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KidLitCon etc.

I didn’t get to go to KidLitCon but I’m still learning a lot about it because I’ve been reading all the posts linked from MotherReader’s Round-up.

As you might surmise from my last post, I’ve been reading on average 4 - 6 novels a week for the past few weeks on top of my other assigned readings (articles and such).  One of the things that keeps coming up in the KidLitCon posts is the question of why we blog.  I’ve looked at that question for lectitans several times and it always comes back to the same answer:

I want to share my responses to books.

Sadly, when I read at the rate and with the urgency I’ve been reading, I don’t have time to become too emotionally involved in the books.  So there’s not a lot of response to share.  If things ever calm down a little, I hope to share with you the difference in my experience of reading Twilight the first time and the second time.  I’d also love to talk with you about how reading The Book Thief and What I Saw and How I Lied has inspired me to research my roots - i. e., the Austrian Jews who came here before World War I (thank goodness they did), and also inspired me to confront my intense visceral response to any visual representation of the Holocaust (esp. symbolic memorials) rather than just looking away.

But those deserve actual, real posts, and I just don’t have time for that right now.

So…  I’ll see you with my booklists and for quick little posts here and there, but probably you won’t get anything substantive until December.

I’ll leave you with a link to my first ever recommendation list, which is an assignment for my YA Lit class.  (I haven’t read everything on it, I’m sad to say.)

Guest Post from Thomas Randall: STRANGE GIRL IN A STRANGE LAND

When Little Willow asked me if I wanted to participate in Thomas Randall’s blog tour, I jumped on it, mainly because I trust her. But also because she sent me an excerpt from the book to read, and it was excellent. Since my favorite thing about it was the atmosphere of the setting, I asked Thomas to write about his research on Japan. Here’s what he had to say!

Confession time: I’ve never been to Japan.  The absolute best thing about the early feedback on THE WAKING: DREAMS OF THE DEAD is that I seem to have convinced people otherwise.  But I’m not going to lie to you, my friends. The Miyazu City that exists in the pages of this trilogy exists only in my mind.  Sure, a great many things that you’ll encounter in the book are real–landmarks and shrines and even street names–but this isn’t the real Miyazu City.

Though that shouldn’t come as a surprise.  Most writers invent versions of the cities in which they set their stories, even cities they know well.  You take what is useful, discard what you don’t need, and do your best to get the sense of the place…its atmosphere.  When it’s a place you’ve never been, a place you’re unlikely to be able to afford to visit on your own dime, what makes the presentation of a setting feel realistic are the details you choose to include.  And details, of course, require research.

If you live in Miyazu City, you’ll certainly know that the version of the place that exists in THE WAKING is fiction.  But if you live there….sssshhh, don’t spoil it for everyone else.

When I set out to write THE WAKING trilogy, I knew the basic story. American teenager Kara Harper and her professor dad are still mourning the death of Kara’s mother two years after their loss.  Her dad has been teaching Japanese language at an American school, and Kara has grown up with the dream of someday visiting the country.  Her father has not only taught her the language, but instilled in her a fascination with the nation and its culture.  In the aftermath of her mother’s death, Kara and her father begin their life anew in a Japanese community where few gaijins visit.  She is the only non-Japanese student at her new school, and her father the only non-Japanese teacher.

Sometimes research feels like a chore, but not on these books.  I jumped right in with both feet.  My first job was, of course, to figure out where it would all take place.  I thought of inventing a city (as Kara’s school, Monju-no-Chie, is invented), but as I surfed page after page online, printing up dozens (at first) of pages about schools in Japan, I ran across an article about the three most beautiful places in the country.  One of them, Ama-no-Hashidate, immediately caught my interest.  A long spit of land that juts out into Miyazu Bay, its white sand beaches are striped up the middle with a dense wood of black pines.  From certain vantage points–scenic overlooks–visitors turn their backs to the bay, bend over, and view Ama-no-Hashidate through their legs.  Upside down, against the blue water, it is said to look like a bridge across the heavens.

It seemed a peaceful place, and I liked the idea of the beauty and tranquility there.  The shore of the bay, in view of Ama-no-Hashidate, seemed the perfect place to set the story of this American girl trying to live in a new country, and adapt to a new culture.  And the perfect place for evil spirits and curses, among other things.

The research only began there, of course.  What followed was a crash course on Japanese education, school uniforms, fads and hobbies, and behaviors in a culture so different from my own.  I had always known that traditions would be different in Japan, but so many things surprised me.  Japanese students have a period of time at the end of each school day (and before mandatory club meetings) when they clean their schools.  Every day.  When they enter the school, they remove their shoes and place them in small cubbies, donning slippers that are worn at all times while in the building.  I loved learning about what Japanese parents put in the bento boxes their kids take to school for lunch and the details of various festivals, such as Toro Nagashi, during which lanterns are set afloat in the bay, each representing a loved one who has died the year before.  I wanted to know what they might eat for snacks, what their traditions are when going to the beach, how  boys and girls behave together, how they celebrate their holidays–and I wish I didn’t know what they put on their pizza.

Seriously.  I hope one day to visit Japan, but I will not be eating pizza there.

I enjoyed every moment of discovering life in Japan with Kara Harper, and I hope you’ll enjoy it, too.  It’s the perfect thing to lull you into a false sense of security before the really creepy stuff starts.  After all, THE WAKING: DREAMS OF THE DEAD, begins with murder.  You’ll understand, I hope, that I didn’t do any first hand research on that.

THE WAKING: DREAMS OF THE DEAD by Thomas Randall.  In stores September 29th, 2009.

Follow The Waking blog tour to learn more about Dreams of the Dead, the first book in this thrilling YA series, and its author, Thomas Randall.

Monday, September 28th: An interview with Little Willow at Bildungsroman Tuesday, September 29th: Author Q&A with Courtney Summers Wednesday, September 30th: A guest blog about writing from the female POV at readergirlz Thursday, October 1st: A guest blog about researching Japanese culture at lectitans Friday, October 2nd: Q&A at Sarah’s Random Musings Friday, October 2nd: An interview at Steph Su Reads Monday, October 5th: A guest blog about writing mysteries at Books By Their Cover Tuesday, October 6th: Q&A with Kim Baccellia Tuesday, October 6th: An interview with BookChic Wednesday, October 7th: An interview at Presenting Lenore Thursday, October 8th: Special post for Michelle at GalleySmith Friday, October 9th: Last stop with Kelsey at Just Blinded Book Reviews

The Waking Blog Tour with Thomas Randall

Follow The Waking blog tour to learn more about Dreams of the Dead, the first book in this thrilling YA series, and its author, Thomas Randall.

Monday, September 28th: An interview with Little Willow at Bildungsroman Tuesday, September 29th: Q&A with Courtney Summers Wednesday, September 30th: A guest blog about writing from the female POV at readergirlz Thursday, October 1st: A guest blog about researching Japanese culture at lectitans Friday, October 2nd: Q&A at Sarah’s Random Musings Friday, October 2nd: An interview at Steph Su Reads Monday, October 5th: A guest blog about writing mysteries at Books By Their Cover Tuesday, October 6th: Q&A with Kim Baccellia Tuesday, October 6th: An interview with BookChic Wednesday, October 7th: An interview at Presenting Lenore Thursday, October 8th: Special post for Michelle at GalleySmith Friday, October 9th: Last stop with Kelsey at Just Blinded Book Reviews

Poetry Friday: Against Cinderella by Julia Alvarez

We read this poem in my YA Lit class the other day, and it’s phenomenal.

I can’t believe it.

Whoever made it up is pulling my foot

so it’ll fit that shoe.

I’ll go along with martyrdom:

she swept and wept; she mended, stoked the fire,

slaved while her three stepsisters,

who just happened to oblige their meanness

by being ugly, dressed themselves.

I’ll swallow that there was a Singer godmother,

who magically could sew a pattern up

and hem it in an hour,

that Cinderella got to be a debutante

and lost her head and later lost her shoe.

But there I stop.

To read the rest of the poem, go to the Calyx Publishing page and find the excerpts from A Fierce Brightness.

My two favorite parts are these: “who just happened to blige their meanness/by being ugly” - I love the notion that the stepsisters have a responsibility to be ugly, because that is what their meanness requires of them.  It makes a good point about the nature of many stories - the good people are beautiful and the bad people are ugly, and the physical body makes easily apparent the character’s spiritual nature.

“…there was a Singer godmother,/who magically could sew a pattern up” - Because Singer is a brand of sewing machine.  One other person in the class recognized this and chose it as her favorite part, and I was so excited she did.  But it’s an excellent pun of sorts as well, of course, if you imagine that the godmother did, in fact, sing.

Poetry is so good when it’s good.

7-Imp's 7 Kicks #133

From Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast:

…7-Imp’s 7 Kicks is our weekly meeting ground for taking some time to reflect on Seven(ish) Exceptionally Fabulous, Beautiful, Interesting, Hilarious, or Otherwise Positive Noteworthy Things from the past week, whether book-related or not, that happened to you.

Here are my kicks:

  1. Monday, I attended a board meeting for an arts organization, and we actually decided some stuff and got things done.  That happens so rarely at meetings that it’s pretty amazing when it does.

  2. On Tuesday night, I met with a group for a project we’re presenting this week, and they were wowed by the Powerpoint I’d put together for us to use.  (It really wasn’t a clever smokescreen to cover up how I hadn’t finished my research.  Really…)

  3. On Wednesday night, I wrote a paper that was due Thursday morning.  It looks like procrastination, but I’d been doing research, taking notes, and outlining for two weeks.  Which made the actual writing go really quickly.  And I feel the paper is pretty solid.  And as part of the research process I found out why steam technology never took off in the Roman Empire!

  4. On Thursday, my sister came over and I tried on my dress for her wedding and it’s lovely (needs a tiny bit of alteration) and we made banana bread.

5.  My husband’s brother is the guitarist for Who’s Bad, the Ultimate Michael Jackson Tribute Band, and they had a hometown show Friday night.  We went and my sister came with us.  I’d been wanting to take her to one of their shows for a while, so I was happy she came.  (Staying out until 2 am after a concert though is really not my thing.)

  1. Yesterday I saw “Extract,” which is a cute movie.  In the middle of the film the projector stopped working and it was a long time before management got it fixed and when they did, they’d gone too far forward, past where we left off, so we missed a few scenes.  But the whole experience was rather hilarious, so that’s good.

  2. Today I am going to do laundry, and clean clothes smell nice.

Weekend Wonderings

Remember these?

I’ve been doing more of that blog navel-gazing that we all do from time to time.  I decided to examine the archives for my first couple of months and see what I came up with.  I was looking for purpose and intent as well as content, and I ended up reminding myself that this is a blog about my reading experiences.  It is, essentially, a personal blog that sometimes contains reviews and interviews, but has my own reactions to books at its core.

This weekend’s wondering: What is your personal history as a reader?

This was a freewrite that we had in my YA Lit class this past Monday.  The professor asked us to write about our reading history for ten minutes, including earliest memories and influences.  (I was extraordinarily prepared to write about this, as I’d spent the whole weekend thinking and chatting on Facebook with folks about the defining literature of their own adolescence.)

Here’s mine, completely unedited except to protect names of folks I don’t communicate with anymore or places that might rather not be mentioned.

My earliest memories of reading have very little to do with actual reading and it’s hard to separate my memories from anecdotes my mother told me.  My first book was Stop, Go, Word Bird! And I read it when I was three.  Around that time I also tried to exit the library through an emergency exit door, which colors all of my memories of the Melbourne public library.

I don’t remember learning to read – I was so small that almost all of my memories from that time have faded.  My mother was the biggest influence on my reading – she would read with and to me and once I became an independent reader she would recommend books for me.  I remember when I was in second grade or fourth grade (sometime in Tallahassee) and she was reading the Xanth books and I wanted to read them too and she said I was too young (which now I’m all, what?) but then when I was in middle school I was allowed to read them.

In middle school and high school, I read science fiction and fantasy almost exclusively, focusing primarily on the work of Piers Anthony.  I can trace my development as a young adult through his books: I started with Xanth (Ogre, Ogre) and then moved on to the Incarnations of Immortality.  Then I read the Mode series, which for some reason is inextricably linked in my mind with adolescence.  (Probably because I read it in 8th grade which was a hard year and because Colene was 14, much younger than the main characters in Xanth or Incarnations.)  I kept up a correspondence with Piers which was exciting and fueled my desire to read his books more.  (I remember reading and re-reading my one copy of Hi Piers over and over again.  Piers went with me on a lot of field trips, now that I think about it.)

I was in the middle of an Incarnations re-read when I met Will, and he encouraged me to pick up the Apprentice Adept series which I did – I read those during the spring of my senior year of high school and my freshman year of college.  I think after that I read the Bio of a Space Tyrant series.

Letters to Jenny (like Alina said) falls in there somewhere, as does Tarot, but I can’t place either of them.  Tarot is maybe my junior year of high school (I bought it the summer I met Will but I think I checked it out from the library before that) and Letters to Jenny much earlier.

Libraries played a big role in my reading history but a quiet one.  I never asked for help selecting books  - I would browse a lot and picked up the vampire books by Caroline B. Cooney and I volunteered at the library which was probably one of the happiest summers of my life.  I loved the library and it was a source for much more than books – we checked out the same music and videos over and over again (I’m not sure why the French La Cage was such a favorite, but it was).

I loved school librarians – Mrs. F and Mrs. L especially (although I didn’t really know the librarians at my high school).  I felt very at home and grown up at the library.  I still have and use that 20 year old library card.

So what about you?  In the comments or a post at your own blog, tell us your personal reading history.

Poetry Friday: Rain by Edward Thomas

Rain has been setting the mood here the past couple of days, creating a pleasant sort of gloom.  In honor of that, I present you with:

Rain by Edward Thomas Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was born into solitude.

For the rest of the poem, go here.

BBAW: My Shortlist

Remember how I was going to participate in Book Blogger Appreciation Week?  That was before I got all caught up in board meetings, readings, projects, and papers.  But I still want to, and I wanted to address Monday’s topic, so here we are.

Monday’s topic was to post your own shortlist of blogs that didn’t get recognized for the BBAW awards.  Colleen and Liz both made excellent posts on the topic, so please read those.

My personal shortlist is really short.  It consists of two blogs that defy categorization.  I picked them because I wanted to introduce to you a couple of people who were my friends before any of us entered the kidlitosphere.  So here we go:

Bildungsroman is the blog of Little Willow, a rock star in the kidlitosphere if ever there was one. She is incredibly sweet and one of my best friends, both online and off. I love her booklists most of all. I pretty much know that if she liked something, I’ll like it too. So if you are one of the three people on earth not already familiar with her blog, go check it out.

BriMeetsBooks.com is Bri’s blog, which is appropriate. Bri is another sweetheart of the kidlitosphere. She’s started a new Tuesday meme where she posts totally random Top 5 lists. Her latest one is Top Five Kidlit Characters Who Were Infinitely Cooler Than Me When I Was Younger. (Where she has Dawn Schafer on her list, I’d put Claudia Kishi, who I think still influences my fashion choices and I know definitely is responsible for my tendency to keep secret stashes of candy everywhere. Which is much less intriguing when your parents don’t care if you eat candy.) Bri reads a lot of books and posts a lot of reviews. Go take a look!

These two ladies are friends I made at The Bronze (that’s a Wikipedia link), the Buffy posting board which along with its successor, The Bronze: Beta, has had the greatest effect on my life of any internet thing ever. Buffy has been over for six years, and the official Bronze posting board has been gone for eight, but they are still my friends and I’m so happy to have them here in the kidlitosphere.