22 Oct 2009

Phillip Hoose

Phillip Hoose is a nonfiction author of eight books for children and adults. He lived in Indiana, has a degree in Forestry and Environmental Science from Yale, is a founding member of the Children’s Music Network, and now lives in Portland, Maine. He just got married and bought a house with a view of the Atlantic. He is also National Book Award nominee for 2009- his second time being honored.

Mr. Hoose spoke to my class yesterday, after we’d read all of his books, and it was really great to chat with him about his books, about writing, and about what it’s like to be a career writer in such a rapidly changing world. His editor also joined our conversation.

Some things I learned:

  • Although a sensational story might seem like an easy path toward a successful book, topics such as racial injustice and other “finger-pointing” stories are shyed away from in the publishing world. This was the case with his book Necessities, which was a commercial failure, but an AWESOME, saddening book about racial issues in sports.
  • Mr. Hoose chooses his books based on the story he can tell – it has to be personally compelling, important to children, and fairly untold. For his latest title, he learned about Claudette Colvin and was immediately interested in her story – she was a teenager when she refused to give up her seat on a Montgomery bus, was sent to jail, and later testified in the seminal Supreme Court case, Browder vs. Gayle. But she’s not a hero. In fact, nobody had heard of her. According to history, Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat, not Claudette Colvin. Hoose was interested in the woman’s bravery as a teenager and how her story was lost over the years, from her point of view.
  • The tenets of writing great nonfiction is the same as writing great fiction, in Mr. Hoose’s eyes. Strong characters, interesting problems, and important relationships. His editor agreed. When asked if, when researching stories for his history text, We Were There, Too!, he chose some stories over others, he answered, “I am only interested in narrative tension.”
  • His writing process starts a little like this: What is my thesis and what kind of stories and format can sell this thesis? His first book, Hoosiers, started off dry and journalistic, but when he decided to tell his story in stories, anecdotes, and narratives instead of essays, he managed to convince even some of our sports-hating classmates that yes, Indiana basketball is crazy and amazing.
  • He emphasized writing about topics you are passionate about, but from our discussion, I interpreted this comment a little differently than you might think. I don’t think you – or Mr. Hoose – should write only about things you love in your life. I don’t need to write a book about baking or reading or Arrested Development or whatever. It seems that Mr. Hoose chose a topic that touched his life in some way, and sometimes the research inspired the passion. Or sometimes, the passion lies in the book’s larger implications in the world – he admitted that We Were There, Too! was a very difficult book to write but he was passionate about providing a historical narrative for young people in society, which is why he wrote it. You can be passionate about a person’s story, passionate about conservation, or just passionate about opening discourse on a certain topic. Yes, you need passion, but it need not be something you are ALREADY passionate about.
  • It’s hard to get ahead writing nonfiction for children. All of chidren’s literature is very award-driven. If only 10 or so books can be awarded any large honor in a year, hundreds of other books then go under the radar. And nonfiction is even worse. At the National Book Award ceremony in 2001, Hoose said he met his nominators and they acted as if nominating his book was a very bold move on their part. His reaction? It was a great book, whether or not they were ‘bold’ enough to nominate it, and why didn’t it stand a chance of winning.
  • His most commercially successful book is his only picture book, Hey, Little Ant!. He wrote it in an hour with his nine-year-old daughter, Hannah, and it has sold over a million copies.

Mr. Hoose is remarkably grounded and humble for his recent success, but not afraid to challenge the book-world, discussing how it sometimes fails many authors. He is anti-Kindle. He is a mix of creative and business-saavy that is probably a marker of a successful author. Even though we imagine authors as dreamy and devoted, offering pithy sentiments about stories and characters and blah-blah-blah. He wasn’t like that at all. He didn’t have answers to some of our questions, because he’s too busy writing and researching to sit around and analyze his own work.

Phillip Hoose’s website

It’s Our World, Too is a collection of true-life child activists, both from history and today. It also includes a handbook for how young people can start a revolution social change themselves.

We Were There, Too! is almost an alternative history text, covering Christopher Columbus all the way to the present, featuring so many interesting stories about kids. It was spurred by a girl telling Hoose that she felt like she wouldn’t even be a person until she turned 20, or so, because anything she did would never be in a history book. This is almost a reference text, and would be a great gift for a brainy elementary schooler who is a budding history buff – or just one you’d like to persuade into becoming a history buff. This was a National Book Award nominee and featured a blurb from Studs Terkel.

The Race to Save the Lord God Bird is a book about extinction – in particular, the extinction of the Ivory-Billed Woodpecker. The book follows the bird’s history back to our nation’s start, and slowly unfolds the various ways that humans revered and abused the bird to its probable extinction. Really good book, even for those not interested in birds or conservation. A Boston Globe – Horn Book Award winner.

Phillip Hoose is the cousin, once removed, of Don Larsen, who pitched a perfect game in the 1956 World Series. Perfect, Once Removed is Hoose’s memoir of his childhood as a baseball addict who was crappy at baseball, an admirer of his distant cousin, and growing up in suburban Indianapolis. Think A Christmas Story, with the humor but not bawdy humor, and if the movie was called A Baseball Story.

Claudette Colvin: Twice Toward Justice is a biography of an unsung civil rights hero – a teenage girl who was thrown in jail for refusing to give up her bus seat, but who fell out of history books all together. Although civil rights books have been done and done again, this book gives a fresh perspective by including actual commentary by Colvin herself, presenting her teenage-girl perspective, and really showing both sides of Jim Crow in a way that gives the civil rights leaders a respect I never saw, even reading more seminal texts on the historical period. A National Book Award Nominee for 2009.

20 Oct 2009

nanowhoknows

I’m unsure if I should try to write a novel next month.

All of my reasons for not writing are complete bs. I don’t have time (well, when will I EVER have time?), I need more time to prepare (well certainly I can make SOME time), I will fail and feel bad about myself (but I won’t fail if I committ myself to success), I am a crappy writer and I shouldn’t even try (this may be true but is not particularly productive).

Other excuses cycle up. I will feel some sort of latent Shame for participating, because I haven’t tried to write a book since LAST November (which I never completed) and haven’t completed one since the November before that. I am, therefore, an impostor writer who only writes books when it’s November and should give up the dream already. It’s just not working out. And the implied “You Are Not a Serious Writer Because Serious Writing Takes More Than 30 Days” is lurking around.

I do hear positive notes whispering in my ear. NaNoWriMo is FUN. It is Productive. It is Possible, Useful, and Better Than The Alternative (which is to not write a book in November)

I guess I want to.

There is a large possibility that this will be a painful, painful experience. I do have priorities that NaNo Can. Not. Supercede. I have a few thousand pages to read, a handful of papers to write, and I’m getting my 8 hours of sleep every night so help me God.

I’m flying on false confidence here. Yes, I’m having a few easy weeks. Yes, I am ahead in my reading. Yes, I rocked my 90 minute group presentation on Marxism and I came home to a 3.6 on my Archetypal paper (A 3.6! I’m not getting worse! My stingy-with-praise professor even used the word “excellent” to describe something within it!). I woke up yesterday with a chest-cold thing and felt like crap all day but I made it. I didn’t lose consciousness in front of my classmates and I came home to some shrimp scampi cooked up by my one and only.

So I’m feeling like the impossible could be within reach.

Maybe.

08 Sep 2009

Liar by Justine Larbalestier

Okay, this book messed with my head. I thought I had it figured out, had Micah, the narrator, figured out. And then on page 200 or so, I really did not, and just lost more and more of my grasp on this book’s reality as the pages flew by. And yes, they flew. I should have known with a story told my an admitted compulsive liar… IN A BOOK ENTITLED LIAR! But no, this book was too smart for even me.

I do NOT want to tell you much about this, so I will reccomend you pick up this book if:

– It’s been awhile since someone REALLY screwed with your mind

– You’re into a little grit: dirty, NYC streets, whodunitmurdermystery grit

– You liked Twilight but not in a 13-year-old-girl oooohI’minLovewithEdwardCullengoshILoveRomance kind of way, but just… a different kind off way. I can’t explain it.

– Unreliable narrators turn your crank

– You have a day or two at your disposal to carry a book around with you and read at traffic lights and bus stops and while you sit in the car in the rain and wait for AAA to come jump your car. Again.

This book knocked my socks off.

Justine Larbalestier online {fun fact that everyone knows: she’s married to Scott Westerfeld of Pretties&Uglies&Specials fame} | Buy it on Amazon

P.S. Some more stuff everyone knows: This book’s cover has caused a big fat hubbub. The original cover (the one on my ARC) had a girl who looked kind of Asian, or white, with long straight hair. Micah is definitely African American, so everyone was like “Oh, no! Racism!” and then they got a new cover! And I’m not sure what I think about that. It’s upsetting that you can’t put a black young lady on the cover of a book if you want it to appeal to those who aren’t black, but it might be true, so maybe the false cover would have done the greater good of putting a book about a black young lady in the hands of those who aren’t black? However, why didn’t they just take the bitchin’ Australian cover instead?

Maybe I’m culturally biased. I did just have some tasty Australian-style yogurt this morning.

18 Aug 2009

the boston chronicles

I. Peeping Tom

My apartment has five windows, which provide excellent lighting, and an even better view. Sure if I had a front apartment, I could be looking out over Olmstead Park and hear the whizzing of cars flying down the road. But I like the courtyard just fine.

I can see bits of other people’s homes. Windowsill plants galore! Can I knock on your door and take a peek at the rest?

And every morning, at about 10 o’clock, someone turns their TV on really, REALLY loud. The acoustics bounce the noise all the way up to my windows and it’s almost like I’m sitting next to them.

And they are always watching The Office.

II. Tureened

Lance arrived in my driveway close to midnight, with a truck filled with his own belongings.

It became quickly evident there wouldn’t be enough room for it all.

So I left my IKEA chair, my books, my espresso machine.

My hair dryer, curling iron, and straightener.

The next day, we began unpacking. I opened an unmarked cardboard box – one *about* the same size as that of my coffee maker – and found this.

The Soup Pot.

Lance’s Soup Pot.

Mind you, we don’t have any friends here with which to share soup. Or a table to serve soup upon. Or a pot big enough to cook this much soup.

One of many minor differences of opinion we will have, I’m sure. Some people just think decorative chicken pots are more useful than caffeine. More important than an English major, Lit Grad Student’s books.

Secret: it’s growing on me. Don’t tell.

III. Lonely Guacamole

Somewhere during a tense trip to the grocery store – you know the ones where you know your spending too much money, but you also know you can’t live without laundry detergent or overpriced paper towels – I picked up an avocado.

It was cheap, as far as those delicious, wrinkly green guys go. But I forgot about him somewhere in between a panic attack and pulling out my debit card.

I would have put him back.

I’d changed my mind.

But there he was, in my speck of a kitchen, waiting to be eaten. Even though I didn’t want to eat him. He was brown. Tired. Mushy. And Lance doesn’t even like avocados that much.

I turned him into poor-man’s guacamole, out of mercy. I squeezed too much lemon, sprinkled too much salt, and carved the brown bits into the giant yellow garbage bag that is still overflowing with a week’s worth of garbage.

IV. What Good Christians Would Do

After a day spent sitting on hardwood floors, our butts decided the couch could no longer wait.

First stop, yard sales. People in Boston move and need to rid their homes of every belonging. We visited the first sale that had a map printed on the flier. It took us to a house-share, occupied by at least 4 twenty-something hipsters, one of whom was leaving Boston to Jack Kerouac it across the US. He showed us a broken-down dresser, and when we cried “futon, futon” he showed us a mattress so unloved and stained and sorry looking that it hurt my heart.

So to Craigslist it was.

Me, disheartened by The Saddest Futon On The Face Of The Earth, browsed the For Sale section. Anyone giving away a futon probably didn’t love it very much. Or love material possessions (and their cleanliness) as much as I. Lance The Eternally Thrifty, checked out the Free listings.

“Look, 75 dollars for a futon AND a chair,” I said.

“Look, a free futon, posted 20 minutes ago!” he said.

He made a few calls. I resigned myself. It was free! We had a pick up truck. Worse comes to worst, we leave it on OUR curb and pretend the whole thing never happened.

An hour later, we rolled up to a Seminary, tucked into the woods of Beverly, MA. A couple met us in the drive of their family housing unit, standing next to the most beautiful futon I’d ever seen.

She was getting her masters in Divinity something or another. They homeschooled their 13-year-old triplets – two of whom had spent the past month sleeping on this mahogany wonder of a couch/bed – and just wanted to get the thing off their hands. He helped load it into the back of the truck, and strategized the best route for tying it down.

The best moment of Boston, by far.

Also see, Worst Moment: getting a wood framed futon up three flights of stairs.

V. What I’ve Been Doing

I’m sure a lot of you are wondering exactly what I’ve been up to for the past week or so, here in this new city. Besides these insignificant anecdotes – a few high moments and then some lows – I don’t really have much to tell as of yet. Because it’s really hard to do ANYTHING when it’s 95 degrees outside, on the third floor, in a non-air conditioned apartment.

This fan is my new best friend.

We’ve been to J.P. Licks 4 days in a row for ice cream, internet, and AC.

I haven’t organized, cleaned, or met up with any past or future friends.

I’ll surely do something more interesting once I stop breaking a sweat walking from the bathroom to the kitchen.

28 Jul 2009

Library Day in the Life – 2009

I read a Library Day In The Life post on Agnostic, Maybe, and instantly thought it was super fun. A few Google searches later, I’m writing my own. Apparently it’s a longstanding tradition (or longstanding in internet-terms) and today is the day to document your library life.

As some of you may recall, I really prefer not to Blog About Work, but I am feeling sentimental since these are my last days at my dearest library, so to heck with it! What are they gonna do? Fire me? Haha… just kidding.

Anyway, in case you too are finding me via Google Search of your own, I am a Youth Services Library Assistant at a popular rural library. That also means we’re on the decline of summer reading madness, so things aren’t too active ’round these parts, but still fun nonetheless. I am about to leave my job to start earning a MLS and an MA in Children’s Lit at Simmons College in Boston, which entails a cross-country move in less than 3 weeks.

8:00-11:30 a.m.

Gradually entered the land of the living. Watched an episode of In Treatment with breakfast, did the dishes, and gathered motivation to go for a run. Being that I rarely exercise outside of the gym (rarely = once every year or two) this was a momentous occasion. Then found myself with a very bad hair problem and no time to fix it. Gave myself this hairstyle I called “I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow and I just have to make it through one day, so y’all can suck it!” Took off for work.

11:30 -12:30 p.m.

Commute! Pomegranate Rockstar (shut up, I’m cutting waaaay back, believe me), Harvesting the Heart, and chatting with the BF.

12:30-3:00 p.m.

Actually on time for my desk shift! Yay! Immediately upon arrival an adorable little boy comes up and asks me how old he has to be to get a library card. I tell him he has to be 5-years-old, and he cracks THE hugest smile and runs up to the Circulation Desk sans his mother. Apparently he’d been waiting for this glorious moment. I made a mental note to suggest we get some “I got my first library card!” stickers to hand out to excited kids.

My boss came over to visit my desk, and told me I looked fancy and she loved my hairstyle. Librarian-chic.

Photo 114

(looked the same 12 hrs ago, I promise)

The rest of the afternoon is spent doing computer sign ups, procuring desk stats sheets for the coming months since ours are all gone, signing off on Summer Reading Sheets – everyone’s finishing up and getting grand prize tickets – did a little blogging (shhh… don’t tell), and quizzing everyone on staff about car insurance. There was also a fun moment when the Info Desk transfered me some irate patron who wanted a stock quote – like I’m more equipped to do that than the info desk? – but either she hung up on me before I could answer or I mis-transfered the call. Both are equally likely.

3:00-4:00 p.m.

Off desk now, which means a retreat to the back of the staff area. I took a fifteen minute break to call Borders, and set up an interview for August 17th! Which means I am really moving to Boston. Holy crap. I had to turn in my “two weeks notice” today, but I wanted to double check my dates with the BF before I did, so I tried to call him periodically. After too much computer-staring and moving related stress, I left the staff area to restock coloring pages, locate pencils, and straighten up the new books.

4:00-4:30

World’s Earliest Lunch. Tried a new sandwich at Schlotsky’s – it was good but holy SPICY MUSTARD. I read Audrey, Wait! which I’d been consciously avoiding for no apparent reason. Found myself struggling not to check it out. Can. Not. Check. Out. Books. Moving. In. Two. Weeks.

4:30-5:35 p.m.

Back to work! Still floundering about that two week’s notice letter. Made a little schedule of my next few weeks to see when things need to be done, when I physically HAVE to leave for Boston to make it to my interview in one piece. Finally got a hold of BF after 5:00 and have a series of misunderstandings, one of which involving what day he needs to be in Boston. Frustrating phone conversation that is unfortunately happening at work. Am late for desk shift, and am needing to move my last day up from Friday to Monday. Egads.

5:35-8:30 p.m.

Retype resignation letter with altered dates. Enter panic mode where I can barely keep my eyes in a straight line for more than a moment. I’M MOVING AND GOING TO GRAD SCHOOL AND HOLY CRAP WHY AM I DOING THIS HOW AM I DOING THIS?!??!? Take breaks to help patrons:

– Attempted to locate misplaced “Keeping Rabbits as Pets” books. Filled out In Stacks, Can’t Find form.

– Put holds on the entire Maximum Ride series for a mom and daughter pair, and found myself unable to gauge whether Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas has any content inappropriate for a 10-11 yr old, even though I’ve read it twice.

– Helped a dad locate a list of dinosaur picture books, emailed from his daughter who’s taking a teaching class at Western. Saw one book on a pile another family had picked out. Asked politely if they might want to choose another Curious George title today? Felt weird that I would feel comfortable doing that.

And then some noisy teenagers came in. They got on my computers without signing up, so I tried to establish A Sense of Rules In The Library right away by confronting them and asking them to visit the desk. Five minutes later, they are reading aloud from their Myspace pages, mentioning things that would be a high PG or PG-13. Mom who surrendered Curious George spoke up before I could decide what to do – asked them to keep their voices down, her children were nearby. They quieted down, but soon the punching and arm slapping began. I paid them another visit. Told them if they wanted to stay, they would have to be quiet, use discretion in their conversation, and keep their hands to themselves. They did a little teenaged boy arguing but I was having none of it. I’ll take it from the kids I see every day, but not some randos off the street. Five minutes later, Boy 1 was kicking Boy 2. I asked Boy 1 to leave, telling him he could come back tomorrow if he was better behaved. He said he probably wouldn’t, because the library is racist. Against loud, slightly disrespectful white boys. I walked him out of the building and his friends came with him.

It struck me that it was highly likely that he would be the last kid I kick out of the library.

Sad.

Anyway, I sat back down at the desk and wrote up my encounter in our departmental “Code of Conduct Wiki.” I threw in the racist line for kicks and giggles.

Things were quiet, so I went back to my stressing out, and brief attempts to brainstorm ideas for the scavenger hunt I needed to invent, create clues for, make clues for, and hide clues for before Thursday at 4:00. Was sadly unable to do so. Will have to throw something simple together Thursday morning before the End of Summer Reading Celebration.

Right before closing had a lengthy conversation with an EXTREMELY precocious 7-year-old. He only comes in once every few months, but is memorable enough to be considered a regular. He quizzed me on every flier and paper I had on my desk, asked why he couldn’t attend the Toddler Literacy program because even though he wasn’t a parent, his baby cousin didn’t know how to read yet so he should go and learn how to teach her, and I taught him how to say good night in Spanish.

Computers off. Toys away. Boss is still here, so tell her about change of dates. Coworker realizes he will be on vacation for much of the next week so this could be our last time together and makes the saddest face imaginable. I show him something funny on the internet – a friend of mine ran into one of our regular patrons at a showing of Ghostbusters in Ann Arbor… or so I’ve ascertained judging by her description of the strange, farting man standing in front of her in line – and then said sayonara for the evening.

8:30-9:15 p.m.

Commute home. All 45 minutes of it spent freaking out on phone to BF. What a lucky, lucky boy.

Sigh. I will miss my job. No libraries are hiring in Boston right now, so I’m doomed to switch over to retail while I study diligently to get the chance to come back to the light!

P.S. If that sounded like The Best Day Ever, and you are in the MI area looking for a swank 32 hr/week position, my job’s done been posted and we are looking for top-notch candidates with library experience 🙂 Drop me a comment, I’ll point you in the right direction.

04 Jun 2009

YA Summer Reading List

I never attended a school that offered a summer reading list.

(That is probably the nerdiest thing to be upset about. Ever.)

So if you’re into young adult lit, here are my summer-y suggestions for you!

(Sorry if it’s a little girly… I couldn’t help myself!)

This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen

If you haven’t met Remy and Dexter yet, now is the perfect time. My all-time favorite Dessen book, takes place over the last summer before college, where everything could stay the same for hard-headed Remy, or everything could change. I love this book.

Dairy Queen by Catherine Gilbert Murdock

This book is everything you need in a good summer read – plucky narrator, unique setting, a tiny bit of romance (not TOO much) and football. This book will surprise you… but in a good way. I’m holding my breath until book #3 comes out in October!

The Key to the Golden Firebird by Maureen Johnson

May, Brooks, and Palmer are three sisters divided by their father’s death. Doesn’t sound like much of a fun, summer read, but I promise you, these three sisters will get under your skin. They are three grieving sisters, yes, but Johnson’s wit keeps things strangely fun, and there are enough hijinks and feel-good moments to lift the gray cloud a little.

Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zevin

Liz is dead. Yet ANOTHER great, fluffy summer read, Jessica! But wait, wait, wait. This isn’t The Lovely Bones, beyond the grave narration. Liz is escorted from our world to the next, an alternate-universe where you age down from where you started, until reaching zero and starting anew in the Real World. As Liz navigates this new landscape, and learns to let go of the world she left behind, this book really is an escape from reality. And what more do we want from a good, summer book than that?

An Abundance of Katherines by John Green

What’s more summer-y than a road trip with your best friend? Colin Singleton is an 18-year-old child prodigy who can’t keep a girlfriend – all of whom have been named Katherine – and when Katherine XIX dumps him after graduation, he has nothing left to do than hit the road with his hilarious best friend, Hassan. The two boys end up in Gutshot, Tennessee, where they go on all sorts of goofy adventures (interviewing crotchety old factory workers, pig hunting, exploring creepy caves) while Colin tries to form a mathematical equation that can predict how long relationships will last before they even begin. It’s 2 parts silly, 1 part serious, and 3 parts hot-sticky-summer-hilarious-fun.

Gingerbread by Rachel Cohn

San Francisco isn’t the warm and sultry California-Dreamin’ city that exudes summer, but Cyd Charisse’s life does exude Vacation. She’s been kicked out of her boarding school, for one, and her new boyfriend, Shrimp, is a diligent surfer, and her romantic, adventurous attitude makes her whole life seem like something entirely out of the ordinary. A treat. I preferred this book on audio.

The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants by Ann Brashares

What book list would be complete without this series? I don’t need to summarize the plot – four friends, one pair of pants, yadda-yadda-yadda – but I will say if you haven’t read the series, think they are too cutesy or commerical, definitely give them a shot. They have a surprising amount of depth, and the settings are the epitome of summer. This book will take you to North Carolina, to Baja California Summer Camp, to a wretched summer job, and beautiful Greece. Best accompanied by the movie versions, imho.

Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging by Louise Rennison

I double-dare you to read this book and not laugh really loudly in an embarrassing place. Which is why the beach is a great place for this book. The sound of crashing waves will cover them up nicely. This is not a book of particular substance, but of utmost hilarity, and amusing British slang. To this day, I occasionally announce that I have to visit The Piddly-Diddly department when I have to… well… you know.

Anyone have any suggestions for my summer reading list? When I’m not to busy re-reading those guys, that is 🙂

14 May 2009

in my mailbox today

I am going to the Simmons College.

I will be attending the Graduate School of Library and Information Science.

I am enrolling in the Dual Degree Program – I will earn a Masters in Library Science and a Masters of Arts in Children’s Literature.

I will be leaving Michigan in August.

I will be moving to Boston.

I AM MOVING ACROSS THE COUNTRY INTO MY OWN APARTMENT AND STARTING GRADUATE SCHOOL IN LESS THAN FOUR MONTHS.

I am excited.

I am scared shitless.
21 Apr 2009

me & jessica d

The year is 2001. I am a newly minted high school junior. I have a driver’s liscence and a car. I have two inseparable best friends. I have just quit my oppressive library shelving job as well as the tennis team. After seeing a book cover in a few magazines of choice – I am REALLY into magazines – I hunt it down and read it.

And am face to face with myself.

Jessica Darling lives in rural New Jersey.

I lived in rural New Jersey for thirteen years!

Jessica Darling is positively DISTRAUGHT when her best friend moves and leaves her, connected by letters.

I was left by my best friend, and we corresponded for years.

Jessica Darling is sarcastic, witty, and such a cynic.

I am sarcastic, occasionally witty, and despite my best efforts, remain a cynic!!

Jessica Darling is a Brain in a school full of idiots.

I am going to graduate valedictorian, and have been referred to by more than one classmate as That Smart Girl!!!!

Jessica Darling’s middle name is Lynn.

SO IS MINE!!asdkrjek!!!!!


Sloppy Firsts is about Jessica Darling, a high school sophomore whose best friend, Hope, has moved to the Midwest after her brother dies of a heroin overdose. Jessica is left alone, friendless except for a crew of bubbly, backstabbing cheerleaders and Scotty, her two-week-8th-grade boyfriend who still holds a candle. Her parents wish she was more like her older – and more vapid – sister, she hates the track team but runs every night to fend off insomnia, and she’s so stressed her period has left the building. Only a strange relationship with the class druggie/man-whore – and best friend to Hope’s deceased brother – soothes her nerves, while simultaneously threatening any life-balance Jessica has left.

I fell in love with the book hard and fast. I had my own copy by Christmas. I could tell you the publication date for the second book. When I stumbled across Megan McCafferty’s professional bio on her website, I was stunned to find a snippet from my own, imagined CV: a high achieving student, working as a magazine editor and writer for YM ( I think), Cosmo, until she decided to write crossover books for teens and adults.

So I did what any fan-girl at the cusp of the Internet-era would do: I sent her an email expressing my admiration for her work, my uncanny similarities to her book’s heroine, and asking her career advice.

I was stunned when I got a personal response. The author of my Newfound Favorite Book wrote ME an email! She gave me sound career advice that I did not take (go to New York to get into publishing, or whatever city will support your job choice – much more important than your particular major), and although I am GLAD I did not pursue my high school career fantasies of Being Megan McCafferty, I still remember that email fondly.

Fast forward to the summer of 2003. Jessica (me, not Darling), is about to graduate. She has one less best friend, a long distance boyfriend, a college scholarship, a minor part in her school musical and enough stress to sink a few ships. Instead of waiting for the library to stock the sequel, Jessica drives herself to the bookstore and secures her very own copy of Second Helpings, and digs right in.

Second Helpings: Having determined that her ill-fated “relationship” with Marcus was a Huge Effing Mistake, Jessica Darling hopes to spend the rest of her life avoiding him – starting with a summer writing program and ending when he fails to show up to the first day of Senior Year. Instead, Jessica struggles to make her college choice – go with her parent’s wishes to keep her out of a post 9-11 NYC or sneak into Columbia? But when Marcus returns just in time to make friends with her new boyfriend, she can’t avoid Marcus – or her feelings – any more.

One thing I love about this series is the intentional throw-back feel of the narrative. Ms. McCafferty has stated that she wanted to write a book that felt like a John Hughes movie, and guess what? This girl likes John Hughes movies. The ending of Second Helpings is just as magical as any 80’s classic in a way that is so-romantic, it can only be found in teenage life.

There was a long haul between books 2 and 3, but worth the wait. Jessica was finishing her final week of her third collegiate year, hanging on by the slightest of threads. There were two concerts to perform at. There were papers to stay up all night writing. There were exams to kill her off. She would be leaving for a weeklong writing course on an island in the middle of Lake Michigan. And there was a boyfriend she had broken up with, but hadn’t left behind. Somewhere in there was the release date for Charmed Thirds. Shortly before this whole debacle, Jessica and her soon-to-be-estranged boyfriend went to her local independent bookseller to procure a copy, only to find out they’d never heard of the series and of course had not purchased any copies.

Uhhhhh……

So exams happened. She made it until Thursday afternoon, where she sat at her desk at work and made plans for the evening – it was a gorgeous day, and she was DONE! There would be drinking, she thought. She would be going out to the bar for one last night with her ex-boyfriend and some mutual friends. He was not returning to school the next year. Of course she would go out with him.

She emailed him about the plans, and he showed up fifteen minutes before the end of her shift.

“Wanna go to Midland?” he said.

“What for?” she asked.

“So you can go to Barnes and Noble and get that book you wanted.”

Well that’s certainly one way to a girl’s heart.

It was all a charming ploy to get back into her good graces, she realized later, as he suggested they also take in a matinee showing of Stick It, but it worked. She had her book. She read it mostly while on Beaver Island, when she wasn’t busy mulling over her boyfriend dilemmas, writing short-short stories about lighthouses, or napping with her forehead up against a van’s window. When she went back for a re-read, long after reuniting with the boy, she counted 5 dead gnats squished upon the pages.

Charmed Thirds is probably my favorite volume of Jessica Darling’s life. Marking a departure from the usual format – Jessica only writes during her school-breaks – as well as the familiar high school landscape, this is a book about growing up and finding your own way. Her collegiate adventures are varied – an internship that seemed perfect but turns out to turn her stomach, how to be a long-distance girlfriend to someone who doesn’t have a history of keeping it in his pants, and how to find friends and security in a city that would rather you have neither? Can you come out of college ahead, even if you’ve lost everything you thought you wanted?

The last chapter of this book brought me to tears. Granted, I was going through a similar College Relationship Struggle, but when I read it again, when the waters had cleared somewhat, I cried again.

August 2007. Jessica is a newly minted college graduate, and has just found a Real World Job (albeit part time). Things with her boyfriend are getting rocky again – oh, the differences between a Type-A-Female-College-Grad and a Free-Wheeling-Male-Still-In-College – and she is more than ready to sit down with her literary friend, Jessica Darling, for a reunion.

In Fourth Comings, Jessica is living The Life – she’s working (albeit struggling to pay rent) in The City, living with her best friend, Hope, and Marcus is back in the same time zone. But maybe their relationship isn’t quite in synch – when Marcus proposes, Jessica finds herself at a loss. Can she be a wife when her life feels so far from Settled Down? Shouldn’t she be jumping for joy at this point? Can her life in the city slow down enough to be committed to a 20-something who’s just NOW starting college?

Needless to say, I was feeling JD’s pain. But was so happy to find out that even though Ms. McCafferty threatened every book to be the last – and it seemed that she wrote books 3 AND 4 with this in mind – there would be a fifth.

Which brings us to the present. Not much has changed for Jessica-Me in the past year and a half, including my desire to run out and buy The Next Jessica Darling book on Day One. Jessica has finally surpassed me in age and experience. I have been the high school brainiac. I have felt far from my friend even when I am near them. I have been the long distance girlfriend, the confused collegiate, the surly friend.

Perfect Fifths: After a long separation, Jessica and Marcus are reunited in the most inopportune way – Jessica is late for a plane, Marcus is on his way home, and neither of them have spoken or seen each other for ages. They are far from the teenagers they were when they met, but the anxiety upon meeting brings it all rolling back, to both of them.

This book was Out There in terms of format – Third Person?? Inside Marcus Flutie’s head??!!??? Haikus???!!

But I loved it.

I didn’t think I would love knowing Marcus from the inside out. But I loved it.

I didn’t think I was much of a Jessica-Marcus fangirl. Maybe my descriptions haven’t made it clear, but these books are about A LOT more than just Jessica and Marcus and their tangled relationship. It’s about Jessica and her parents and how they fight to communicate and understand one another. It’s about how even Hope, her best friend, can surprise and sadden her. It’s about how the girl you never thought you would really like – Bridget, the pretty, popular one – is really a complex human being and it’s YOUR fault for not adequately realizing her. It’s about what happens to all of Jessica’s high school friends. It’s about Jessica’s sister, the ditzy, blonde Bethany. It’s about Len Levy, the nerd turned Jessica’s first real boyfriend turned spurned lover. It’s about how your whole life unravels in front of you, and only makes sense looking back. And did I mention THEY ARE LAUGH OUT LOUD HILARIOUS!??

It’s not just about Jessica and Marcus and OhMyGodWillTheyGetTogether?!?

But I didn’t realize how much I’d invested in the two of them until Perfect Fifths.

I didn’t know how cool it would be to see my name in the Acknowledgments section in the back of the book either 😛

I’m sad that there will never be another Jessica Darling book, but I’m happy I got to see her on into adulthood. I’m happy that, unlike me who is still stuck between Book Four Jessica and Book Five Jessica, our heroine finally found a place for herself in the world. I’m happy I’m free to read and reread and reread until I get cataracts and can’t see.

This series will always be one I emulate, one I aspire to, and one I hold near and dear.

Thanks, Megan. It’s been a fun ride.

Megan McCafferty Online | Retroblog | Indiebound Link


15 Apr 2009

A Homemade Life by Molly Wizenberg

This book is part of the fairly new phenomenon of Bloggers Writing Books. I’ve long been an advocate of Blogs By Book Writers (meaning they wrote the books first) I’m not sure how I feel about this new clashing of media. I read Gluten-Free Girl by Shauna James-Ahern because I liked her blog, particularly, this story. The book I found good, but not transcendent. A very foodie book, which is probably transcendent for those who suffer from Celiac Disease, but despite my interest in food, I am not interested in the differences between Amaranth flour and Rice flour, nor will I go into debt over a bottle of olive oil. THAT BEING SAID, I did finish Gluten-Free Girl in less than a day – very engaging, well-written, and interesting – even to a non-foodie, non-gluten-free girl 🙂

Anyway. The point I’m trying to make is, I picked up Gluten-Free Girl because of Shauna’s blog.

But I picked up A Homemade Life because it was chilling on the table at Barnes and Noble, and I brought it home later from the library because I’d heard many-a-good word about it. Only after I read a few chapters, got sucked in, and hid it from myself until vacation did I notice the ornate red text running under the author’s name:

“The creator of Orangette”

I’d never read Orangette before this book, but I have definitely added it to my blog reading list (which recently warranted the creation a Foodie category, btw). This book is a treat. It’s a great example of how blogging can beget good writing – it’s full of personal essays that lead the reader toward a recipe, a recipe that played a role in the author’s life. The recipes aren’t fancy – nothing so strange that you’d need a picture to ease you into eating it. Riffs on home-cooking, mostly. Banana-bread with chocolate chips and candied ginger. Her late father’s potato salad. But really, the recipes were second billing to the stories. Scoops of the author’s life, some amusing, some tragic, some romantic, some fanciful, some heart-wrenchingly sad. It’s a book about food for people who like life more than they like food, really.

Loved every page of it, and handed it directly to my mother. It’s just that kind of book.

Kind of makes me wish every one of my favorite bloggers had a book like this to show off with.

Author’s Blog |Amazon Link

10 Mar 2009

Day #8760

8:30 a.m. Decide that every good girl deserves to get up before 9 a.m.

9:00 a.m. Instead of eating breakfast, why not bake a cake?

Not this cake in particular, but it looks similar, and is hopefully similarly delicious.

9:15 Baking a cake in the morning when it’s rainy out is kind of quiet. Kind of dull. Let’s spice it up with the new episode of Big Love.

Nicki!!! WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH YOU!!??!! They totally need to divorce your ass… but I think I would miss Chloe Sevigny too much. She’s like a grown-up demon child – innocent yet evil.

And thank you THANK YOU LINDSEY WAHOWIAK, you are my dreamboat.

10:00 Cake’s in the oven, breakfast in the stomach, time for a little Wii Fit.

10:30 Oh, shit, gotta get to work early!! DRESS!! PACK!! No time for lunch, will get something on the road!!

10:50 Late, late, late, in line at McDonald’s, talking to Frances on the phone when she was trying to call Matt, realize

I left my wallet at home.

Oh wait, not just my wallet.

MY ENTIRE BAG.


What do I have?

I have my cell phone.

I have my iPod.

I have a glass of water.

And I have a cake.

The bare essentials for a day’s work, if I do say so myself.

P.S. I got into Rutgers! Happy birthday to me, indeed 😀