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1. Correction: July 2014 was a HUUUUGE month with $53.6 million in sales

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Okay I stand corrected. When I saw the double digit rises in sales for July 2014 vs July 2013 I assumed it had to be because it was a five month vs four month, But according to John Jackson Miller it was five vs five making July 2014 the biggest month in the Diamond Exclusive Era with $53.6 million in sales. BUt this is due mostly to having the highest amount of product—including variants etc— ever in the Diamond era.

July in recent years has tended to be a month where things really get going for comics; sales did indeed, reaching their highest dollar value in the Diamond Exclusive Era which began in 1997. Comics shops in North America ordered more than $53.6 million in comics, graphic novels, and magazines, topping $50 million for the second time and besting October’s previous Diamond-Era record of $50.3 million.

It was a five-week month against a five-week month, so that factor is not in play; what it was was a month in which a lot of new comics shipped. Diamond Comic Distributors shipped 530 new comic books in July, which is the highest figure seen since Diamond began releasing those statistics one year ago. The release of 312 graphic novels was also the highest seen in a year — and when one of those books is Walking Dead Vol. 21, it’s likely to be a decent July. The result was a month with the largest year-over-year change since last September: comics and graphic novel sales were up 14.52% over a year ago. The seven-month total has now topped $300 million, and is ahead 2.22% year-to-year.


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I eagerly await Miller’s in depth analysis of the month!

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2. Research



Click here to see my videographer and flying buddy, she of the spectacular cat socks, Kristin Cashore, go through the same routine.

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3. Romanov photo-glory

Um, does anyone else go all tingly at the thought of seeing HUNDREDS of newly scanned photos of the last tsar of Russia and his family? Because thanks to the Boris Yeltsin Presidential Library, you too can spend 90 minutes emitting amazed mewlings and whimpers at the sight of all the goodies in here:


Two techinical hints:
1. Make sure you've got MS Silverlight installed.

2. When you get to the Russian sites, click on the red text next to this little icon to actually see the photos:

(That's "foto" in Russian. It's on the lower left of the screen, and if you're lucky, it might even be in English.)

Then sit back and bask in the wonderment. I was up until nearly 3 am the other night...

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4. Fondling the Newbery

I have handled many a Newbery book. Once, I draped my arm around a Newbery-winning author (click here for proof). And now, I've even touched a Newbery medal:


[cue the choir]


That is Marguerite de Angeli's 1949 Newbery medal for The Door in the Wall. Right there in my hot little hand. It's larger than I realized -- more like the circumference of a Coke can than the size of those gold stickers we're used to seeing. Speaking of stickers, the real medals are a lot more stately, being bronze and all. Almost makes those shiny labels look chintzy in comparison. Also, it's engraved with the author's name and the year, and comes in a hinged, velvet-lined presentation box. (Or, at least it did back in 1950.)

Another interesting tidbit: A while back, I was somewhat scandalized to learn from Kirby Larson that there is no Newbery honor medal. Now I know why. The image on the Newbery honor sticker is in fact a duplicate of the BACK of the Newbery medal:



Thanks to Jamie and Jan at the DeAngeli Library in Lapeer for unlocking the showcase and letting me go all paparazzi on their special collection.

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Currently reading:
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The Good Master
by Kate Seredy

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5. One arresting image

Stumbled across this on the NPR site and had to realign my jaw afterwards:


The caption reads: Blind Boy, Who Lost His Arms in the War, Reading with His Lips, Rome, Italy, 1948. 

(Image copyright David "Chim" Seymour/Magnum Photos)


Click here to learn more about David Seymour's wartime photography.

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Currently reading:

Chasing Lincoln's Killer
by James Swanson

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6. The Romanov photo-portal opens again

Probably you don't speak Russian well enough to fully enjoy this (neither do I, actually) but the gist is that an entirely unknown photograph album belonging to Tsar Nicholas II has surfaced in Ekaterinburg. Ignore the Russian jabber and just gawk at the pictures:




Remember when that new Helen Keller photo turned up in Massachusetts this spring? Multiply that by, oh, 210 -- that's how many new photos are in this imperial album. I'm kind of a little bit very excited.

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7. THE UNDERNEATH, by Kathi Appelt


THE UNDERNEATH
by Kathi Appelt

(Atheneum)


Ashley Bryan nailed it:
"The Underneath reads like a ballad sung."

Does it ever. You don't often find a novel with rhythm and cadence like this. Matter of fact, I'd go even further than Mr. Bryan -- I'd tell you that The Underneath reads like a round. A handful of characters and stories all sharing the same melody weave in and around each other until they end together in the final note. There's a fair amount of repetition in here that might make some readers itchy, but think of it this way: when you sing a song, you have to repeat the chorus every now and then. Just let the tune carry you, and have a good soak in the ideas and images floating by.

Now, I've been known to secretly roll my eyes when someone claims a book 'begs to be read aloud,' but darn it, Kathi Appelt's convinced me. She must have positively wallowed in the oral tradition before she wrote this baby. The narrative voce is just the right combination of wise and folksy, and you never escape the feeling that someone's telling you a story. Done right, The Underneath will make for one knockout audiobook.

This is a rich, rich story, which doesn't flinch from tenderness nor darkness, but neither is it lurid or sappy. It has heart, plain and simple. If you harbor affection for critters, folklore, Native American legends, the bayous of Texas and Louisiana, or just darn good writing, then wow -- treat yourself. I'm pretty much agog, and if you ask me, I'l tell you I think it's a Contender.

I should probably say something about the art, but any time I think of David Small I invariably drift off into a daydream wherein I'm a cat living under his porch, with his wife Sarah Stewart feeding me bowls of cream...

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Currently reading:


Peeled
by Joan Bauer

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8. D-O-L-L

I'm having a little trouble being coherent, so just go read the news:

New Helen Keller/Annie Sullivan photo discovered!


(New England Historic Genealogical Society)


Wouldn't that have been positively killer in Miss Spitfire? *sigh*


And now, back to your regularly scheduled WIP marathon....

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9. Build me an ark!

Build me an ark! For the rivers have burst their banks, and we have no eggs. This is serious. Although maybe not as serious as my friend finding half the Evenlode river come to stay at her house (uninvited), and flood water in her kitchen cupboards. She has lived here all her life and cannot remember weather like it. It's as if Old Father Thames and his children have thrown a party which got slightly out of control. Nearby Brize Norton had the most amount of rainfall in recorded history; 4.6 inches. Yesterday it rained and rained and rained some more. It was so bad that the cats called a truce and in a moment of solidarity decided to share the sofa...


It was so bad that today Andy decided to dig up the remainder of his precious potato crops.


which one of these is not a potato, can you guess?

But, as I said, we did need eggs. And the egg place is a few miles away in another village. So this morning, Hercules and I ventured forth on a mission. Our normal route -


- was somewhat flooded. This is the Evenlode getting a bit leery after tanking it up all night. The same river which runs near my friends' house and popped in to say hello, without knocking at the door.

(click on picture for full technicolour panoramic experience)

It became apparent that the county's drivers were experiencing a rare experience - not being able to go where they wanted precisely when they wanted. I have this all the time, being a non-driver, and one likes it or, as my old dad used to say, one lumps it. An irate lady in an SUV asked me if I thought it was safe to cross (what do you think lady, the river is pounding over the road, the currents look treacherous, there's already a car stranded in the ditch - hmm...tough call). I replied that no, I didn't think so, not even (I had to add, inwardly grinning) in 'one of those', nodding at her silver tank.

In fact, as I returned up the hill and took an alternate route, the roads were full of righteously fuming people raging at the weather gods, clamping their foot on the accelerator to make up for lost time and whizzing past me at more mph than they strictly should have been. I took the path running past the woods, able to nip through minor floods where vehicles were struggling. The ducks at the deserted farm were rejoicing -


- and when we got to our destination...




...the village flock had enrolled in military service and were on parade. Left, right, left right, at the double!





I squelched onwards,past kids in wellies wading gleefully through pools of water, past the postman doing sterling service and passing on news door to door of the local floods - even in the age of the internet, this kind of first hand reporting is vital in our rural area. And so on to the egg place, not as picturesque as the rural idylls I see in certain lifestyle magazines, and all the better for it. It has geraniums, and clematis, a sleepy black labrador and a weather vane. So who cares about the plastic sacks and the baler twine?



It is self service. As long as you have gone through the initiation and people know who you are, you simply stroll across the yard, past the kennel...



...past the friendly doorstop...




...pop in to the outer hall, pick your eggs, and leave your money. A rather old fashioned, quaint form of shopping which relies entirely on honesty and trust. I always go for the ones with muck on, as they've been collected that very morning.






And so we returned through the swampy mire which is Oxfordshire at the moment, with our precious cargo of fresh eggs. Hercules has had to carry many things in his job as my personal chauffeur, and he prefers eggs to dead snakes. Tonight Andy and I will feast on potatos and eggs, and feel thankful that we have been spared the ravages of this bizarre monsoon season.




If this saga has not been enough, there are more flood pictures here and an extended account of the great egg chase.



Well, Well, Well, Who's that callin'?
Well, Well, Well, Hold my hand.
Well, Well, Well, Night is a-fallin',
Spirit is a-movin' all over this land.

Lord told Noah, Build him an ark,
Build it out of hickory bark.
Old ark a-movin', and the water start to climb,
God send a fire, not a flood next time.

(Peter, Paul and Mary, 'Well, Well, Well' which has to be one of my many favourite songs of all time)

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