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December 5th is
National Ninja Day (at least according to the good folks at
All the Wonders and others I'm sure - I just haven't checked) and the Polar Bear Post Card Project is getting in on the act!
In this
particular scenario, the massive adults of the world (IE the
150 nations currently meeting in Paris to create some consensus on economic and environmental policy regarding climate change) need to "bear" down and get their act together to keep the world from totally falling apart.
THAT way, the our youngest kids and cubs can busy themselves with creative, imaginative, and age-appropriate scenarios of awesomeness - rather than worry about their world slipping quickly into something decidedly worse and unrecognizable or untenable.
Ironically -- especially since this pairing of National Nina Day with these post cards was pretty random -- the following philosophy of the Ninja from the Bujinkan Kocho Dojo is pretty much just about perfect for the action needed on climate change:
A ninja, using the power of his spirit to see through the fears and illusions that would coerce lesser people into doing unjust and immoral things, can realize the harmonious playing out of the forces of the universe and act accordingly.
And so it goes. Polar Bear Ninjas for Climate Change!
All kids know they ought to tell the truth.
But what if the truth is so wacky, so weird or so wildly improbable that no one would ever possibly believe it?
That’s the situation Tim finds himself facing in The Boy Who Cried Ninja (Peachtree, 2011), a picture book by written and illustrated by Alex Latimer.
It starts simply enough. Tim’s parents ask him who ate the cake, where dad’s hammer is and what happened to Tim’s bookbag. Tim dutifully explains how a ninja ate the cake, an astronaut needed the hammer and a giant squid ate his bookbag.
Tim ends up raking leaves for not being honest.
So when a pirate drinks all the tea, a crocodile breaks the TV antenna and a monkey wearing nothing but underpants throws pencils at Tim’s dozing Grampa, Tim says he’s responsible.
Guess what? He ends up with more yardwork.
What’s a kid to do? Let’s ask today’s guest reviewer.
Take it away, Thomas!
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Today’s reviewer: Thomas
Age: 8
I like: Playing sports like football, basketball and soccer. Going hiking.
This book was about: This boy named Tim. There were a bunch of creatures, and the first one was a ninja. It snuck in Tim’s house and took the cake, and Tim’s mom blamed him. Tim told the truth about the ninja, and his mom didn’t believe him.
The best part was when: If I were Tim, I would have liked the part about getting so much ice cream. My favorite flavors are vanilla and cookie dough.
I laughed when: The boy invited all the creatures to his house for a party and they were all lined up outside. I wouldn’t want any of them in my house — especially the squid and the crocodile.
I was worried when: What if they didn’t get the party invitations? Then, his parents would never have known it wasn’t him who did all that stuff.
I was surprised that: All the creatures took Tim’s stuff.
This book taught me: Not to lie.
Other kids reading this book should watch for: Which creatures took what.
Three words that best describe this book: “Not to lie.” Or, “Tell the truth.”
You should read this book because: It’s a good book. You could learn stuff.
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Thanks, Thomas!
If you’d like to learn more about Alex Latimer, who lives in South Africa, visit his website. Or, you can read his blog. Or follow him on Twitter at @almaxlat.
Actually, I don’t know whether or not Justin Bieber has an advance copy of Galaxy Games: The Challengers, but how else can you explain what we all saw on the Grammy Awards ceremony this weekend?
At one point in my book, a young girl with a questionable hairstyle is plucked from obscurity and thrust into the international spotlight. On stage, in front of a huge crowd of adoring fans, she is suddenly attacked by ninjas!
In real life, a young boy with a questionable hairstyle has been plucked from obscurity and thrust into the international spotlight. On stage, in front of a huge crowd of adoring fans, he was suddenly attacked by ninjas!
The difference is that Tomoko Tomizawa has judo skills sufficient to defeat her attackers. Lacking that, Justin Bieber had to dodge the ninjas using only slick dance moves and pyrotechnics until Usher could come to his defense. A well-choreographed duet with Usher apparently has ninja-repelling effects–who knew?
But Justin, using Galaxy Games: The Challengers as his guidebook, knew that Usher wouldn’t be able to close the deal. For that he’d need a young martial arts champion on his side to scare his attackers away for good. And Tomoko, being fictional, was unavailable.
Enter Jaden Smith, a.k.a. “The Karate Kid.” Jaden’s father played Muhammad Ali in one movie and has been known to punch zombies, aliens, and robots right in the face in others. The ninjas took one look at Jaden and said, “It’s Fresh Prince Junior! And he’s been trained by Jackie Chan! Let’s get out of here!”
And speaking of punching aliens right in the face, why couldn’t Wil Smith do anything to stop Lady Gaga from emerging from her glowing green pod? Just sayin’.
Later in my book, Tomoko Tomizawa loses a Best New Artist award to Esperanza Spalding. It’s almost like she and Justin Bieber are the same person!
What Grammy moment do you think could have been taken from a speculative fiction novel?
—Greg R. Fishbone, Gramtastic
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Paul is Undead. Alan Goldsher. 2010. Simon & Schuster. 310 pages.
For some, the most indelible memory of their television-viewing lives was the moment Jack Ruby assassinated Lee Harvey Oswald in 1963. For others, it was Neil Armstrong's 1969 moon landing. For today's generation, it might be the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989, or the World Trade Center attacks on September 11, 2001.
I realized television was more than sitcoms and sporting events on December 8, 1980, the night Mark David Chapman tried to lop off John Lennon's head with a silver scythe.
Paul is Undead is strange, no question. The premise is simple enough: what if three of the fab four were undead? What if John, Paul, and George were zombies? (What about Ringo? Well, he's a ninja.) The format is slightly unusual. The book is an oral history of sorts. A collection of interviews. So readers will "meet" John, Paul, George, Ringo, and many of the men and women whose lives were changed--for better or worse--by knowing the Fab Four. The novel focuses mainly on the past--1958 through 1970--through John's meeting with Paul one summer day to the band's breakup. Of course, the later years are touched on here and there.
This one made me uncomfortable in places. Though to be honest, reading any Beatle biography is likely to make readers uncomfortable to some degree. It won't be for everyone. But. That's only to be expected. If you like zombies--brain-eating zombies--then this one might appeal. It's definitely violent--in places. (Funny in others.) If you like the Beatles, and, if you can tolerate the wild premise of this one, then it might appeal to you as well. Though the facts have been changed--greatly changed--you'll find many familiar elements of the story. These basic events do make up the band's history.
Did I like it? Not particularly. I kept reading because I was curious. I wanted to know how the author chose to imagine certain events. It was violent, funny, and completely irreverent.
© Becky Laney of Becky's Book Reviews
We have always wondered who would win in the conflict between pirates and ninjas. Here is some of the much sought after evidence that shows pirates are truly better than ninjas.
1. Water And The Earth
Pirates have a natural tendency for doing battle on water where waves keep the battle field in constant motion. This may make many pirates unsteady on stable land; however, it areas with varying elevation the pirates advantage may increase from the standard 75% of the Earth that is made up of water.
2. Pirates and Puzzles
Pirates have a very keen sense of puzzling abilities. Their incredible puzzling skills are so potent that they even created a MMORPG to recruit and train more pirates. So since many people like puzzles and pirates are good at puzzles; pirates have more appeal to everyone.
3. The Triond Test: Pirates / Ninjas
At the time this article was published Triond had over 100 pages of pirate related articles and poems. There were less than 50 pages containing poems and articles about ninjas. Some may claim that ninjas are more stealthy, of course everyone can see a wet ninja that’s in the ocean.
4. Pirates And Ninjas In Art
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Even in art we can see that the ninjas are no match for the pirates. Ever since the ninjas were driven into hiding, pirates have been tackle more noble projects such as eliminating Digital Rights Management. They have also supported Anonymous in the war against Scientology through the protests called “Sea Arrgh I and II”.
5. Pirate Talk
Pirates regularly share their linguistic ability with all in the world. Ninjas hide in fear for their language is no match for the complexity of all that is pirate speak.
I was trying to figure out how exactly to write up my recent visit to Book Expo '07 (motto: Grow uncomfortably close to your fellow man in a humongous space). Should I recap all the pretty pretty books I brought home? I could but then you wouldn't hear about all the cool books I wanted but passed up because I already had access to them. So instead I'll talk today about what it's like to visit a Book Expo Convention... thing. This was my first one, y'know.
First off, what's the difference between Book Expo and an ALA Conference? Sounds like a riddle of the raven/writing desk variety, doesn't it? But that was the question that popped into my head as I neared the ludicrously out-of-the-way Jacob Javits Convention Center located in beautiful Lower West Manhattan. I've done ALA twice, which is enough to make me think myself an old hand. Plus I'd attended Comic Con at this same center not a month before. To my mind I was just going to waltz in there, locate books, and waltz out.
Flaw to My Plan #1: Waltzing in is not possible. You must dodge, before you even enter, numerous people handing out flyers and ads for products you do not want before you're 50 feet from the door. Some of these people are on Segways, which makes them look like some kind of advanced legless robot. Or deeply uncool. One of the two.
After you dodge the people screaming, "Free books on the Web!" you are inside the convention center. Now the last time I was there it was full of comic book geeks and people dressed up in costumes. That didn't change much on this round. I saw a Jack Sparrow and a Borat within the first two minutes I was inside. Another thing that hadn't changed? The temperature. Jacob Javits was acting like the lovely little greenhouse it was. I saw unfortunate Information Desk volunteers literally falling to sleep as gentle sunbeams lulled them into a sense of false complacency. Fortunately, I was prepared. In the past the Javits has apparently been cold, but not knowing this I packed light. Score thus far - Javits: 0, Fuse #8: 1.
I lost my hometown advantage in attempting to find the Registration Desk, however. To my mind, Javits somehow managed to grown an extra floor or two since I'd last visited. I spent most of the day running up and down stairs and escalators, never quite figuring out what belonged where. Still, once I had my handy dandy map and plastic nameholder thingy, I was good to go.
I've heard a fellow librarian say that they don't much care for Book Expo because the publishers are so clearly trying to woo booksellers rather than librarians. I never really had a sense of that. Bloomsbury, FSG, and Clarion were all super sweet to me, making it very difficult to limit my book intake. When you walk into a convention saying, "I will only take a couple of books" you are deluding yourself. Even if you have stacks and stacks and stacks of the puppies piled on your desk at home *cough* it's hard to say no to the nice editor carrying the shiny middle reader about time travel.
I'd like to offer an apology to Clarion, by the way. You see, at one point in my travels I happened to stumble upon the Little, Brown & Co. booth as they filled their table with cookies (shown here:).
Well, I'm not made of stone. I doggone ate those delicious cookies I did. Oh, Little Brown. Why do you increase my calorie intake so?
After eating a delicious cookie, however, I was thirsty. And this being New York (America's answer to Europe) and not Portland, Oregon, there was not a drinking fountain to be seen. So what did I do? I asked Clarion if I could have one of their water bottles. The water bottles clearly meant, I later realized, for the poor starving/thirst-ridden editors unable to leave the boiling hot convention center all day. I felt bad. However, the water was very good and no one in the booth even blinked when I asked. Still. Bad form on my part.
Thing I Am Most Proud Of: I found the Roaring Brook Press booth early on and managed to get some delightful First Second ARCs, making up for my failure in Seattle earlier this year.
In my travels I discovered a lower level where even more booths were located. The convention organizers had cleverly sequestered all book signings to this floor, and it was there that I was able to find Kids Can Press, Scholastic, and Kane/Miller. My sole regret was that I couldn't find hide nor hair of
Simply Read Books. They're one of my favorite independent publishers, cranking out gorgeous little creations each and every year. They weren't on my map though so I can only assume they didn't come out. Alas.
The book signings looked like fun. In this kind of situation you get a free book and have its author sign it for you. At the end of the hall is just a line of authors. Some do better than others, of course. I felt badly for the new teen author whose publisher kept working the lines trying to get her some new fans with a, "Do you like fantasy? Do you like fantasy?" While there, I ran into
Monica Edinger and Joan Kindig and we waited for Jon Scieszka and Lane Smith to sign their new book
Cowboy & Octopus. Then it turns out that Joan was the woman I replaced on the Newbery last year. We had a nice "woah" moment there.
In my travels I also ran into
Paul Acampora,
Richie Partington,
Karen Breen, and
John Mason. I saw
Jerry Pinkney staring vacantly into space. I had
Adam Rex sign his
True Meaning of Smekday and got the second copy
Christopher Paul Curtis has
ever signed of his new book
Elijah of Buxton. I met lots of other people too but my memory is freaky. While having lunch in a little oasis Candlewick set up (next to
Carolyn Mackler) someone used the phrase "ALA aphasia". It's the sensation you receive (usually at ALA Conferences) when you meet someone that you know you've met before but you can't quite place where. I suffer from a lot of ALA aphasia. I'm not proud of it. It just happens.
By the way, Candlewick has just started putting their catalogs on CD-ROM. I think this may well be an idea that strays into brilliance. Who else is tired of the thick piles of paper catalogs gumming up your workplace? I know I am. Plus a CD-ROM could have interviews, behind the scenes stuff, and a host of cool extras.
At one point we ran into author
Maryrose Wood who had a door prize from that Young Adult Literature Prom a month or so ago. You may remember it from
John Green's quickie recap. Well here's the prize she got:
Yes. She really was carrying
Knuffle Bunny, Too in there. But we did arrange it a little for this shot.
My secret plan is to find a way to adapt my body into the perfect Book Expo shape. Evolution begins with me. This secret plan requires that my shoulders grow enough muscles to easily carry several bags worth of ARCs without serious consequences to my central nervous system. However, knowing my luck I think I'm more likely to grow hips as wide as bookcases and just carry my wares that way. About this time Monica and I were weighed down with bags upon bags. Here you may see the aforementioned Mr. Jon Scieszka shocked at the amount of them.
Shocked, I say!
So by that time we decided to take off. Sadly, all the tickets for The Knight Bus were already sold out and it would not take me home. We did get to see it parked and ready, though.
I'd blame the blurriness of the shot on how fast it was moving, but you probably wouldn't believe me. With reason. Instead, we eventually found a cab to take us back into Columbialand and I changed right quick so as to turn around and go
back to the same area for the Kidlit Drink Night. I took the train almost all the way there but because I was wearing painful shoes I thought that maybe I could hop a quick cab the rest of the way. During rush hour. On a Friday.
Fun Fact: Don't ever do that. Ever. Ever ever ever.
I made it eventually and zee party? She was hopping. Thanks to the good people at Kane/Miller I remembered to wear a blue dress and all kinds of folks were milling about. I saw
Matt Phelan & wife,
Michael Buckley & wife,
Greg Fishbone & no wife (though one might well have been floating about), various
Longstockings,
Margo Rabb,
Tim Bush, a nice microbiologist and a bunch o' bloggers. I finally got to meet our own
Sheila,
Liz B, and perhaps even
Adrienne. I'm leaving people out, so please forgive me. The room, she was a little eensy weensy bit packed. I should have rented out the back area, but someone already had it. Lackaday.
To my delight,
Cheryl Klein was there with her
Harry and the Potters fan finger in tow.
And how cool was it that the creator of
The Leaky Cauldron was by her side?
After that it was off to
The Copacabana. A place of airbrushed pink fronds, thick carpets, and female waiters (not men) wearing Cat in the Hat hats. Bloomsbury was kind enough to place right smack dab between
Shannon Hale and
Katie Grant for the duration which was all kinds of awesome. They made for great seatmates. And I'd tell you about their new books, but then I'd have to kill you. During the course of their conversation I learned that Grand Rapids, Michigan is a difficult place to find a restaurant in if you're from out of town. Also, Ms. Hale knows many of the verses from
I've Got a Gal in Kalamazoo, and Ms. Grant's family history is fascinating (it involves two skulls and a single body in a tomb).
The real highlight of the evening were the winners of the
E.B. White Read Aloud Award. The winner in the picture book category was
James Howe and Marie-Louise Gay for the remarkable
Houndsley and Catina. I only recently discovered this book on my own when a young girl asked for it on the Reference Desk. It's a gem of a book. One that somehow got completely passed over on many of the 2006 Best Book Lists. I may have to break my ban on reviewing previous years on this blog just to give this title the attention it so sorely deserves.
Howe, for his part, was a delight. He mentioned that he felt "uncharacteristically nervous" that evening. And he quoted Catina who, in the midst of her desire to write a book, says without hesitation that, "My book will win prizes!" And so it has. Most touchingly, Howe mentioned that his partner Art "is my Houndsley". Once you've read the book you'll appreciate that statement. When Gay went up to speak someone at my table mentioned that they'd been admiring her outfit long before they knew who she was. Gay turned out to be a wonderful speaker as well. She spoke of how, when reading the manuscript, it went a long time without mentioning that Catina was a cat and Houndsley was a dog. Her speech was a lovely encapsulation of what it's like for the illustrator when a manuscript arrives on their doorstep.
You may recall that the winner of the chapter book read aloud portion went to
Watt Key for
Alabama Moon. A person gets a certain mental image of a writer when they read them. I'd seen Mr. Key as a 55 or so man of little hair and ample stomach. Instead this young man with a soft Alabama accent took to the stage and spoke of his initial wonder on coming to New York. He mentioned that he had no idea that his book would be published for children, how much he really want to sign something
anything when he first came to the city, and his desire for shiny gold stickers to put on his book. He charmed the entire room from the minute he stepped on that stage. If you happen to get the chance, I highly urge you to bring Watt Key to your school or library. The man knows how to give a speech.
Marcus Zusak was one of the later speakers. It took us a while to figure out, but every table had about ten copies of
The Book Thief on them. And every copy was signed with a different dedication (per table, I mean). So... ow. Poor, Mr. Zusak. I'm sure his hand must be throbbing by now. He mentioned at one point that, "Writing is like climbing a mountain and there's sanity at the top." That was nice. And he was followed up by the
Fancy Nancy ladies who had a running Powerpoint of little girl fans dressed to the nines behind them.
So that was that then. On Saturday I did some more hearty partying, but that will wait for another day. I can't imagine what the poor publishers and authors must be feeling right now. At least I didn't have to get up early all week-end. Foof.
No Video Sunday today, m'loves. And a special hug and kiss to Anne Schwartz who asked whether I wrote posts this long every day. Bless your heart, m'darling. I only wish I could do so.
Okay, I didn’t watch the grammy’s, but your commentary on the Bieber’s use of your book for his performance is pretty damn funny!