The Brownstone Written by Paula Scher Illustrated by Stan Mack Princeton Architectural Press 1973–1/05/2016 978-1-61689-428-3 32 pages Ages 3—8 “Living in harmony with your neighbors isn’t always easy, but it’s doubly difficult if you’re a bear in a New York City brownstone, trying to hibernate. Who can sleep through the Kangaroos’ tap dancing, or …
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Blog: Kid Lit Reviews (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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Blog: A. PLAYWRIGHT'S RAMBLINGS (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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Perhaps it's the result of the ending of summer and the arrival of autumn, but it's play submission mode time. Somehow, the summer heat plus the sun shining down prompts the brain to enter into a state of lethargy, at least it does mine. All this is to say or write that now it's time to actively seek out homes for my literary 'babies."
Before the actual act of hitting the key that will send them off to parts unknown, they've been receiving a once-twice-and more evaluation for any necessary changes or modifications. Frequently, this assessment results in a re-examination of a/some play(s) followed by muttering of bad words, the end result of which is yet more revisions. Some of the plays have been updated to the point where it's difficult to recognize the original story line and conduct an objective assessment as to which version works best.
So where is all this sharing of inner angst and trepidation leading you may well be asking yourself. Came across a competition for a ten-minute play with the focus being "The Urban Jungle." A while back I wrote a piece entitled, "Waiting for Roach" featuring the end result of a meeting up of a young punk-mode adult male and a female senior citizen, which will work perfectly. The play-ette as I call short offerings, has never been submitted anywhere before having waited for the right occasion and right opportunity to share it with the world, or at least with the people running the competition.
In addition, I decided to share one of my favorite plays, "Neighbors" now re-named "The Shrubs" with a theatre. Upon reflection and somewhat interesting, this two-act play started out as a short 10-minute play as many of them do. After years of ignoring it for the most part, I was scanning over some of the file titles and this play jumped out at me. Somehow, in the shorter version, something seemed to be lacking and after reading it through, a story began to develop resulting in a re-working and its development into a full play. In any case, it has left home with my best wishes and hopes not to mention prayers, that others will enjoy the contents as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Meanwhile, my wedding play, "Make Me a Wedding" has also taken a few cyber trips. A comedy, this was my first endeavor in playwriting and my favorite but then I say that about all my plays. It was almost performed a while back but had to be abandoned due to a breakdown in the production. Let's just say that the undertaking was akin to "Noises Off" and leave it at that. To get back to the play, it elicits laughter every time I read it through and I do frequently. Here's hoping.
Last but certainly not least, my second-favorite play, "Gin: an Allegory for Playing the Game of Life" is still seeking new digs as they say. A comedy, the two-act play focuses on the long-time friendship of three women who discuss their lives and those of people their lives touch upon, during their weekly card game. When writing plays, I always envision the actors who would best suit the various roles and today decided that Barbra Streisand, "the" famous singer/actress would be ideal for the role of Becky. Barbra if you're reading this, the role is yours for the taking when it finds a new home.
It all starts with a dream and if you're gonna dream, you have to dream big. Barbra would understand.

Blog: A. PLAYWRIGHT'S RAMBLINGS (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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Another snippet from "Neighbors."
Following yet another verbal confrontation, Portman has invited Taylor for a friendly drink at the neighborhood bar. Enter Joseph Martini, a customer, who after listening to the pair discuss their views on life and the garden, makes them an offer they decide to accept.
The place is Patty's Place, the bar co-owned by Patty and Portman.
PORTMAN

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I'm making a thing. Here is a bit of it.

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I always have stacks of books to review for this blog, but sometimes one or the other gets bumped to the top because someone else has requested it from the library, putting a stop to my endless online renewal activity. Such is the case with Amy Hest's How to Get Famous in Brooklyn
. That's okay, though. It comes at a good time as one of my favorite book bloggers, Even in Australia just wrote a post about Brooklyn books.
Amy Hest's books have appeared here at Storied Cities before, and in How to Get Famous in Brooklyn, the author continues her love affair with the city. Janie, our narrator, takes us on a tour of the famous borough, where "everybody knows everybody else's business, and that's all there is to it." She points out the various colorful characters, the best places to get black-and-white cookies and describes her daily activities at school and around the neighborhood. Janie writes down all of her observations in what she calls "her spy notebook". So how does she get famous? Well, that's a secret you'll have to read the book to find out. (Or you can just cheat and take a peek at other online reviews.)
Linda Dalal Sawaya's illustrations are as colorful as Janie's observations and many places in Brooklyn are depicted, from the neighborhood streets to the docks on the waterfront. Brownstones are teals, purples and orange and streets, shops and subways are filled with animated people.
This is a longer than average picture book. The concept of spying on and writing about one's neighbors is a theme in many other children's books so the specificity of Janie's Brooklyn neighborhood should not be a barrier to one's enjoyment of the book.
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I've also reviewed these Amy Hest books: When You Meet a Bear on Broadway, The Purple Coat, Jamaica Louise James.
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Read another book about writing in the city (Manhattan, this time): N
As if the shaking apartment was not provocative enough, above is a photo of the note G encountered when he reached their apartment door. As you can imagine, this note did not improve his mood. After a lengthy discussion with the neighbors about "rights" (their right to throw a party in the U.S. of A, our right to sleep and live in peace in our own apt), they turned the music down.
To their credit, they've been quiet neighbors ever since (a talking-to by our landlord probably helped, too). To our credit, the phone number above is blocked out.
Yes, I have officially turned into the cranky old neighbor. Kids these days. Sheesh.

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Say Hello! by Rachel Isadora
On her way to her Abuela Rose’s house, Carmelita greets her neighbors and learns how they say hello in their different languages. Carmelita’s dog Manny is happy to greet everyone with a friendly “Woof” that translates easily into every language. The book is set in a diverse urban neighborhood filled with friendly faces in a variety of skin tones. How do you say hello in your family or neighborhood?
Isadora has again created a book for very young readers that is inviting and fresh. The urban setting is depicted as colorful and friendly, something that young readers may not see in many picture books. Isadora includes just enough text to keep the story moving with most of the book focusing on the various greetings in each language. Her illustrations are done in cut-paper collage. They have an interesting mix of painted papers and printed ones that come together in a dynamic way. Signature Isadora style!
Recommended for toddler story times, this book will work well with young children who will be eager to repeat the unfamiliar greetings and to share those from their homes as well. Appropriate for ages 2-4.
Reviewed from copy received from Putnam.
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Blog: my juicy little universe (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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First I must express right up top my gratitude to Kate Coombs at BookAunt, to Tricia Stohr-Hunt at The Miss Rumphius Effect and to Gregory K. at Gotta Book for their generous and careful attention to my work during this month of poetry festivities. Apart from anything else, I just love the feeling of being part of this community! Thanks to all who make it be.
Ringed by elms and fir and honeysuckle.
Bill Corson was pitching in his buckskin jacket,
Chuck Keller, fat even as a boy, was on first,
His t-shirt riding up over his gut,
Ron O’Neill, Jim, Dennis, were talking it up
In the field, a blue sky above them
Tipped with cirrus.
And there I was,
Just off the plane and plopped in the middle
Of Williamsport, Pa. and a neighborhood game,
Unnatural and without any moves,
My notions of baseball and America
Growing fuzzier each time I whiffed.
So it was not impossible

Blog: Beth Kephart Books (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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At this point in this day I'm giving this blog post up to Nick Daniels, once the neighbor boy-wonder who cut all our lawns, now out on his own working with his dad in a thriving auto shop by day and still taking care of the rest of us by any other available hour. In the summer, Nick helps me reach the branches of the trees that have grown too tall for my own pruning. In the fall he takes away the leaves. In the spring he helps me mulch, if I need mulch, for a garden that (I admit) is ambitiously sized. Once I had a new front door put onto the house but it had a mind of its own. Nick stopped everything to help me get it closed. Took screws out, put them back in, joked around the entire time.
Yesterday, the snow, as you might have heard, came in high and heavy here in the east. This morning, having finished the first draft of a client project round about 9:30 a.m., I trekked outside to begin the business of clearing the path and the drive. An hour or so later, Nick drove by in his plow-outfitted pick-up.
"Hey, lady," he called. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I need to get the car out," I said. "Snow's in the way."
"Well, then," he said. "You step aside."
I was willing. Believe me, I was.
"Don't go anywhere, Nick," I told him, after a moment of watching him work.
"Why not?"
"I'm going in the house, to get my camera."
"What for?"
"So that people don't think I'm imagining things. So that they know you are real."
Those of you who read House of Dance and encountered a certain blue-eyed, car genius named Nick? Same guy, just grown up now.

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I became good friends with Malaine and Jonathan, my wonderful neighbors down the road, when their daughter wrote me a fan e-mail. Well, I'll let her tell the story. Recently, she was asked to do a sermon for her Hebrew School class about a Jewish experience, and she chose to speak about meeting me. I just had to share, because it's so lovely:
"Today, I am going to talk about my Jewish experience with the author of the book, Confessions of a Closet Catholic. The book is about a Jewish girl named Justine who is secretly pretending to be catholic in her closet. I would never want to be catholic because I appreciate being Jewish.
The story all started when I was at my Hebrew School book fair. There was a book called Confessions of a Closet Catholic, by Sarah Littman. It looked sooo interesting and I really wanted to get it, but someone had just bought the last copy. I was so mad because I really wanted to buy it, even if it was with my own money.
When I got home I asked my dad if he could order the book online. He said, like he always does, “But sweetie are you sure you’ll read it?” I begged him to get it and promised I’d read it. A couple days later it came. I was so excited!
As I read the book I found out that not only was the main character’s name Justine, but that she also lived in Greenwich, CT, loved chocolate and Harry Potter, she was 12 years old, and… the most fascinating thing was that she was JEWISH! She was just like me!!!!! I felt like she was my twin already! I was astonished that the girl was Jewish since, most girls I know are not Jewish. After I was done reading the book, my dad and I went online and found Sarah’s website which had her email address. I really wanted to find out more about her, so I emailed her expecting not to hear back from her.
An hour later I checked my email and surprisingly she had written back. I emailed her asking if she would like to do a book talk at my synagogue, because she was also Jewish. She wrote back saying that she would love to meet my friends and me. I was jumping for joy!!!
A few Sundays later she came to my synagogue. My parents were filled with joy, because they too had read the book and loved it. Sarah came with her daughter Amie and Amie’s friend. They were just one year older than me, which I thought was nice. Right when Sarah first arrived she asked my mom and dad if they knew where XXXXXXX Road was. My parents said that we live on XXXXXXX Rd. “Well… there is a house for sale and we were thinking of buying it!” I was obviously listening to their conversation and screamed, “OMG!!!!!” I was so joyful and also wondering; would it be fun to have an author living on my road? I pondered that question for the next couple of days. It was swimming around in my mind. My friend in the neighborhood expected a limo to drive up to their driveway and pick them up. He thought she was a celebrity, but not all great authors are treated like a celebrity.
But it was the exact opposite. They were a normal family. And it turned out that we have become close friends over the 2 years they have lived here. A is now like a cousin to me she’s like a 3rd daughter to my mom. Confessions of a Closet Catholic was Sarah’s first book and she is now surprisingly already writing her 4th book! My strong connection with Sarah and A makes me feel good about being Jewish."
Awww. Isn't that wonderful? Remember that you guys, the next time you feel like you're not getting enough love for your book. "Not all great authors are treated like a celebrity." It still cracks me up that my next door neighbor's son expected me to drive up in a limo. Little did he know that I'm the chauffeur around here, and the limo is a dented, dirty Mom-mobile.
Still, I'm glad that even though I'm not a celebrity, I'm made a positive impact in one girl's life. That's what it's all about, isn't it?

Blog: Beth Kephart Books (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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since you planted your pear trees
and I dug in my garden
and the birds nested—
indiscriminate and lovely—
along our borderlands. Years,
so that we lost the war,
both of us,
and beauty took revenge.
Tonight, beneath the supposition
of a pearled moon,
in the absence of warning,
in the alley between us,
the last of our divisions
are howled away by wind.
My lit lamp
waiting for yours.
Blog: Scribbled Business (Login to Add to MyJacketFlap)
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Here's a fun way to dissect your paintings and photographs. Done by "Big Huge Labs" you simply upload a picture or connect to your flickr site and ta da!... your very own colour palette.
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