Author: Loree Burns

TRACKING TRASH
By Loree Griffin Burns
Houghton Mifflin, 2007

Yesterday afternoon was like any other around here. By three o’clock all three of my kids were home, plus an extra—a guest for the afternoon—and all was chaos. How can four children hyped up on Friday afternoon possibilities and playing in January air that smells like spring create anything but chaos? They were flinging coats and backpacks in my general direction and asking for snacks and choosing sides for the soccer game all in the same breath. Chaos.

And so I was distracted when the Fedex man showed up in his white van. I’ve gotten used to him turning up at this time of day since I began reviewing books for the Cybils award. The package he handed me was clearly a book. Nothing unusual. Except that my Cybils work is done and I wasn’t expecting any more books. Hmmm. The return address raised my eyebrows further: Houghton Mifflin. That’s my publisher. Hmmm. I stopped thinking about whether the kids would deal with clementines as a Friday afternoon snack and ripped open the package.

Can you guess what was inside? I can hardly believe it now, twenty-four hours later. It was my book. An actual hardcover copy of TRACKING TRASH, complete with a jacket cover sporting my name and, in the flap, my photograph. I knew it would come eventually, of course. I’ve pored over proofs and seen the ARCs and have recently been distributing bookmarks with the book’s cover on them. But none of that prepared me for actually holding this book in my hands.

Crazy.

There was a momentary lull in the din as my husband assembled the troops for an impromptu standing ovation. We celebrated in style: Oreos and milk all around. Then the kids went back to their Friday afternoon, my husband went back to work, and I started to thumb through the pages of this little wonder.

Crazy.

I thought my loyal readers (both of you!) might want to check out the blogs of the other members of the MG/YA Nonfiction Nominating Panel (see previous post). These four women are book lovers of the highest order … and were a pleasure to work with. (Mindy, by the way, was not a panelist. Her job was to keep the rest of us on target and elbow-deep in review copies!)

Emily

Becky

Kim

Ida

Mindy

Happy New Year!

The 2006 Children’s and YA Bloggers’ Literary Award finalists have been announced!

Five finalists in eight categories (Fantasy & Science Fiction, Graphic Novels, Middle Grade Fiction, Middle Grade/YA Nonfiction, Young Adult Fiction, Picture Book Nonfiction, Picture Book Fiction, and Poetry) were announced yesterday at the Cybils website. The winners will be announced, well, soon. The date hasn’t been posted yet.

I served on the Nominating Committee for the Middle Grade/YA Nonfiction category and can tell you that wheedling a list of 37 excellent titles to a list of five finalists was an engaging–and difficult–task. I can only imagine what torture the past six weeks must have been for the panelists in the middle grade fiction category (63 nominations) or the Picture Book Fiction category (111 nominations!). So many fabulous books, so few awards.

The five finalists in the Middle Grade/YA Nonfiction category, listed alphabetically by title, are:

ESCAPE! The Story of the Great Houdini
by Sid Fleischman

FREEDOM WALKERS, The Story of the Montgomery Bus Boycott
by Russell Freedman

IMMERSED IN VERSE, An Informative, Slightly Irreverent & Totally Tremendous Guide to Living the Poet’s Life
by Allan Wolf

ISAAC NEWTON
by Kathleen Krull

TEAM MOON, How 400,000 People Landed Apollo 11 on the Moon
by Catherine Thimmesh

These books represent the best in MG/YA Non-fiction for 2006. If you haven’t read them yet, get to it!

THE HIGHER POWER OF LUCKY
By Susan Patron
Illustrations by Matt Phelan
Atheneum (Richard Jackson Books), 2007

Category: Middle-grade Fiction

Oh, la-La! This was a roller coaster read.

I picked it up off the new fiction shelf at the library because the cover art appealed to me. And the title was intriguing. What is the higher power of lucky, anyway? My finely tuned senses (ha!) recognized a book with potential; I took it home.

But, alas, the first chapters disappointed me. I had trouble getting into the story. I wasn’t sure I liked the protagonist. And, Good Lord, there were quirky characters appearing left and right! There was Lucky, the ten-year-old protagonist, who is an orphan with a penchant for eavesdropping on seven step meetings. Her friend Lincoln has a serious–almost creepy–affection for knots (yes, knots, as in tied rope), her friend Miles has a cookie fetish and an obvious issue with mother loss, her grown-up friend Short Sammy is a recovering alcoholic who lives in an abandoned water tower, her Guardian Brigette is a homesick French citizen who was once married to Lucky’s father and who apparently agreed to serve as Lucky’s guardian when Lucky’s mother was killed in a freak weather accident. This was all a bit TOO MUCH for me; I thought about quitting.

But then I read chapter four. It’s called “graffiti” and it contains some of the finest show-don’t-tell-ing I have seen in a while. In this chapter, the author showed me the very essence of Lucky and Lincoln and their friendship, and she showed me what life in Hard Pan, California is all about. In the process, she gained my trust. I realized I was in good hands and I committed to the author, her quirky characters, and their story.

The rest of the book was a lovely ride. Lucky believes Brigette is planning to abandon her in order to return to France, and the only way Lucky can think to stop Brigette from going is by running away. But in a place like Hard Pan, even the simple act of running away is quirky and complicated.

THE HIGHER POWER OF LUCKY is worth a read. If you give it a try, promise me you will hang in there at least until chapter four. And be sure to let me know what you think.

BRIAR ROSE
By Jane Yolen
Starscape, 1992

This has been a year of Holocaust books for me. From Jenna Blum’s THOSE WHO SAVE US to Jennifer Roy’s YELLOW STAR to Kathy Kacer’s HIDING EDITH (which I have not blogged about yet), it seems as if I am searching out these stories. If I am, it is a completely subconscious act. This weekend I read BRIAR ROSE, by Jane Yolen. When I picked it up I knew only that it was a retelling of Sleeping Beauty and that it was written by one of America’s most prolific writers of fiction for children. I didn’t know it was a Holocaust story.

In Yolen’s version of Sleeping Beauty, Briar Rose dies quietly of old age in America, leaving her granddaughter, Becca, with an urgent deathbed request: “Promise me you will find the castle. Promise me you will find the prince. Promise me you will find the maker of the spells.” Becca promises and subsequently finds herself drawn into her grandmother’s secretive (and scary) past. Becca’s journey to the castle and the maker of spells is replete with images that I will never shake. And I am profoundly grateful to the author and her colleagues for creating works of fiction that will keep all of humanity from forgetting the Holocaust.

PICTURES OF HOLLIS WOODS
By Patricia Reilly Giff
Random House (Wendy Lamb Books), 2002

Category: Middle-grade fiction (Newbery Honor Book)

Happy Holidays! Happy Hanukkah! Happy Kwanzaa! Merry Christmas! However you celebrate the joy of light during the winter months, I hope the festivities were fulfilling and that you were able to find some time for reading and relaxing. For the first time in two months–since I started reading Middle Grade/YA non-fiction books for the Cybils award–I curled up with a book of fiction over the weekend. As luck would have it, I chose an intense and fast-paced novel that was perfect for holiday reading.

Hollis Woods is twelve and she has had a tough time of it. Parentless and misunderstood, she is jerked from one foster home to another, (almost) never feeling at home and relying on her drawings for self-expression and survival. It is only when she lands in a situation that fits her, living with an elderly and eccentric art teacher named Josie, that Hollis is able to explore her recent past and the pain of losing the Reagans, a foster family that she adored.

Patricia Reilly Giff uses flashback so well in this book. The tension in Hollis’ new life with Josie (Josie’s increasing forgetfulness is making her an unfit guardian for Hollis) and in her old life with the Reagans (something happened to make Hollis leave the Reagan family, but what?) couple to make an intense and satisfying novel.

CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE MORNING
By Pearl S. Buck
Illustrated by Mark Buehner
HarperCollins, 2002

Category: Picture book

Our family has grown a few holiday traditions that I adore; my absolute favorite revolves around (surprise, surprise) our collection of holiday books. Early in December I pull the seasonal favorites out of the attic, wrap them up in holiday paper, and stack them under the ceramic Christmas tree my great-grandmother made nearly fifty years ago. Each night one of the kids picks a book for us to unwrap and read. I love to watch them agonize over the choice, trying to discern from the size and shape and heft of the package if it is this favorite or that, forgetting which book they were hoping for the moment their eyes spy the treasure under the wrapping.

Tonight we read CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE MORNING, a story written by Pearl S. Buck in 1955 and beautifully illustrated anew by Mark Buehner. If you read this blog with any regularity, then you know I like a book that stirs my emotions. This one does it every single year. It is the story of a man remembering Christmases past, particularly the very special Christmas when he realized his how much his father loved him … and how much he loved his father in return.

Do you have a favorite holiday book? Do tell! Tradition also dictates that I add a title to the holiday book collection each year …

HATTIE BIG SKY
By Kirby Larson
Delacorte Press, 2006

Category: Middle-grade fiction

Good Lord, this book nearly killed me. As I read the final chapters to the kids last night, I was an absolute mess, box of tissues at my side, throat clenching, voice catching, tears streaming. The kids were stunned silent; I was too overwrought to bask in the momentary quiet.

Hattie Inez Brooks is sixteen and alone in the world. She is passed around from distant relation to distant relation until the day she receives a letter from an uncle she barely remembers:

“Being of sound mind, I do hereby leave to Hattie Inez Brooks my claim and the house and its contents, as well as one steadfast horse named Plug and a contemptible cow known as Violet.”

And so Hattie embarks on a new life on the Montana prairie, a life driven by the desire for a place of her own and by the challenge of proving up on her Uncle’s claim. In order to take legal ownership of his 320 acres, Hattie must cultivate at least one-eigth of it (forty acres) and set four hundred and eighty rods of fence (um, a lot). And she must do it in ten months.

Hattie’s story captured the admiration of my eight-year-old boys (they were behind her from the moment she got Uncle Chester’s letter) and the heart of their mother (I’m behind her even now). Hers is a hard journey … cruel and maddening and heartbreaking. And beautiful. Hattie Big Sky is one of those literary gals I will think about for a very long time.