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...I wrote about M.M. Vaughan's The Ability, which wasn't a perfect match for me, but will very likely please younger fans of Roald Dahl.

...HAS ME FROTHING.

Susan Cooper's The Dark is Rising is only 99¢ today!

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I own, like, 47 print copies of it, but I JUST MAY NEED to buy the ebook, too.

Huh. It's... not so surprising that I'm always broke, eh?

At Shelf Awareness:

Click through for the whole thing, it's adorable.

BECAUSE HOLY COW, IT IS AN AWESOME STORY.

From an interview at KidsEBookBestsellers:

I guess Traditional is probably the right word, but it was highly unconventional. I sent two of my short stories to Diana Wynne Jones. Not only was she gracious enough to read them, she recommended I send them to her American editor Susan Hirschman who agreed to publish my collection of short stories, Instead of Three Wishes.

Click through for the details! 

From the St. Louis Beacon:

But her dream soon became his dream and one of the nation’s most prolific and successful writing teams was born.

They set out to fill the void of missing African-American history and to counter stereotypes of popular children’s books such asThe Story of Little Black Sambo. "These images,” Mr. McKissack said, “last a lifetime.”

Via cynsations, where there is an excellent round-up of remembrances and appreciations.

Image via the National Children's Book and Literacy Alliance.

As I'm sure you've already heard, E.L. Konigsburg died this weekend.

Which is a huge loss.

She's one of the very few authors on my personal Doesn't Know How To Write A Bad Book list, and even though I haven't picked up one of her books in a few years—I'm planning on digging them out this evening—the news of her death was a punch in the gut.

Here are a few links to obituaries and remembrances from around the kitlitosphere and beyond:

At Educating Alice:

I was fortunate enough to meet Mrs. Konigsburg a few times. My favorite memory of these was at a late evening drinks reception where I sat with her and a handful of others on bar stools around a small high table, quite starry-eyed to be included. She was definitely one of the classiest and smartest people I have ever read or met and I hope that her books will continue to provide the same intellectual and aesthetic pleasure for others that they have for me

From the AP:

In 2004, she told The Dallas Morning News that she built her characters and plots by imagining situations what-if situations with her children, grandchildren and students.

"I think most of us are outsiders," she said. "And I think that's good because it makes you question things. I think it makes you see things outside yourself."

At the Dallas News:

She also found it funny that for many years, the Metropolitan Museum of Art refused to sell From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler because, she speculated, they feared the book would encourage kids to do what her characters did and and sleep on an exhibit bed and bathe in the water fountain when the museum was closed.

Eventually the museum not only relented, but they allowed a movie adaptation of the book to be filmed on its premises.

At the BBC:

Her first book, Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth, was given a special Newbery honour the same year she won her first Newbery medal, making her the only author to win two Newbery prizes in the same year.

At Cynsations (lots of other links here, too):

In my new purchased copy of Mixed-up Files (not the only one I own), she wrote: "Thank you for loving this book so much for so many years."

I'm the one who's grateful. I can only imagine how many times she scribbled that sentiment, or one very much like it, for readers who were starstruck, too.

At AmoXcalli:

For years, The View from Saturday was read, re-read and re-read yet again until it fell apart, then I’d run out and find a new one. She touched my life and my heart with her books and she lives on in them.  My granddaughter now reads and re-reads From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler much as I did The View from Saturday. I am positive, because her books are so enduring that my granddaughter’s grandchildren will one day be lying in a window seat with a well-loved, almost falling apart book by Ms. Konisburg in their hands.

At the Children's Literature Network:

Reading A View from Saturday touched my heart. I had grown up with kids like this. The notion of an Academic Bowl was so appealing that I wanted to slip back to my childhood, go to that school, and be on the team. Elaine Lobl Konigsburg told stories about real children, kids that many of us could side with, laugh with, cry with, and not feel alone.

From Mindy Klasky:

Along with books by Zilpha Keatley Snyder and Ruth M. Arthur, the stories of E.L. Konigsburg were some of the very first that sparked my imagination, that taught me about secret worlds where I could explore very far away from the suburban streets of North Dallas.  (And I’m a bit astonished to realize that virtually all of Konigsburg’s books are set in the real world — historic world sometimes, but not in made-up secondary venues.  I’m surprised because those books carried a sense of wonder, a vision of different-ness, that flavors my speculative fiction today.)

From Diana Peterfreund:

It’s about independence and New York and art and Michelangelo, and I was more than a little like Claudia at that age, and I used to try to figure out how long I’d last in that place and what I’d spend money on (I tell you, I’d not be as obsessed with baths as she was) and to this day, whenever I’m in a restroom at a museum, I think about the whole “standing on the toilet seat and ducking” trick.

Lastly, here are the links to the personal obituary (as opposed to industry and press ones) and the online guestbook.

I'm sure there are lots of others—if you've run across any especially nice pieces, let me know in the comments. Or, if you feel like it, tell me which of her books is your favorite. (Mine continues to be Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth.)

Stefan Bachmann's The Peculiar is $1.99 today, and it has me tempted.

Those of you who have read it: should I give in to my less-than-thrifty nature and buy YET ANOTHER BOOK?

Do I have this figured out right? The first Baby-Sitters Club book came out in 1986, and the girls were in seventh grade. According to Wikipedia, they were thirteen. So, assuming that my simple math is correct, Stacey would have been born in 1973?

It seems weird that Stacey McGill is older than me.

ANYWAY, it's her birthday. According to this calendar, at any rate.

So I shall point you back to my post about Raina Telgemeier's comic-style version of the first book in The Baby-Sitters Club series: Kristy's Great Idea:

It's all in here—Kristy's bossiness and her issues with her parent's divorce; Stacey's secret diabetes and boy-craziness; Mary-Anne's sensitivity and her very protective father; Claudia's solid relationship with Mimi and her difficulties with Janine—without the slog through (admittedly unintentionally hilarious) three paragraph descriptions of Claudia's fashion choices, etc. 

Has anyone read The Candymakers?

It looks like a riff on the premise of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and as it's by Wendy Mass, I'm inclined to trust that it's a GOOD riff, and not a DERIVATIVE riff.

Anyway, it's $1.99 today, and I figure that I'd buy anything else by Wendy Mass for $2, so here I go... CLICK.

Spoilers about The False Prince are a necessity here. If you haven't read that one, you should: it's twisty-turny-fun-fun-FUN with political intrigue and narrator who is a strict truth-teller but also completely untrustworthy and a great cast of characters and did I mention how much fun it is? It ALSO (deservedly) won a 2012 Cybils award.

THIEVERY! PIRATES! BROKEN BONES! OLD FRIENDS! OLD ENEMIES! OLD FRIENDS WHO ARE NOW ENEMIES! NEW FRIENDS! NEW ENEMIES! LOTS OF ACTION, ADVENTURE, AND SURPRISES! ALSO ROMANCE! I love this series. There's enough information provided at the beginning for new readers to catch up—and for old readers to get reacquainted with the characters and challenges and politics—but I really would suggest beginning at the beginning.

If you haven't read it and you're still reading, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. (Seriously, shoo! Go read it.)

With the very first line of The Runaway King, Jennifer A. Nielsen reminded my exactly why I enjoyed The False Prince so much:

I had arrived early for my own assassination.

It's just so... JARON-Y: hardboiled, wryly humorous, a little bit self-deprecating and a little bit pompous. The plotting, too, starts with a bang—or, well, a swordfight—and it doesn't slow down once. This isn't a marathon of a book, it's an all-out sprint. As in the first book, many of the chapters end with cliffhanger-y lines like: I was only midway through one of my better curses at him when he raised the sword and crashed it down on my head. It would make for a great read-aloud, and I very much hope that Scholastic got a strong reader for the audiobook, because it deserves one.

I have a few minor complaints. Jaron makes some tactical moves that had me yelling "AUUUUUUUUUUUUGH, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?" and at one point, "NOOOOOOOOO! DON'T EDWARD CULLEN HER, YOU MORON!" (Then again, it's almost always a point in a book's favor if I start yelling at it—it speaks to an exceedingly high level of engagement!) Also, there's a major plot point that hinges on the may-as-well-be-patented Michael Crichton* formula in which, for the entire book, the protagonist tries to remember a crucial piece of information, and 300 pages later, he finally does... JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME. Which I always feel is kind of weak. Finally, as Jaron uses a lot of the same lying-by-telling-the-truth deflection techniques that he used in the first book, his habit of playing his cards super-close occasionally comes off as more obnoxious and smug than entertaining and surprising, but for reals, those are all just petty, minor issues: for the most part, I read the whole thing quite happily. And I totally can't wait for the next one.

I suspect that the basic premise of the first book will tempt some readers to label this trilogy as The Queen's Thief-lite, but I think that's as unfair to Nielsen as it is to label The Hunger Games as a watered-down Battle Royale: they're geared to different audiences, and I wouldn't even say that they're in the same genre, with The Ascendance Trilogy as a throwback to the very same Olde-Fashioned Straight-Up Rip-Roaring Adventures that pundits occasionally proclaim to be extinct, whereas The Queen's Thief started as that same sort of story, but then morphed into a political thriller and a meditation on leadership and service and life-as-an-individual versus life-as-a-political-figure and heck, if you don't know what I'm talking about, I don't know why you're spending time reading this and not headed for your local library RIGHT NOW. 

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*Every Michael Crichton book I've ever read uses that formula.

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Author page.

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Amazon.

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Book source: Review copy via Netgalley.

At the Horn Book:

Enter Harriet M. Welsch, who became my role model and savior. I read Harriet the Spy soon after it came out (and I now bless the school librarian who put it on the library shelves for me to find). I was absolutely shocked by it at the time. Shocked that Harriet could defy her parents and her friends and still survive. Shocked that she loved and missed Ole Golly so much that she threw a shoe at her father to express her anger. Shocked that an adult author could know so well what really went on in the minds of children.

Seriously, go read it. By the end, I was all weepy.

Love Harriet, now and forever.

(The essay originally ran in the January 2005 issue of the Horn Book, but just re-ran at the website yesterday.)

...is Jo Knowles' See You At Harry's, which I haven't read yet because I've heard that it's a CRYING BOOK.

Is it? Should I read it anyway, or run far, far away without looking back?

At GalleyCat:

Jim Carrey to Self-Publish a Children’s Book

As Josh said, at least he's self-publishing it?

...that 'Great Horn Spoon' was an actual saying.

AND EVEN BETTER, AN ACTUAL OBSCENE SAYING:

Something you can swear by, used in a way similar to "by God!" It seems to have come from seafaring slang, and might refer to the Big Dipper. But you don't need to know the origin to find it useful. Today the strange randomness of the words makes it feel mystically satisfying to shout.

If you haven't read that book, btdubs, YOU ARE TOTALLY MISSING OUT. BECAUSE IT IS AWESOME.

Thank goodness he changed it: Matilda is one of my all-time faves.

From the New Yorker:

But in early drafts of “Matilda,” Dahl had painted her as a wicked child who uses telekinesis to fix a horse race, a pursuit that ultimately kills her. Although Dahl was known for archness, even cruelty—remember Violet Beauregarde, in Willy Wonka’s factory, blowing up into a huge blueberry—the new book seemed unusually savage.

The article is actually more about the stage production of Matilda, but WOW. I clearly really need to read Storyteller.

Couldn't Giada De Laurentiis just write a cookbook geared towards kids?

MUST IT BE A SERIES OF NOVELS THAT INCLUDE RECIPES??

Yecch.

From my inbox:

Hey Leila! My friend is looking for books with animal companions who, very importantly, don't die. Both Google and my own knowledge are failing me, so I thought I'd reach out to you and your audience, if possible!

I don't know what age range/reading level/genre you need, but the two that immediately spring to mind are Kate DiCamillo's Because of Winn-Dixie and Robin McKinley's The Blue Sword (Tsornin and Narknon both make it through BATTLE, even!).

There are loads of animals in Diana Wynne Jones' Dark Lord of Derkholm (some talking, some not), and the vast majority of them make it through.

I haven't read Michael Northrop's upcoming Rotten yet, but my fingers are crossed, crossed, CROSSED that the dog on the cover will survive.

Big SPOILER about Erin Bow's Plain Kate: Taggle the cat technically makes it through alive, but only after dying and being resurrected and losing the ability to talk. As it made me cry harder than any other animal book I've ever read (with the possible exception of each little bird that sings), you might want to steer clear. END SPOILER.

Oh, and in Eliot Schrefer's Endangered (SPOILERS), Otto the bonobo makes it through, though lots of the secondary bonobos don't. END SPOILERS.

And while it's not really an animal book, Gordon Korman's No More Dead Dogs might be a good pick, as it's super-funny and asks the age-old question: WHY ON EARTH DO ALL OF THE ANIMALS IN AWARD-WINNER BOOKS HAVE TO CROAK?

Now it's up to you, guys! What are some others?

...is Roger Sutton in the Peanut Gallery.

...is imagining the amazingness of whatever she'll be wearing in her author photo:

Danielle Steel is writing a picture book.

...has been announced.

Via.

...at Nine Kinds of Pie:

Teach Laurie Halse Anderson’s Speak or other young adult novels that address rape and its aftermath.  (I know there are other novels that would fit the bill, but this is the one I always teach.)  And teach these books to high school students.

Anderson’s Speak is a sensitive, thoughtful examination of rape and its aftermath. It also has many moments of dark humor: The book’s protagonist, Melinda Sordino, has an incisive wit. It’s hard to imagine a teenage male (or, really, anyone) reading this book and continuing to think that rape is somehow “OK.” That said, I realize that it’s a lot to expect a single book to change rape culture. So, we should also…

Previously.

Link!