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Children’s Fiction of 2007: Reaching for Sun by Tracie Vaughn Zimmer

Another free verse novel. I liked the story, again, and this time I was able to get used to the line breaks much more quickly. (See my review of Home of the Brave for thoughts on my preference for prose in a novel.) Reaching for Sun is sort of one long metaphor in whch the main character, Josie, is a flower (a wisteria vine?) that’s been trapped in darkness, but is now reaching for the sun. Josie’s “darkness” is a set of rather formidable challenges: cerebral palsy, a mom who’s too busy with school and work, absent-tee dad who deserted the family long ago, total rejection from the kids at school who think she’s stupid, too much therapy and not enough downtime. Then there are Josie’s mom’s expections; she wants Josie to become a lawyer or an astronaut, but Josie’s not really interested in any of the high-powered careers that her mom has picked out for her.

But Mom’s dreams for me
are a heavy wool coat I
wear, even in summer.”

The entire book reads like that little word picture. As I noted in my interview with author J.B. Cheaney the other day, I wish I could write metaphors and similes like that one. I tend to think in cliches.

Josie makes a mistake in the course of the story by dealing with some of her problems by lying. She and her mom become estranged because in order to do what she wants to do and start to grow up, Josie lies to her mom instead of confronting the disagreement between the two of them and discussing it. The author does a very good job of showing how destructive lies can be, and still she also demonstrates that forgiveness and reconciliation are possible.

She pulls me to her
and I feel that old kudzu vine
ripped away between us
and the truth
like sun on my face.”

There are lots of little things to like about this little book. There’s a little flip-book picture of a flower bud turning into a fullgrown flower drawn in gray pencil-like sketches in the lower right hand corner of the pages. Josie’s grandma and her friend, Jordan, are both great characters, slightly eccentric, but not so odd that readers would reject them. Good use of language. Good story of a girl’s thirteenth year of growing and becoming a young lady under less than optimal circumstances.

Tracie Vaughn Zimmer’s website.

Other bloggers weigh in:

Little Willow:Reaching for Sun is a verse novel told from Josie’s point of view. Though Josie sometimes has difficulties expressing herself and speaking her thoughts, her voice on the page is full of strength.”

Cynsations interview with Tracey Vaughn Zimmer: Ms. Zimmer says: “I’d like to be a Poetry Preacher–I truly believe it can transform children’s reading skills (fluency, vocabulary and comprehension) but even better than all that it grabs the hand of its reader and changes the way we see the world.”

MotherReader: “So today I sat outside in the sun, to read it surrounded by the daffodils, the crocuses, and that yellow flowering bush… thing. And if you can, that’s the way you want to read this book, with beauty all around you and beauty on the pages in front of you.”

A Fuse #8 Production: “The verse novel still has to justify its own existence with every book that uses its style. When you pick up a work of fiction written in verse you have to ask yourself, ‘Would this title be stronger or weaker if it were just straight prose?’ Zimmer’s advantage is that Josie lives a life that’s best suited for poetry.”

OMS Book Blog: “This brand new book written in free verse tells about the growing and blossoming of a seventh grade girl named Josie.”

I think that last sentence about sums it up. If you like “growing and blossoming” books written in free verse, this one is for you.

Children’s Fiction of 2007: The Talented Clementine by Sara Pennypacker

Betsy-Bee’s review (Betsy-Bee is also eight years old, just like Clementine):

Clementine is a eight year old girl in third grade. When her teacher announces that they will have a talent show, Clementine thinks that she does not have a talent. But she must not know what talent it is. Her friend, Margaret, who has lots and lots of talents tries to help her, but it was no use (she did them all wrong!). Sometimes I think I do not have a talent, but I really do. (I just do not think hard enough!)

The day before the talent show she tells her mom and dad that she has a big surprise on the talent show, but she could not do what she was going to do. When she gets to the talent show she tells the directors of the show, that she does not have a talent for the show. So when one of the directors has to go, the other one says to Clementine, “Will you help me with the show?”

Clementine refused, but the director insisted. So she did. At the end of the show they clapped for the people in the talent show, then the director came on stage and told everybody who was there that if Clementine was not here there would be no show. And it was Clementine. They gave her a round of applause! When she got home her mom and dad decided to take her with them to a restaurant. You should really read The Talented Clementine today.

The End!

Children’s Fiction of 2007: Not Yet Nominated

cybilsI’m on the nominating panel for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. The Cybil Awards are blogger-nominated and blogger-chosen awards for children’s and young adult literature. This year is the second year for the Cybil Awards (2006 winners), and we’ve had a lot of books nominated in seven categories: Picture Books; Non-fiction Picture Books; Middle Grade fiction; Poetry; Young Adult fiction; Non-fiction (YA/MG); and Graphic Novels.

Anyone with an e-mail address may nominate one book per category. Then groups of bloggers get to work. First, a nominating committee reads ALL the titles in a given category. After nearly two arduous months, this committee winnows the nominees to five finalists. A second committee of bloggers considers the shortlist and, after much debate, chooses the best of the best for 2007. The nominations close on November 21. So if your favorite middle grade fiction book, published in 2007, is on this list go over to the Cybils blog and nominate it. Or if you have a another favorite 2007 book, check to see if it’s been nominated.

Here’s my list of books that are nominated so far for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. And the books in the list below are eligible and have not been nominated, as far as I can tell:

The Story of Jonas by Maurine Dahlberg. Semicolon review here.

Do Not Pass Go by Kirkpatrick Hill. Semicolon review here.

The Lacemaker and the Princess by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley. Semicolon review here.

Spelldown by Karen Luddy. Semicolon review here.

The Theft and the Miracle by Rebecca Wade. Semicolon review here.

Ellie McDoodle: Have Pen, Will Travel by Ruth McNally Barshaw. NOMINATED.

Hunted by Christopher Russell. I read this book, published in the U.S. in 2007, and so eligible for the Cybil Award, a couple of months ago. I forgot to review it here, and now I don’t remember enough details to do so. I thought it was good historical (medieval) fiction, and I enjoyed reading it.

The Dog Who Thought He Was Santa by Bill Wallace. I haven’t read this one, but I saw it at the library and thought it looked like fun.

LawnBoy by Gary Paulsen.

Brendan Buckley’s Universe and Everything In It by Sundee Frazier

Summer Ball by Mike Lupica.

Toby Wheeler, Eighth Grade Benchwarmer by Thatcher Heldring.

Edward’s Eyes by Patricia Maclachlan.

First Light by Rebecca Stead.

The Mother-Daughter Book Club by Heather Vogel Frederick.

Leap of Faith by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley.

Nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction (so far)

cybilsI’m on the nominating panel for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. The Cybil Awards are blogger-nominated and blogger-chosen awards for children’s and young adult literature. This year is the second year for the Cybil Awards (2006 winners), and we’ve had a lot of books nominated in seven categories: Picture Books; Non-fiction Picture Books; Middle Grade fiction; Poetry; Young Adult fiction; Non-fiction (YA/MG); and Graphic Novels.

Anyone with an e-mail address may nominate one book per category. Then groups of bloggers get to work. First, a nominating committee reads ALL the titles in a given category. After nearly two arduous months, this committee winnows the nominees to five finalists. A second committee of bloggers considers the shortlist and, after much debate, chooses the best of the best for 2007. The nominations close on November 21. So if your favorite middle grade fiction book, published in 2007, is NOT on this list go over to the Cybils blog and nominate it. Or if you have a favorite 2007 book in another category, check to see if it’s been nominated.

As if I don’t have enough to read . . .

Annie’s War by Jacqueline Levering Sullivan.

Annie: The Mysterious Morgan Horse by Ellen F Feld.

Aurora County All Stars by Deborah Wiles. Semicolon review of The Aurora County All-Stars.

Bearwalker by Joseph Bruchac

Bird Springs by Carolyn Marsden.

The Broken Bike Boy & The Queen of 33rd Street by Sharon Flake. Semicolon review of The Broken Bike Boy and the Queen of 33rd Street.

Camel Rider by Prue Mason. Semicolon review of Camel Rider.

Cassie Was Here by Caroline Hickey.

Cat on the Mat is Flat by Andy Griffiths, illustrated by Terry Denton.

Celeste’s Harlem Renaissance by Eleanora E Tate. Semicolon review here.

Chess Rumble by G Neri.

Clarice Bean, Don’t Look Now by Lauren Child.

Class Favorite by Taylor Morris.

Cork & Fuzz: Good Sports by Dori J. Chaconas, illustrated by Lisa McCue. Betsy-Bee and Semicolon joint review of Cork and Fuzz.

Cracker by Cynthia Kadohata.

A Crooked Kind of Perfect by Linda Urban.

Dear Jo by Christina Kilbourne.

Diary of a Wimpy Kid by Jeff Kinney. Karate Kid reviews Diary of a Wimpy Kid.

Edward’s Eyes by Patricia Maclachlan.

Elijah of Buxton by Christopher Paul Curtis.

Ellie McDoodle by Ruth Barshaw.

Emma-Jean Lazarus Fell Out of a Tree by Lauren Tarshis. Brown Bear and Semicolon joint review of Emma-Jean Lazarus Fell Out of a Tree.

Freak by Marcella Pixley.

Friskative Dog by Susan Straight.

Greetings From Planet Earth by Barbara Kerley.

Home of the Brave by Katherine Applegate. Semicolon review of Home of the Brave.

Honestly, Mallory! by Laurie Friedman

How To Steal A Dog by Barbara O’Connor. Karate Kid’s review of How To Steal a Dog.

If a Tree Falls At Lunch Period by Gennifer Choldenko. Brown Bear and Semicolon review If a Tree Falls at Lunch Period.

The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick.

The Isle of the Swords by Wayne Thomas Batson

Kiki Strke: The Empress’s Tomb by Kirsten Miller. Brown Bear’s review of Kiki Strike, the first book in this series.

Kimchi & Calamari by Rose Kent.

Leap of Faith by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley.

Leepike Ridge by Nathan D. Wilson. Karate Kid’s review of Leepike Ridge. Semicolon review of Leepike Ridge.

Lemonade War by Jacqueline Davies. Karate Kid’s review of The Lemonade War. Semicolon review of The Lemonade War.

Letters from Rapunzel by Sarah Lewis Holmes.

Louisiana’s Song by Kerry Madden. Semicolon review of Louisiana’s Song.

Lucy Rose: Working Myself to Bits and Pieces by Katy Kelly.

Me and the Pumpkin Queen by Marlane Kennedy.

The Middle of Somewhere by JB Cheany Semicolon review of The Middle of Somewhere.

Middle School is Worse Than Meat Loaf by Jennifer Holm. Semicolon review of Middle Is Worse Than Meatloaf.

Miss Spitfire by Sarah Miller. Semicolon review of Miss Spitfire.

Moxy Maxwell Does Not Like Stuart Little by Peggy Gifford. Besty-Bee and Semicolon joint review of Moxy Maxwell Does Not Love Stuart Little.

My Last Best Friend by Julie Bowe.

Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Stewart. Semicolon review of The Mysterious Benedict Society.

No Castles Here by ACE Bauer

No Talking by Andrew Clements. Karate Kid and Semicolon joint review of No Talking.

Paint the Wind by Pam Munoz Ryan.

Penina Levine is a Hard Boiled Egg by Rebecca O’Connell.

Perch, Mrs Sackets, and Crows Nest by Karen Pavlicin.

The Puzzling World of Winston Breen by Eric Berlin.

Qwikpick Adventure Society by Sam Riddleburger

Reaching For Sun by Tracie Vaughn Zimmer. Semicolon review here.

Regarding the Bees by Kate & Sara Klise

Rickshaw Girl by Mitali Perkins. Semicolon review of Rickshaw Girl.

Rising Star of Rusty Nail by Lesley MM Blume. Semicolon review of The Rising Star of Rusty Nail.

Runaround by Helen Hemphill.

The Secret Identity of Devon Delaney by Lauren Barnholdt.

Seeing Sky Blue Pink by Candice Ransom.

So Totally Emily Ebers by Lisa Yee.

Social Experiments of Dorie Dilts: Duped by Popular Demand by PG Kain.

Someone Named Eva by Joan Wolf. Semicolon review of Someone Named Eva.

The Talented Clementine by Sara Pennypacker.

Tales of a Texas Boy by Marva Dasef.

Tall Tales by Karen Day. Semicolon review here.

The Thing About Georgie by Lisa Graff. Semicolon review of The Thing About Georgie.

Twelve by Lauren Myracle

Way Down Deep by Ruth White. Semicolon review of Way Down Deep.

Webb’s Wondrous Tales Book 2 by Mack Webb & Celia Webb (illus).

Wednesday Wars by Gary D. Schmidt.

What the Dickens by Gregory Maguire

When Heaven Fell by Carolyn Marsden

Wild Girls by Pat Murphy.

Children’s Fiction of 2007:The Middle of Somewhere by J.B. Cheaney

Finally, a book I loved. I was on a bad streak earlier this week, but The Middle of Somewhere is a book to end the losing streak. As Kent Clark says, “Don’t let life’s little surprises get you down. Expect the unexpected! Remember, there’s always a Plan B.” Who is Kent Clark? He’s the author of Seize the Way: Ten Weeks to SuperSize Your Life!. (Don’t bother to go looking at Amazon; I think it’s a made up book.) The quotations from Mr. Clark’s opus that introduce the first several chapters are priceless, as our protagonist and narrator, Veronica Sparks aka Ronnie, uses Mr. Clark’s positive thinking philosophy to guide her through the joys and difficulties of a summer road trip through Kansas.

I’m a bit ahead of myself, however. Twelve year old Ronnie has a younger brother, Gee, who’s six years old and seriously ADHD. Now, I must admit to being something of a skeptic when it comes to attention deficit and hyperactivity. I saw too many zombies overdosed on Ritalin when I was a school librarian in another life. However, even though I believe the condition is over-diagnosed and over-medicated, I do believe it’s real. Some kids just can’t pay attention and have a great deal of trouble learning to look before they leap. Gee, short for Gerald, is one of those real cases. I liked the way sister Ronnie accepts her brother the way he is, hyperactivity and all. She gets frustrated with him, defends him, rescues him and wants to get away from him for a break, sometimes all in the same day, sometimes all in the same hour.

When the two children get the chance to accompany their unsuspecting grandfather on a business trip through Kansas in his brand new RV, chaos ensues. Gee hardly ever slows down, and Ronnie has her hands full taking care of Gee and placating her crochety old grandfather so that he won’t turn around and take them back to Missouri. Then, in a plot development reminiscent of Betsy Byars’s Newbery Award book, The Summer of the Swans, Gee disappears, and Ronnie, Pop, the state police, and Ronnie’s new friend, Howard, a Kansas farm boy, all combine forces to find Gee and his hero Canonball Paul, who’s probably the magnet that drew Gee to run away in the first place. If that’s as clear as mud, rest assured that Ms. Cheaney is a much better writer than I am, and if you read the book, all shall be revealed. Plus you’ll develop an appreciation for ADHD kids and their families, and you might even look to see what else Ms. Cheaney has written. I did.

I liked the fact that the characters in this book are Real. Ronnie is a great big sister, but she gets tired and even calls Gee “a dummy” at one point in the story. Pop, the grandfather, is a not-so-great grandfather who’s neglected his progeny in the past, and who has no idea what he has committed to when he takes Gee on a road trip. I liked Pop in spite of his shortcomings; he reminded me of my own grandfather who was a salesman with an itchy foot, too. Ronnie’s and Gee’s mom is a wonderful mother who misses her children, but who can’t help being relieved about being left to recover from her broken leg in peace and quiet.

Then, too, Ms. Cheaney’s writing is great. Try these sentences on for size:

“But as good as Sunday ended, Monday opened up rainbows, sunbeams, and white-water rapids of potential goodness.”

“Mama and I hunkered down expectantly, knowing we were about to hear the story that was almost popping out of Pop.”

“The sight of that maroon-and-white house-on-wheels in our driveway was like the test that got postponed.”

“Now that he was up close and personal with this humongous thing, he seemed subdued —as if its sheer size had packed him into a ball of subduedness.”

The story also features a dog named Leo, a poker game with high stakes, a man who travels around Kansas shooting himself out of a cannon, and a genuine wind prospector selling “power from the sky.” What more could you ask?

The Middle of Somewhere is one of the books nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction.

J.B. Cheaney’s website, where you can read biographical information, get teacher helps, and read some of Ms. Cheaney’s reviews of children’s fiction by other authors.

Susan Olasky interviews J.B. Cheaney and N.D. Wilson for WORLD magazine.

An Interview with J.B. Cheaney, Author of The Middle of Somewhere

cheaneyI’ve never really interviewed anyone before, not even via email, but Ms. Cheaney (the J stands for Janie) kindly agreed to be my guinea pig. Here’s a little bit of biographical information from her website:

“Some time after my daughter was born, I thought it might be fun to try writing a novel. I guess it was so much fun I went on over the years to write three more, but couldn’t find a publisher for any of them (that’s why they’re still packed away in boxes). But I did write three creative writing workbooks, called the Wordsmith series, which are still being sold, mostly to homeschoolers. Some time after my son graduated from high school in 1996. I started writing my first book intended for young-adult readers, based on an idea I had been thinking about for at least eight years. It became The Playmaker, published in the fall of 2000. The True Prince followed in 2002.

When not writing, or thinking about it, I like to travel, read, sing, sew, do needlework and sleep–though not necessarily in that order.”

Sherry: Eldest Daughter says every good interview begins with the question: what did you have for breakfast? (I think she’s crazy, but I like to humor her.)

Janie: Well, why not? I’m not a big breakfast eater, which is why I make myself whip up a smoothie every morning. Yogurt, frozen fruit, protein powder, juice and a banana–yum!

Sherry: This next question is probably only of interest to me, but since I graduated from Hardin-Simmons University in Abilene, Texas, and I saw at your website that you also went to school in Abilene, I have to ask: where?

Janie: ACU. Back then it was Abilene Christian College, rather than University. I didn’t actually attend school for long: I transferred there from a Junior college in Dallas, then dropped out after I got married during the semester break. (It was what you’d call a whirlwind courtship.) I audited some classes after that, but never finished a degree.

Sherry: I think I first read your writing in essays you’ve written for WORLD magazine. How did you come to write for WORLD?

Janie: WORLD was actually my first publisher. Back in 1990, I wrote an essay for their “Soul Food” column, which at that time was open to anybody who wished to submit. For the next few years I wrote some book reviews for them, then lapsed for a year or two while the editorial staff reorganized and the Olaskys came on board. I Submitted a Soul Food column about Dr. Laura Schlesinger to Susan Olasky in 1996, and have been a contributor ever since.

Sherry: One of my favorite authors, Madeleine L’Engle, once said something to the effect that she wrote for children because they were more open to understanding what she had to say than were adults. Why did you decide to write books for children rather than adults?

Janie: That was probably a result of homeschooling for twelve years and reading lots of children’s literature. I used to read aloud to my kids every morning, even after they were well able to read for themselves, and I was always scouting for good material at the library. In the process I discovered (or rediscovered) that children’s books are definitely better than adult fiction for story value, because kids aren’t impressed with literary flourishes or authorial showing-off. The only way to impress them is to tell a rousing tale, and an essay by C. S. Lewis (“On Stories”) helped me re-think just how important the story is. So it made sense to go to the audience that appreciated stories most.

Sherry: I think I liked The Middle of Somewhere partly because the setting in Kansas reminded me of West Texas where I grew up, and partly because the grandfather in the story reminded me of my own grandfather, who used to sell insurance and horses and who-knows-what-else. Did you know someone like Pop in the story?

Janie: The novel is dedicated to my husband, “who hates loud noises, sudden moves, and surprises.” He served as the model for Pop, having some of those same eccentricities (though he’s never been on a motorcycle and would never stand 3 1/2 days in a hard body contest).

Sherry: Another great character in the story is, of course, Gee, Ronnie’s ADHD little brother. Was it difficult to make him a sympathetic character and at the same time really annoying and worrisome? Again, do you have personal knowledge of a kid with ADHD, or did you just do a lot of research?

Janie: More than one reader has told me that my characterization of Gee is spot-on–which is gratifying, because I don’t know any kid like Gee. To capture his character, I relied somewhat on research (I didn’t do that much about ADHD specifically), plus a childhood memory of a distant cousin (slightly younger than I) whom I met only one time and who impressed me with his climbing ability. He would attempt to climb anything, including a sheer brick wall at a shopping mall we went to.

Sherry: Who are your favorite authors? What’s the best book you’ve read recently?

Janie: Best adult novel I’ve read recently (and I don’t read too many): Atonement, by Ian McEwan.
Best nonfiction book: Welcome to Lizard Motel, by Barbara Feinstein (it’s a memoir with some profound things to say about children’s literature)
Best children’s novel (argh, this is a tough choice): I’m going to take a chance and say Skin Hunger, by Kathleen Duey. It was nominated for this year’s National Book Award, which is why I checked it out. I’m taking a chance because I’m only halfway through and can’t make a final judgment. But it’s very promising.
Favorite children’s authors: Kenneth Oppel, Rick Riordan, Katherine Paterson, Leon Garfield, Daniel Pinkwater, Donna Jo Napoli, David Harrison, Joan Bauer . . . and others.

Sherry: I read your review of last year’s Newbery Award winner The Higher Power of Lucky, and I thought your criticisms were on target. However, I’m curious about how you maintain objectivity when reviewing an award winning book. I tend to think, when a book that I didn’t like very much receives a lot of praise, that I must have missed something. Does being a published author yourself give you confidence, or have you always been self-assured in your opinions on books?

Janie: I don’t think it has so much to do with self-confidence as it does with being passionate about literature. Which doesn’t mean I can’t be wrong about certain judgment calls, and much of what appeals to me is purely a matter of taste. A book can still be a good book, even though it doesn’t appeal to me personally. But a story must be true to itself–to its own internal logic–and The Higher Power of Lucky lacked that kind of integrity in some respects.

Sherry: I also noticed in one of your reviews that you criticized someone’s similes (don’t remember whose). As a writer of sometimes cliched and sometimes cringe-inducing metaphors and similes myself, how do I improve that aspect of my writing? How does a writer come up with fresh and expressive ways to use language?

Janie: Exercise your imagination by dreaming up lots of figures of speech. Some will work, and some won’t, but as you practice you’ll develop more of a sense of the effective simile or metaphor. The best figures of speech appear effortless (though of course they aren’t).

Sherry: I also read The Playmaker, and I’m planning to read the sequel to that book. Both books are set in Shakepeare’s England. Where and when were you introduced to Shakespeare, and what’s your favorite play?

Janie: I was introduced to Shakespeare in my backyard, age 10. The best way to meet him is NOT by reading him, which can be deadly–the plays were meant to be performed. My sister and I used to put on a play for our birthday party every year (we’re four years apart, but born in the same month), and that year she decided we’d do a version of Julius Caesar. We wrote our own, relying heavily on Richard Armour’s Twisted Tales From Shakespeare (Armor was a humorist popular at the time), but also using a lot of lines directly from the play. The experience gave me a certain chumminess with Shakespeare I wouldn’t have had otherwise.
My favorite play–actually plays–is Henry IV, parts one and two. The True Prince draws heavily on the Henry cycle.

Sherry: I liked your Shakespeare Goes to the Movies page, too. What’s your favorite movie adaptation of one of Shakespeare’s plays? (I love Branagh’s Henry V and Much Ado About Nothing.)

Janie: I like those too, but the one I keep going back to is Twelfth Night, directed by Trevor Nunn. It’s lovely.

Sherry: I have to ask: are you writing another book?

Janie: Not at the moment. I took 2007 “off,” in a sense, in order to promote The Middle of Somewhere. I do have a manuscript with my editor right now, but I think it’s going to need some work before they make me an offer on it.

Sherry: Thanks for taking the time to do this interview.

Janie: Thanks for the opportunity!

See above or click for my Semicolon review of The Middle of Somewhere, and try this WORLD magazine interview by Susan Olasky for more information about Ms. Cheaney and her writing.

Children’s Fiction of 2007: The Broken Bike Boy and the Queen of 33rd Street by Sharon G. Flake

One of my urchins wouldn’t finish this book because she disliked the main character so much. Here’s the scenario: Queen Marie Rosseau thinks she is a queen, with a real castle and a knight in shining armor, the whole bit. She thinks this because her daddy tells her she is a queen, and although her mother tries to bring her back to reality, Queen is not much interested in anything except her own queenliness.

“I used to be homeschooled until two years ago. But I go to regular school now. Mother thought I needed to be around other kids. She said she didn’t like how grown-up and stuck-up I was acting. Only I can’t help it if I’m cute and smarter than most kids my age.”

This paragraph is the only time homeschooling is mentioned in the book, but we all get the message, don’t we? Queen’s daddy’s indulgence and her sheltered homeschool experience have made her into a snot. And Queen is socially challenged, to say the least. She doesn’t know how to make friends, doesn’t keep the one friend she has, and generally alienates everyone around her. Her teacher doesn’t like her, really doesn’t like her, and Leroy, the broken bike boy, comes to her house for the food Queen’s mother makes and for the attention Queen’s father gives him, but he’d just as soon Queen would get lost. The feeling is mutual, and Queen tries to get rid of Leroy several times, then tries to prove he’s a liar, then tries to steal Leroy’s only friend.

I don’t know about this one. There are some kids who are hopelessly stuck on themselves, unable or unwilling to think about the feelings of others. But Queen seemed to be awfully intelligent to be so dim when it came to people-skills. She didn’t come across as autistic or socially handicapped so much as just selfish and unwilling to admit that other people don’t like being treated as slaves to the Queen.

Then, there’s the part of the book where Queen goes to visit a reclusive old man in his apartment without permission from her parents, without their even knowing about it. I just don’t think that’s a great idea to put into kids’ heads, even though it turns out just fine in the book. The old man, Cornelius, is a mentor who helps Queen to see the error of her ways.

In fact, The Broken Bike Boy and the Queen of 33rd Street is full of mentors and involved and loving adults. Queen’s parents are quite attentive, and Queen’s mother tries to coach Queen in the fine art of winning friends. Queen’s dad helps Leroy fix his bike and invites him to eat dinner with Queen’s family. Cornelius, although somewhat eccentric, teaches both children about their African heritage and gives them the attention they both crave, along with a bit of a reality check for Miss Queen when her behavior becomes insufferable.

I give it a B-.

Again others liked it better than I did. Maybe they didn’t have my knee-jerk reaction to homeschool stereotypes:

Elizabeth Bird of A Fuse #8 Production: “I had difficulty recognizing when I was supposed to be annoyed by my protagonist. Kudos to Ms. Flake then. It takes guts to make an unlikable hero. Guts and talent.”

The Broken Bike Boy and the Queen of 33rd Street was nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle School Fiction.

Children’s Fiction of 2007: The Rising Star of Rusty Nail by Lesley M.M. Blume


Bad history:
Joseph McCarthy didn’t do any investigation of Russian expatriates living in New York City that I know of, and he certainly didn’t have the power to shut down a concert pianist’s career and send her into hiding in the backwoods of Minnesota. I’m tired of books that use Joseph McCarthy as a bogie man and arch-villain. He was an idiot, and the Senate eventually got tired of him and censured him. The Communism he feared was very real and dangerous. The nineteen fifties were characterized by anti-Communism, but I doubt very seriously that many people, much less an entire small town, were spending their gossip time finding Communists under the bed, so to speak. They would have been much more concerned about a “foreigner” who didn’t use her purported husband’s last name and may not have been married to him at all, living in the same house with him. Oh, and girls didn’t wear overalls to school in the sixties where I grew up; it was against the rules. You also didn’t call adults by their first names, especially not parents. Franny and Sandy commit both of these social errors, making them as characters feel slightly anachronistic while set among all the very period Communist hunters. Maybe Minnesota was more progressive when it came to clothing and parental respect and more reactionary when it came to politics than West Texas was.

Bad hermenuetics:

“The good book tells us many things,” the mayor reverend exclaimed, and opened his Bible. He read out loud: “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: not of works, lest any man should boast.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” called out old Hans Zimmerman. “I don’t understand a word you jest said.”
“This is what it means, Hans,” thundered Mayor Reverend Jerry, looking right at the Orilees. “It means that the only way to get to heaven is through good deeds. You can’t bribe God, the holy judge of us all. And those of us who think they can are in for a real rude surprise. . .”

I don’t think the author meant to make Mayor Reverend Jerry into a preacher who contradicts his own chosen text, but that’s obviously what happened. Old Hans Zimmerman wasn’t the only one who didn’t understand a word of the verses that the preacher was misinterpreting to make his point. I just don’t see how you get “good deeds get you to heaven” out of “not of works, lest any man should boast.”

Bad writing:

Within a few paragraphs the author tells me that Runty Knutson is the “class troublemaker;” Gretchen Beasley is the “class crybaby;” and Mr. Moody, the principal, “hated kids.” Show, don’t tell. Actually, we get examples of Rusty’s trouble-making, Gretchen’s crying, and Mr. Moody’s hatred for kids. So why do we need the labels?
The characters are unbelievable and cartoonish. Madame Malenkov, with her long black hair and Russian accent, reminds me of Natasha Fatale ( Rocky and Bullwinkle) Franny and her friend Sandy Anne are the Katzenjammer Kids or maybe the Little Rascals. Nancy “Prancy” Orilee, Franny’s and Sandy’s arch-enemy, is Nellie Oleson from Little House on the Prairie (the TV series, not the book). And it all reads like a bad TV sitcom with a suitably unbelievable ending.

The problem with writing a critical review of a book is that I feel as if I’m implying that I could have done a better job of writing the book myself. However, I know I couldn’t. I’m also fairly sure the author could have written a much better story. There are scenes that would have been worth the reading time, especially those in which Franny and Sandy spy on the suspected Commie spy and the scenes involving Franny and Madame Malenkov. As is, it’s a case of might-have-been-maybe-next-time.

In the “Don’t take my word for it” department here are some opposing views from other bloggers:

Miss Erin loved it, and in fact she nominated it for the Cybil Award for Middle School Fiction.

Annie at Crazy for Kids Books liked it, too: “It is well written and the author does a good job of moving the story forward while revealing the strengths and foibles of the town’s inhabitants. The conclusion is quite satisfying as justice and understanding prevail.”

And then there’s Becky:“I loved, loved, loved The Rising Star of Rusty Nail.”

Chris Shanley-Dillman at KidsReads is in agreement with the others: “Lesley M. M. Blume sweeps readers back to another time with her newest book — back to a time when a school principal chain-smokes in his office and everyone fears bombing attacks from the Russians.”

And it got a starred review in Booklist. It does look as if I’m in the minority.

Children’s Fiction of 2007: Middle School Is Worse Than Meat Loaf by Jennifer L. Holm

Really different from last year’s Newbery Honor book by the same author, Penny From Heaven, Middle School Is Worse Than Meatloaf is subtitled A Year Told Through Stuff, but it’s really more like a year told through lists, letters, cards, ticket stubs, reminder notes, report cards, newspaper clippings, cartoons, poems, and compositions– and a few other memorabilia and assorted, well, yeah, stuff.

Ginny starts seventh grade with a list of ten things to do, including “win something, anything” and “get a dad” and “ignore horoscope whenever possible.” She also starts out with a good attitude: “There’s nothing like the first day of school with all those waxed floors and hopeful faces. You can’t help but think you’ll get a fresh start and be the girl everyone thinks is cool . . .” Unfortunately, horoscope or no, Ginny’s fortunes go downhill from that first bright, hopeful day of school to an all-time low of five C’s and a disciplinary referral. Ginny’s a resilient character, though, and she comes back by the end of the book with a summer list and some hope for improvement in her eighth grade year.

The thing that’s going to be noticed about this book, of course, is the lack of a regular text and the gimmick of telling the story in notes and junk. I say “gimmick” because, honestly, until about halfway through the book, it annoyed me to have to look all over the page, turn some pages sideways, check the small print, and think in order to understand the story. Then, it got to be like a puzzle. I think kids might get into the game more quickly than I did, but then again my conservative daughter took one look at the book and said, “That’s not a real book.” I haven’t been able to interest her in it at all. My usual not-so-sneaky method is to read the first couple of chapters out loud, but that wouldn’t work at all for this book, so I’ll have to resort to leaving it lying around in conspicuous places and picking it up and laughing ostentatiously.

I do think Brown Bear Daughter, age 12, would enjoy this story of another dancer who struggles through seventh grade writing up gruesome life science experiments, turning her hair pink, and trying to get her mom to buy her the perfect (expensive) sweater. Here’s the verdict from Karate Kid, age 10:

This book is going to be hard to write about. You see, this book is written like… well, I can’t really tell you what it’s written like. It is told from lots of things, like emails, letters, comics, and a lot more that I can’t remember. The, I guess you could say, main character, is named Ginny. She is in middle school and wants a sweater. Yes, a sweater. I can’t really tell you any more about this book, except that I thought it was interesting and I hope you will too.”

The scoop from other bloggers:

Miss Erin interviews Jennifer Holm.

Camille at Book Moot: “I will confess that I was reading the book while I was fixing its MARC record. I became hopelessly involved in the story though and when I saw the image of the program for Ginny’s ballet recital I gasped so loudly the library aide wondered what was wrong with me.”

Miss Yingling Reads: “I came away with the conclusion that this was really rather clever, and was something that reluctant readers might pick up.”

Elizabeth Bird of Fuse #8 Production: “Middle School is Worse Than Meatloaf” is a tale told via “stuff”. Notes, detention slips, photos, CDs, invitations, shopping lists, you name it. A perfect blending of chaotic piles and orderly prose, this book gets to the heart of the best and the worst (more often the worst) of this most awkward and necessary of ages.

MotherReader: “I loved this innovative approach to charting a year, and props go out to Elicia Castaldi for the pictures. My sixth grade daughter (not middle school here, but still) really enjoyed the book too.”

America’s Game: More Great Baseball Stories for Kids

The Aurora County All-Stars is a pretty good book about kids and baseball, but there are others, some better. If you know a kid who loves books and baseball, or if you are one, here are some titles to check out:

Heat by Mike Lupica. Published in 2007, this book got a lot of attention, and it was a finalist for the 2006 Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. Semicolon review here.

Skinnybones by Barbara Park. “I’ve played Little League baseball for six years now. But to tell you the truth, I’m not exactly what you’d call a real good athlete. Actually, I’m not even real okay. Basically, what I’m trying to say here is, I stink.” The smallest kid on the team aspires to basebll greatness.

Catcher With a Glass Arm by Matt Christopher. Others by this classic sports fiction writer: The Lucky Baseball Bat, The Kid Who Only Hit Homers, Return of the Home Run Kid, Comeback of the Home Run Kid, Stealing Home, Baseball Flyhawk, Baseball Pals, Baseball Turnaround, and more. From Matt Christopher’s website: “Matt Christopher is America’s bestselling sports writer for children, with more than 100 books and sales approaching six million copies.”

Hang, Tough, Paul Mather by Alfred Slote. “One thing Tom Kinsella could do that none of my other doctors could do was juggle. I found that out one day when he came into my room and spotted the three autographed baseballs.” Baseball and leukemia.

Honus and Me: A Baseball Card Adventure by Dan Gutman. Joe travels through time to meet baseball’s greats. The series includes Babe and Me, Shoeless Joe and Me, Abner and Me, and Sach and Me.

Bobby Baseball by Robert Kimmel Smith. “Baseball is a simple game, people. You catch, you throw, you hit, AND YOU THINK. I will not yell at anyone for making an error. Everyone makes errors. BUT I WILL NOT PUT UP WITH MENTAL MISTAKES!”

Summerland by Michael Chabon (YA) “A baseball game is nothing but a great slow contraption for getting you to pay attention to the cadence of a summer day.” Computer Guru Son is a big fan of Chabon, but I don’t think he’s read this one.