I suggest you scroll through yesterday’s comments and my responses.
It is very cool to be talking about this stuff. Thanks to everyone who is chiming in with their opinion.
I suggest you scroll through yesterday’s comments and my responses.
It is very cool to be talking about this stuff. Thanks to everyone who is chiming in with their opinion.
When you pick up TWISTED (which I sincerely hope you will do this summer) and flip through the opening pages, you will find something unusual right after the dedication page. It reads “NOTE: THIS IS NOT A BOOK FOR CHILDREN” Then the adventures of Tyler Miller begin.
Many people have been speculating on The Note. Some theorized that the publisher forced it down my throat. John Green called it a “marketing ploy” in his otherwise very nice New York Times review of the book. Several other reviewers concluded that the note was spot-on; that TWISTED is not a book for kids, but it is a great book for teens.
I had no idea this was going to be such a big deal. It’s time for me to set the record straight.
First, some background.
I write books for teenagers, yes. I also write historical fiction that is aimed at grades 5-8 (but read by all sorts of folks), I wrote a series for tweens about kids volunteering in a vet’s clinic, and I write picture books for little kids. I have lost track of the number of times I have met parents whose children (nine and ten-year-olds) have enjoyed one of my books for younger readers, so they pick up SPEAK or another YA title of mine and ask me to sign it for their child. I always ask the parent to read the book first. They appreciate the heads-up.
And then there are people like the lady who insisted on buying SPEAK for her second-grade daughter because the girl was gifted and reading on a 10th-grade level.
::headdesk headdesk::
For years I have been talking to people in publishing, librarians, teachers, booksellers, and other authors trying to figure out a way to alert book buyers and borrowers about books that are better suited for older readers. The age ranges put on books aren’t very helpful – who decides what is right for 13? For 11? For 16? Ask 100 people and you’ll get 103 answers. This can be a very confusing muddle. (Plot summaries don’t help much either. They present a couple of facts, nothing more.)
I think SPEAK is a book for everyone in 7th grade and older (the main character is 14). TWISTED is aimed at the older end of the age bracket (the main character is 18) – it will have the most meaning for kids in 9th grade and older, though I have already heard from 8th graders who really liked it, and who got a lot out of the main character’s struggles.
Hence, The Note. I figure that anyone who is picking up TWISTED for a person that they still consider a “child” (regardless of age) will probably want to wait a while before handing it over, or should read it themselves, first. Anyone buying the book for a “teen” or “post-child person” won’t have a problem with it. My editor Sharyn, aka
I would love to hear what all of you think of this. Let the conversation begin. (John and I will be talking about this over coffee at ALA. Give us lots of opinions so we can ponder deeply!)
In other news, many thanks to the SCBWI members who came out to Saturday’s Mid-Hudson conference and treated me so kindly.
Here is part of the crowd gathered for my keynote speech.
Daffodils bloom in the most unlikely and delightful places. This is
Blog alert: if you love YA Literature, you’ll want to check out Finding Wonderland: The Writing YA Weblog. (You probably already know about it since I am usually the last kid on the block to hear about anything new and interesting. But just in case…)
OK, OK, one last thing, just because it is summer and funky things happen.
We interrupt this revision week to tell you about the great interview of moi conducted and posted by
What do you think?
In other news, Syracuse won the Golden Snowball Award.
But Oswego (12 miles from my house) begs to differ.
For the record, there is no snow on the ground in the Forest today. The daffodils and violets are blooming and birds are singing. Nature is lulling us into a false sense of security.
(BTW, contest winners – you are still on my To-Do list!!)
Back to revising. Sisu. Sisu. Sisu…..
Still running on the treadmill that is my life right now, so I only have time a quick update.
Saturday night? River’s End Bookstore in Oswego? Yeah, there were about 200 people jam-packed into the place.
dry_the_rain aka Jacqueline the Expert Photographer Who Moonlights As a Great Bookseller, has kindly posted a bunch more photos, if you care.
http://lalande.info/jacks/Laurie-Crowd.jpg
http://lalande.info/jacks/the%20Band.jpg
http://lalande.info/jacks/Scott.jpg (In which BH finds his long-lost sibling)
http://lalande.info/jacks/mobscene.jpg –>this gives a better sense of how crowded it was
http://lalande.info/jacks/Laurie-Crowd2.jpg
http://lalande.info/jacks/Laurie&Jim.jpg
http://lalande.info/jacks/Laurie&girl.jpg
http://lalande.info/jacks/Bill-Laurie-Mindy.jpg –> Bill and Mindy own the store. Mindy handed out Twizzlers.
http://lalande.info/jacks/Laurie2.jpg
http://lalande.info/jacks/Laurie.jpg
http://lalande.info/jacks/Laurie&me.jpg
http://lalande.info/jacks/Laurie&Band.jpg —> the author falls for the boys in the band, again
THANK YOU for the photos, Miss Jack!
The band, Mind Over Matter, was amazing. I am beginning to think I should request a band at all of my events. Thank you Kevin, Billy, Brian, and John. (If you live near Oswego, you can buy their CD at the bookstore.)
Big hugs to everyone who came out to the event (I am waving at YOU Sara from Solvay, and YOU Little Quirk, and YOU, Lisa Who Happens to be my Sister) and bought books and asked great questions and made for a totally insane, wonderful night. Special thanks to Jess (aka Daughter #2) and Ryan for putting up with the whole affair when they could have been out on a romantic date.
So – Saturday night was late and busy. Sunday morning came way too early. At 4:30 in the am. Ouch. We drove down to PA to see first, Mer (Daughter #3), then Stef (Daughter #1) and their various boyfriends and companions and pets. Yesterday, we drove home. Today, I answered some email, though there are many, many notes that are starting to mutter at me because I’ve not yet answered them.
And tomorrow? I’m flying to lovely Madison, WI to speak at the Cooperative Children’s Book Center about my experiences with censorship. I’ll be back in a couple of days. (Only 6 more trips this spring and then I get to burn the suitcase – wa-hoo!) And really, I promise, I will post the last pictures of the Poland trip.
Oh, one more thing. My mom’s bathing suit? Very hot. Smoking hot. She brought the temperature of the physical therapy pool up ten degrees when she stepped out of the locker room in it.
Oh, one more thing. (Really.) My dad turns 80 on Thursday. If you know him, give him a call and give him a very hard time. He is old and tough and he likes things like that.
In my last post I mentioned that I was catching up on sleep and getting ready to face the world again. I lied. I am still beat. All week I have been draping myself over furniture and snoring. I made it to the gym a couple times, I weeded, I stared at the pile of work on my desk. Then I put my head on the desk and slept some more.
This is somehow connected to the introvert-extrovert author conundrum. I think most authors are introverts, or at the very least, their introvert-self is strong and healthy. If you are going to sit alone for thousands of hours and make up stories, it helps to be one of the silent, interior types. I used to be a total introvert and I liked it that way. Over the years and after hundreds of speeches and school visits and conferences, my extrovert-self has bloomed. So now I actually like to be around people…. some of the time. And I love traveling, mostly.
But I think that my warp core is still programmed for introvert settings and that being around bazillions of new people, say…, going on book tour and then overseas, drains me more than it would a lot of other people. Hence, the constant napping and brain fog I am living in. I still have a bunch more extroverted things to do in the next two months, but I will be able to balance them with quiet time here at home, so I am thinking that all systems will be back online by July and I will be able to move on more than impulse power by then.
OK, enough navel gazing.
First: the contest results. I declare two winners:
(edited to add) I am an idiot. See the comments for how I messed up the contest. I will try to fix this in a few days. ::headdeskthunk::
Thanks to everyone for participating. Do you think we should make this an annual contest?
I am anxiously waiting for The Golden Compass movie. I LOVE the Pullman books. Have you been to the movie site yet? My Daemon is a gibbon named Philon because the magicians in charge of the site determined that I was “modest, solitary, shy, dependable, and assertive.” What’s yours?
What else? Many thanks to Laura Ryan of the Post Standard for the great article about TWISTED (and me) that ran in the paper on Sunday. And because Laura maintains ShelfLife, one of the best book blogs around, she was able to put the outtakes of the interview on that. Quite nice. Thanks, Laura!
Now I have to fetch my mom, the crazy-wild woman, and take her bathing suit shopping. This ought to be interesting.
Oh, wait – before I go – please come to the River’s End Bookstore in Oswego at 6pm on Saturday night for my book signing. There will be a band and probably food and lots of nice people. If I get tired and fall asleep, you can put funny things on my head and take pictures. It will be great.
More pictures from Poland tomorrow, I promise.