Five for Friday

1. I went to the Lithuanian Embassy this week where Ruta Sepetys spoke eloquently about her book in front of people who had lived her story. The Lithuanians called BETWEEN SHADES OF GRAY “first words” on a subject that still renders survivors of Stalin’s deportations mute. A few of them stood up and said that reading Ruta’s book had given them the courage to talk about their experiences, to write them down for family if for no one else. Talk about starting a dialogue!

2. SOLs are finally over, marking the end of the most boring month of school ever.

3. I’ve gotten about half of our tomatoes into the ground but need to go out in search of Brandywine, which grow best in our yard.

4. I’ve been trying not to be jealous of all of the people who’ve spent the week at BEA. Fortunately I’ve been diverted by item No. 5.

5. We adopted these guys from a local rescue group and welcomed them into our home last weekend. Lots of fun but the responsibility has about put me over the edge.
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Horton Halfpott

hortoncover1It’s hard to know when to celebrate Horton’s book birthday. It’s due out May 1st, but it seems to be in stores NOW, and as we’ve already read the book in my house, I figured we’d get the party started.

Horton Halfpott (or The Fiendish Mystery of Smugwick Manor or The Loosening of M’Lady Luggertuck’s Corset) is written and illustrated by the amazing Tom Angleberger, whose Strange Case of Origami Yoda has taken the country by storm(trooper). There’s a sequel to OY coming out in August, but smack dab in the middle of the two Star Wars-inspired books we have Horton, which was inspired by … Charles Dickens.

I have to admit, I worried a bit about how quickly Origami Yoda fans would extend their allegiance to a kitchen boy who carried firewood instead of a light saber.

I shouldn’t have.

The second my elementary-aged son got a hold of Horton, he didn’t let it go until he’d turned the last page.

The chapter titles are clever and the chapter lengths are short, which should give kids confidence in the face of corsets and tricky surnames. (“Try saying this three times fast,” my son wrote in his reader’s response for school: “’M’Lady Luggertuck of Smugwick Manor.’ Hard, right?”) A reviewer somewhere is sure to dub this book “an engaging romp.” That same reviewer has probably dubbed a lot of things “engaging romps” over the years. This time, he’s right, though.

In the tradition of Motherreader, I thought my kid might be the best one to tell you about Horton Halfpott. Instead of hanging out on the virtual couch, we’re in his virtual bedroom. The bed isn’t made. That hard thing you’re sitting on? Probably a LEGO.

Me: I wasn’t sure, based largely on the use of the word “corset” in the opening, that fans of Origami Yoda would snatch this up right away. But you really liked this one, too.
My Kid: I thought there was a lot of funny stuff that happened and funny stuff always makes a book really cool.

Me: Do you know what a corset is?
My Kid: Yeah, it’s ladies’ underwear.

Me: What type of ladies’ underwear?
My Kid: No idea, but I think it’s probably kind of aprony.

We go on the internet and find a nice, G-rated corset.

Me: So can you imagine having to wear something like that?
My Kid: Yes, and I have to admit: it’s not good. Imagining it makes it feel like I have a very tight, very thick belt on. Plus, it’s LADIES’ underwear.

Me: My other worry besides the corset was that I didn’t know if boys your age would go for a book that had a little romance in it.
My Kid: Well, the romance makes it funny. In Star Wars there’s a love part with Han and Leia but the movie is still really, really cool. Sometimes you can have love but you can have humor as well.

Me: Who do you think would like this book?
My Kid: I think anyone who likes funny stuff would like this book.

Me: What was your favorite part?
My Kid: Well, what I thought was really funny was when the Shipless Pirates — [CENSORED. It would be too much of a spoiler to say what the Shipless Pirates actually do so we’ll just stop and say we dug the Shipless Pirates.]

Me: What about the language?
My Kid: Well it’s very old fashioned but it wasn’t a problem.

Me: I know you’re not supposed to judge a book by it’s cover, but do you want to tell me a little about the cover?
My Kid: I think the cover here is very interesting. As I told you earlier I think it looks a lot like the Mysterious Benedict Society cover, because it focuses on the house and it’s got the same sort of window silhouettes. This one glows in the dark and I thought that was a really cool thing.

Me: Who’s your favorite character in this book?
My Kid: Well, Horton, duh. If you’re saying besides Horton, I would have to say Bump.

Me: Do you feel sorry for Horton, when you meet him?
My Kid: Yeah.

Me: Without giving too much away, did you have any suspicions about The Luggertuck Lump?
My Kid: I was only positive that I knew who had taken it.

Me: And what are your feelings about pickle éclairs? Because I’m sure we can get Tom to give us a recipe …
My Kid: I think I’m interested in trying them to see what they taste like, even if they taste really gross.
My Other Kid, who loves OY but has not yet tackled HH: I want to have a pickle éclair!!

Happy Book Birthday to Horton Halfpott. You, too, can celebrate with a pickle éclair. You can also celebrate by visiting Horton at his new web site, or by visiting origamiyoda.com.

And a P.S.: In Dickens-related news, as I was googling about for links I didn’t use I found this article that talks about Helena Bonham Carter and Ralph Fiennes as possibilities for a new version of Great Expectations!

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Tuesday Mash-up

I’ve had the most unproductive few weeks I’ve had in ages, which might make you wonder: Why the heck are you updating your blog? The answer is: Because if I can finish a blog entry, maybe I can go finish something else. A picture book. Making the bed. Something. Anything.

Some of my friends are great about filling in others on the writing process, every dip on the roller coaster ride. I tend to hold things closer, in part because I’m never quite sure what I’m allowed to divulge and what I’m not. (Can I tell you who the illustrator is? I don’t know! Can I tell you when my agent is sending out something new? Nah, I wouldn’t want to jinx anything. Can I tell you when a publisher is thinking about a story that I’ve worked on — on and off — for the last 10 years? See answer to previous question. Can I tell you how it feels to see the first sketches of your first picture book? I’m not sure I can, mostly because my usually trusty words are failing me. I will say that when I opened the PDF I felt like Frankenstein. “SHE’S ALIVE!” Not a monster. Julia. My saucy, bossy, Type-A protagonist. Alive, and well, and perfect. Just knowing she’s out there is making the wait for the book (we’re looking at summer 2012 now) a little easier.

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I walked in to see my hair dresser last week and asked her to chop off 10 inches so I could donate my ponytail before my hair turns gray and no one will take it anymore. My friend Wendy told me to think about what I wanted before I went. “Just for five minutes,” she said. It doesn’t help that the place I get my hair cut is a walk-in place, which allows someone with a wild hair to go get that wild hair cut off the moment she decides to do it. It does help that the woman who usually cuts my hair is a very decisive person. She recognized me, despite the fact that I only go in there once a year at best. I should probably go more often, because she’s the sort of hairdresser that bestows wisdom while she’s cutting your hair, towit:
SNIP.
“If you are donating your hair, it will grow back faster.”
“Change is good.”
“Sexy is good.”
“Shorter is good.”
(Shorter, but not short. You’d never actually think she cut off as much as she did — 11 or 12 inches, when all was said and done.)
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Mythbusters is the best show on television. Just saying.
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We finally tried Honey Pig this week, inspired in part by my friends Mark and Joe, who are traveling through Asia and posting photos of every meal they eat. Turns out the hype was true, and we’ve spent the last few days hollering “HONEY PIG!” at random intervals throughout the day. Nothing like a little Korean BBQ to get you in the mood for Passover.
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My husband looked at the front page of the paper last week. Then Metro. Then op-ed.
“I think you’d like Sweden,” he told me.

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Peeps

After years of watching from the sidelines, the kids and I finally put together an entry for the Washington Post’s annual Peeps Diorama Competition. Have you SEEN what people come up with for this thing? Half of the dioramas seem to be outfitted with electricity. And the detail! I can do detail when it comes to words, but I kind of lose it when it comes to marshmallow fluff. As our chances of making it into the Post’s gallery are slim, I figured I’d post a couple of pictures here. I’m pretty proud of what we came up with, and we had a fun time pulling it together!

My son came up with the title for our diorama after last year’s Peeps competition. Our only real rule was that we weren’t allowed to go out and buy a bunch of stuff. Except for Peeps. I did splurge on the wallpaper (19 cents a sheet, on sale). Everything else we had around the house. Admittedly, we’re luckier than a lot of people doing dioramas because a. we already have a lot of crafts stuff and b. we have Barbies, which means we had shoes for Peepi (though I can’t see Barbie ever wearing these, can you? Ken, either, for that matter. They must have belonged to somebody else, though I can’t imagine who.)

Presenting : Peepi Longstocking!

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Here’s a closeup of Peepi’s face:
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Notes from a Fangirl

On Twitter:
I’ve come late to Twitter and I’ve had a hard time committing; too often it seems like a bunch of people talking at once. It also marks a danger zone for me. For time wasting, which I seem prone to, and also because, as someone who reads the people column in the Washington Post, it’s not such a good idea for me to have access to the mundane musings of thousands of celebrities. For the record, I’m only following about 80 people, most of them related to kidlit. But not all. I don’t have much interest in the likes of Paris Hilton, but I will admit to getting a little thrill when I witnessed William Shatner sending birthday greetings to Levar Burton. (I follow Burton because of the late, great Reading Rainbow.) I follow Judd Apatow for his movie recommendations, although lately he seems to just be watching The Bachelor. And I follow the Mythbusters crew, collectively and individually, because I’m not beyond wanting to impress my kids.

And then yesterday, something happened that made me love Twitter: Judy Blume retweeted me! And suddenly the world seemed smaller and Twitter made sense. There’s not much more to the story: I have always remembered that March 8 was Margaret Simon’s birthday. Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret had a profound effect on me growing up — to the point that when I’ve had to write my bio for a conference or an article, it has occasionally read: Madelyn Rosenberg would not have survived middle school if it weren’t for Judy Blume. I still think of Margaret as a friend. So I tweeted about Margaret’s birthday, and included @judyblume in the tweet. I fell asleep putting the kids to bed. When I woke up later, I’d been retweeted by Judy, which for me is something like being retweeted by the Queen of England. And then I lived happily ever after.

As long as I’m talking about technology: We become used to technological changes so quickly now that we often forget to be blown away. Two little things I’ve seen lately that remind me I live in The Future.
– My son skyping with his friend, who moved to Brazil. I love it when she carries her computer into their yard to show him the lizards.
– The new Coke Freestyle drink machine at Elevation Burger. (Apparently the future is soda.)

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