By: Robin Brande,
on 4/8/2009
Thank heavens for Adrienne and Eisha. Because they were at the Rochester Teen Book Festival last weekend, and actually had the strength to write a post about it. Which I’m totally stealing now. Or look at this one, which includes a clip of Wordgirl, with my new pal Jack Ferraiolo doing the [...]
By: Betsy Bird,
on 1/16/2007
Shamefaced schmutz that I am, I had no idea that Adrienne of What Adrienne Thinks About That had a second blog out there entitled Homeschooling and Libraries. I've always been in favor of libraries reaching out to their homeschool communities since they tend to be the kids that we forget without a second thought. For those children or YA librarians interested in figuring out how to reach out to these children, Adrienne's site is a must-read. Seek seek seek and find find find.
It had to do with this boy she was dating. One day he was out in the sunlight and members of her church noticed he was sparkling.
Let’s just say, vegan vampire boyfriends are not so popular in Baptist churches.
(Okay, sad coincidence, or is your website tracking my shopping habits!? My Anti-spam word is IKEA.)
Yay! WordGirl Guy! Allegedly he writes for YA, but… I’m still hung up on the WordGirl thing…
Sounds like this was really fun, Robin!
(And thank you for that explanation, Patrick. I feel like we’ve ALL learned something. No, I don’t know what — but something.)
Oh, great, Patrick. Now you’ve ruined the story for everyone. As usual, you are completely right.
Jules, when will anyone invite me to Tennessee? (Besides you, I mean.) I’ve never been there and know I should go!
Tanita, read Jack’s book. As much as you love WordGirl, you’re also going to love The Big Splash. It’s a middle grade novel written in the style of a 1940s noir detective story, and it is HILARIOUS.
It was Thursday. Robin waited patiently for the bus after school, not a single cloud in the sky.
“Hey, Robin,” said the tall slender boy.
“OMG! You startled me, Tom.” His name wasn’t Tom, but he was too polite to tell her.
“I just had to see you, Robin.” Tom leaned in close to Robin. His breath brushing softly against her cheek.
“But Tom, you shouldn’t be here.” Robin pulled her books to her chest.
“I just had to show you something,” said Tom. “I couldn’t wait. I. Couln’t. Wait.”
“Whoa, keep your pants on sailor!”
“Sorry,” said the sailor walking by. “Belt broke!” holding up the broken pieces of his belt buckle.
“Robin,” whispered Tom.
“Tom, aren’t you–”
“What, Robin?”
“Aren’t you–” Robin hesitated, her voice caught in her chest. She knew in her heart, but didn’t think she could speak.
“Say it, Robin!” His lips were almost touching her neck.
“A SENIOR?!?!” Robin thought her heart would explode when she said it.
“Oh, yeah,” said Tom. “My sister took my car and threw her bottle of glitter in my face. Look at me.”
Robin had just noticed his face. It sparkled in the afternoon sun. All this time she had been staring at his really white Nike sneakers wondering if they were new.
“Aaaiiieeeeee!” shreiked Tina, pointing at Tom. “He’s sparkling!!!! Robin’s dating a VAMPIRE!!!!!”
Robin, furious, spun around to face Tina. “Oh, yeah? Watch this! I’m dancing, too.”
Robin raised her arms, planted her right foot a little forward and gave a little booty shake, with a double fist pump.
Tina ran off to tell Pastor Bill…
*snerk* Patrick, you’re ghost writing my next novel, dude.
No prob, I’ll get right on that as soon as I sell my book.
Well, I’ll try to convince every librarian I meet to get you here. No kidding. I’ll be at the Tennessee Library Association conference this Friday, too. I’ll even be co-presenting about blawgs. I’ll evangelize the wonderfulness here, and maybe some librarian will bite.
Mwahahahahaha.
I love Patrick’s bizarro story.
Aw shucks…I’m getting all blushy, here…But Robin is being somewhat modest, as her passages were hilarious, and her church story stole the show (not by a small margin, either). I’m probably preaching to the choir here, but go see Robin read as soon as humanly possible…
P, I’ll check with you again. What do you think–next week?
Jules, yes! Do it! I’ll come!
Jack, thanks, but I heard me and I heard you, and I would rather hear you. Any day. So it’s lucky for me we were on the same panel, otherwise I would have had to leave my room to go hear you. Now stop arguing.