You know when you come across an idea so amazing yet necessary that you wonder why no one had thought of it before? Author Kay Cassidy (The Cinderella Society) has done just that with The Great Scavenger Hunt Contest. Kay has devised a free game for libraries to run that encourages reading, promotes authors, and rewards librarians - a triple win! I think more than 600 libraries are now participating, along with scores of authors and thousands of kids.
I'm so proud to announce that this month Prophecy of Days is finally in the race! And to celebrate I'm donating an extra $50 certificate to the mix - so there will be an extra winner in December. Yay!
I really don't know how Kay has tome to write, promote her book, run the incredibly time-intensive Scavenger Hunt, and manage a family. Thanks for helping promote authors to libraries where we might not otherwise get acquired! My hat is off to you.
And librarians, be sure to check out The Great Scavenger Hunt Contest - it's a great way to engage kids and get them reading a real variety of books!
1 Comments on Live in the Hunt!, last added: 12/30/2010
It’s alive! This week I received my first Advanced Reader’s Copy (ARC) of book two! I've looked at the cover art a hundred times, yet nothing quite prepares you for seeing it in book form. Funny as it may sound, it reminds me that the other book is still out there! My husband told me this morning that a high school boy came up to him yesterday and was raving about how much he was enjoying my book. We both kind of marveled at the fact that we don’t think about the book that often; it almost feels like a movie that came out and then went away. Release time was hectic with all the readings and school visits, but once the initial few weeks of fervor were over, we all went about our normal lives—which for me includes a pretty intense day job. So when I get an ARC in the mail or hear about a kid who is reading my book, it snaps me back to this alternate reality, the reality where I am an author. I didn't intend to have a double life, it just sort of happened.
My kids have been trying to get me to play Mario Kart on the Wii since Christmas. I’d honestly rather clean those vile little bolts around the base of the toilet than play video games, so it’s taken them a while to get that silly white steering wheel in my hands. When we started playing I felt like I was 15 again the first few minutes of having learner’s permit. I was overcompensating so hard that I was bouncing off rocks and guardrails and enormous mushrooms and whatnot. It was infuriating—just when I got up enough speed to clip along there’d be another obstacle or a quick turn. I asked the kids if there was a course that was simply a straight road so you could just gun it. They looked at me as if I’d just revealed a vestigial tail, and said, “Uh, no. What would be the point?”
That’s kind of what I wanted the writing life to be. You know, put out a book and then gun it. But, as my kids would say, “What would be the point?” Perhaps there’s a reason I’ve run in to an enormous mushroom or slammed into a guardrail. Perhaps it’s not supposed to be easy. Because we tend not to value what comes easily.
Raising good children, finding work you enjoy, getting published—none of it is easy. But there are moments, like the first time you touch a book that bears your name on its spine, that make it all worthwhile. I’ve just had one of those days.
It is so lovely to see the book for the first time.
And you hit it out of the park on this post. We do not tend to value what comes easily. And those of us who strive to be authors who are also mothers and also have full time work commitments often struggle. A LOT.
Haha, congrats on the book! It looks gorgeous! I think it's so cute how the boy came to you about the book! t
Anonymous said, on 2/12/2011 8:31:00 AM
What a wonderful post, Christy. It is so great that you see the value in the things you work so hard for, and are realistic about the things that are really meaningful. The books make a glorious couple, and I can't wait to read Book II! CAM
I love your post, Christy. I SO remember the day my picture book, Keep Your Ear on the Ball came in the mail. I couldn't stop touching it! My behavior bordered on obscene - there, I said it.
Congratulations. Enjoy every minute, every school visit, and every author talk. I get it that we work for the joy of creating, but holding the book in your hand... Nothing compares. THAT'S what we really work for!
Oh how I love the blogging community!I have been so negligent of this blog for the past few months, but then I post something special to me and I see that people are still reading. Thank you, friends! It means the world to me.
So when I first read your FB post, I didn't read the whole blog story. This morning I read it - it made me cry. Beautiful reminder - it's not always easy - what would be the point? The mushrooms of life almost always make it so much more interesting. Am excited to read #2 - and hope you have more days that remind you that you are an author. xoxo ct
See this tiny room? That’s what I was supposed to share with a stranger. The other bed? That would be where the photographer is standing in order to capture the charming shot. So when I showed up to the Asilomar Writer’s Conference and saw this, I bailed. I immediately turned around, walked outside, and looked at Hotwire for a room in town. With that kind of short notice, all I could get was a place in an old 40’s drive-up motel, the kind that in less touristy towns might rent by the month. But it was mine, all mine! The funny thing is, I spent no time there. The conference hooked me, from breakfast through the last glass of wine well after midnight.
Inspiration is a funny thing. Sometimes all you need is an idea, sometimes all you need is energy. And sometimes,you get a conflation of both. For me, that happened at Asilomar.
The speakers were great – I think this is the first conference where I attended every session. Like a seed feeling for the warmth of the sun on the damp earth above it, I soaked in everything the various authors, Illustrators, editors, and agents had to say. But it was the evenings that provided the heartiest sources of inspiration for me. After the last evening session, groups would congregate in different areas. Both nights I ended up sipping wine and eating Moose Much in the fireside lobby of the very lodge where I was originally booked to share a 76 square foot room with a stranger. Shame on me for not staying - the commute would have been far easier up two flights of stairs than across town.
It was here that 20 or so of us ga
6 Comments on On Getting Unstuck, last added: 4/7/2011
Thanks for sharing your experience, Christy. I have a conference on the horizon and this is just the reminder I needed to immerse myself in the energy of other gathered writers!
Can't tell from your post who the stranger was (probably because it was a stranger), but a. always trust your instincts, especially with strangers, and b. some of the best people I have met in my life started out as strangers. When in doubt, refer to rule a.
The conference sounds great!
I urge everyone I know to boycott Hotwire. Long story. Another time. Matt
See this tiny room? That’s what I was supposed to share with a stranger. The other bed? That would be where the photographer is standing in order to capture the charming shot. So when I showed up to the Asilomar Writer’s Conference and saw this, I bailed. I immediately turned around, walked outside, and looked at Hotwire for a room in town. With that kind of short notice, all I could get was a place in an old 40s drive-up motel, the kind that in less touristy towns might rent by the month. But it was mine, all mine! The funny thing is, I spent no time there. The conference hooked me, from breakfast through the last glass of wine well after midnight.
Inspiration is a funny thing. Sometimes all you need is an idea; sometimes all you need is energy. And sometimes you get a conflation of both. For me, that happened at Asilomar.
The speakers were great – I think this is the first conference where I attended every session. Like a seed feeling for the warmth of the sun on the damp earth above it, I soaked in everything the various authors, Illustrators, editors, and agents had to say. But it was the evenings that provided the heartiest sources of inspiration for me. After the last evening session, groups would congregate in different areas. Both nights I ended up sipping wine and eating Moose Much in the fireside lobby of the very lodge where I was originally booked to share a 76 square foot room with a stranger. Shame on me for not staying - the commute would have been far easier up two flights of stairs than across town.
It’s alive! This week I received my first Advanced Reader’s Copy (ARC) of book two! I've looked at the cover art a hundred times, yet nothing quite prepares you for seeing it in book form. Funny as it may sound, it reminds me that the other book is still out there! My husband told me this morning that a high school boy came up to him yesterday and was raving about how much he was enjoying my book. We both kind of marveled at the fact that we don’t think about the book that often; it almost feels like a movie that came out and then went away. Release time was hectic with all the readings and school visits, but once the initial few weeks of fervor were over, we all went about our normal lives—which for me includes a pretty intense day job. So when I get an ARC in the mail or hear about a kid who is reading my book, it snaps me back to this alternate reality, the reality where I am an author. I didn't intend to have a double life, it just sort of happened.
My kids have been trying to get me to play Mario Kart on the Wii since Christmas. I’d honestly rather clean those vile little bolts around the base of the toilet than play video games, so it’s taken them a while to get that silly white steering wheel in my hands. When we started playing I felt like I was 15 again the first few minutes of having learner’s permit. I was overcompensating so hard that I was bouncing off rocks and guardrails and enormous mushrooms and whatnot. It was infuriating—just when I got up enough speed to clip along there’d be another obstacle or a quick turn. I asked the kids if there was a course that was simply a straight road so you could just gun it. They looked at me as if I’d just revealed a vestigial tail, and said, “Uh, no. What would be the point?”
That’s kind of what I wanted the writing life to be. You know, put out a book and then gun it. But, as my kids would say, “What would be the point?” Perhaps there’s a reason I’ve run in to an enormous mushroom or slammed into a guardrail. Perhaps it’s not supposed to be easy. Because we tend not to value what comes easily.
Raising good children, finding work you enjoy, getting published—none of it is easy. But there are moments, like the first time you touch a book that bears your name on its spine, that make it all worthwhile. I’ve just had one of those moments.
You know when you come across an idea so amazing yet necessary that you wonder why no one had thought of it before? Author Kay Cassidy (The Cinderella Society) has done just that with The Great Scavenger Hunt Contest. Kay has devised a free game for libraries to run that encourages reading, promotes authors, and rewards librarians - a triple win! I think more than 600 libraries are now participating, along with scores of authors and thousands of kids.
I'm so proud to announce that this month Prophecy of Days is finally in the race! And to celebrate I'm donating an extra $50 certificate to the mix - so there will be an extra winner in December. Yay!
I really don't know how Kay has tome to write, promote her book, run the incredibly time-intensive Scavenger Hunt, and manage a family. Thanks for helping promote authors to libraries where we might not otherwise get acquired! My hat is off to you.
And librarians, be sure to check out The Great Scavenger Hunt Contest - it's a great way to engage kids and get them reading a real variety of books!
By: Christy Raedeke,
on 2/7/2013
I recently took some time off work to go with my daughter’s class on the annual fifth grade Oregon Coast field trip. I had three big revelations over the three-day event: 1) Eleven year old boys are like perpetual-motion machines, 2) Fifth grade is the year you start to smell, and 3) Learning is hard!
Excellent review! It is a thought provoking book for even the adults who have read it. Congratulations, Christy!
CAM
What a great review, Christy!
It's exciting you have TWO books out there, in all kinds of readers' hands, all over the world.