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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENQno9eSp7ImA9WxBbFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710</id><updated>2010-03-14T21:31:33.461-04:00</updated><title>The Brain Lair</title><subtitle type="html">Reader. Librarian. YA/MG Reviewer. Coffee Drinker. Mom.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>334</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BrainLair" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="brainlair" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQMSXc5fip7ImA9WxBbFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-6242686515318969884</id><published>2010-03-14T16:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T19:13:08.926-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-14T19:13:08.926-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sunday Salon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MG" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Battle of the Books" /><title>Sunday Salon - Battle of the Kid's Books - My Picks</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4vhQGjmStI/AAAAAAAABrI/WWU4kb6pmbk/s144/Commanderlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 144px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4vhQGjmStI/AAAAAAAABrI/WWU4kb6pmbk/s144/Commanderlogo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S51TD0hxTnI/AAAAAAAAB54/Qqn7VfRSkOw/s1600-h/sundaysalonbadge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 64px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S51TD0hxTnI/AAAAAAAAB54/Qqn7VfRSkOw/s200/sundaysalonbadge.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448602449293168242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week kicks off &lt;a href="http://sljbattleofthebooks.com/"&gt;School Library Journal's Battle of the Kids' Books&lt;/a&gt;.  Here are my first round picks and the reasons, so to speak, why I made these choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Charles and Emma vs. Claudette Colvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know Claudette already won an award but I have to hand her this match, too.  Although both books introduced me to new information in different ways, I was more than captivated by the story of Claudette.  Having Claudette's version of events interspersed with the history we all "know" gave it the extra edge.  It made the history seem more present. So for this round, I choose Claudette Colvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;2.  The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate vs. Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the opportunity to Skype with Jacqueline Kelly and she answered quite a few questions for us, the most important being why the name Calpurnia.  My predictions were wrong and it wasn't based on To Kill a Mockingbird.  Of course this in no way turned me off to Calpurnia, I was an immediate lover of Fire and it still holds a place in my heart.  Fire had romance and war and beauty and power.  It was better than Graceling.  Fire is my book of choice for this match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3. The Frog Scientist vs. The Last Olympian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is a no-brainer: The Last Olympian.  Cuz, I didn't read The Frog Scientist.  I loved the action and adventure in TLO and thought it a fitting end to the series.  I remember moving my name up on the hold list, er..I mean...um, never mind.  I really loved it.  That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Lips Touch Three Times vs. The Lost Conspiracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I only read one of these books but, in this case, I didn't like it.  So, Lips Touch wins this round.  The Lost Conspiracy started out strong but quickly became tedious and predictable.  I couldn't wait for it to end.  My student reader felt the same way.  Lips Touch to Round 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5. Marcelo in the Real World vs. Marching for Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo wins hands down.  I didn't read Marching for Freedom.  Now, I enjoyed Marcelo but I didn't think it deserved all the pub it got.  I thought it was predictable and the part with the secretary unnecessary.  Anything But Typical was a much better book.  Still, Marcelo wins this particular match-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Peace, Locomotion vs. A Season of Gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Season of Gifts had it's moments.  Some scenes were described so vividly I could see them, especially the young girl with the apron who was like Grandma Dowdel and when the boy was being bullied.  Other than that I thought it was pretty out of touch.  I also thought Locomotion was a far better book than Peace.  I thought the emotions were more present in Locomotion and the writing more beautiful.  That said, Peace wins the match because it was better than Season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;7. Sweethearts of Rhythm vs. The Storm in the Barn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, this one is tough.  I haven't read either book in this match-up.  This will not stop me from choosing.  The Storm is my choice because it's so pretty.  I have this one at school and the drawings were amazing.  It advances in my poll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;8. Tales from Outer Suburbia vs. When You Reach Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm back.  I just finished reading TFOS.  On the one hand, this book should be against The Storm in the Barn, since it's a graphic novel, or Lips Touch, since it's short stories.  It's a beautiful book.  Shaun Tan is an amazing illustrationist, er illustrationer, er illustrator.  I mean the detail is amazing.  The table of contents consists of small stamps with page numbers instead of prices and a small picture representing the story.  The stories are simple on the service but as you read, you fall deeper into them.  I loved Distant Rain, the story of unread poems. Words gathering in secret places and coming together only to be separated by storms and put together in new ways to be discovered by others.  Beautiful.  And Stick Figures: Who are You, WhyAre You Here, What Do You Want? These questions surround a brutality only seen on the school yard.  Haunting. I loved this book.  I want to own it.  I like to look at it.  I like re-reading it. Ah-May-Zing (did I use that word enough?).  On the other hand, I have been an evangelist for When You Reach Me since I read it this past summer.  I mean, seriously, I carried it around standing on corners (in the library) pointing at people and quoting lines from it.  I called it for the Newbery without hesitation and everything else I read paled in comparison.  I forced teachers and students and my own child to read it.  None of them loved it like me.  Crazies. This one is truly hard to call.  But, despite everything, I have to give it to Tales.  I have to.  It's the better kid's book.  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was tough.  So, here are the books that I will send to the second round:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claudette Colvin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Last Olympian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lips Touch Three Times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marcelo in the Real World&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peace, Locomotion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Storm in the Barn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tales from Outer Suburbia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'll be watching The Battle closely to see what the judges say.  I'll pick my second round winners next week.  I've gotta go read Lips Touch and Storm...&lt;br /&gt;While you are waiting, check out the &lt;a href="http://sljbattleofthebooks.com/2010/03/12/this-weeks-peanut-gallery-2/"&gt;Peanut Gallery&lt;/a&gt; and, if you read this before midnight, go vote in the &lt;a href="http://www.zoomerang.com/Survey/WEB22A87ZLTGZD"&gt;Undead&lt;/a&gt; round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-6242686515318969884?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/6242686515318969884/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/sunday-salon-battle-of-kids-books-my.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/6242686515318969884?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/6242686515318969884?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/sunday-salon-battle-of-kids-books-my.html" title="Sunday Salon - Battle of the Kid's Books - My Picks" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S51TD0hxTnI/AAAAAAAAB54/Qqn7VfRSkOw/s72-c/sundaysalonbadge.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ERXw6eCp7ImA9WxBbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-7047309113526401979</id><published>2010-03-12T19:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:08:24.210-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T19:08:24.210-05:00</app:edited><title>Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rXdKme12I/AAAAAAAAB4Y/_Ly5_ACWlJk/s1600-h/willgray7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="willgray" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 5px; border-right-width: 0px" height="246" alt="willgray" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rXd-NFFPI/AAAAAAAAB4c/XhWnPdLifbA/willgray_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will Grayson, Will Grayson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;John Green and David Levithan&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dutton Children’s Books&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;April 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;304 pgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One cold night, in a most unlikely corner of Chicago, two teens—both named Will Grayson—are about to cross paths. As their worlds collide and intertwine, the Will Graysons find their lives going in new and unexpected directions, building toward romantic turns-of-heart and the epic production of history’s most fabulous high school musical.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-7047309113526401979?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/7047309113526401979/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/will-grayson-will-grayson-by-john-green.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/7047309113526401979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/7047309113526401979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/will-grayson-will-grayson-by-john-green.html" title="Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMMR3g_fip7ImA9WxBbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-7370601092793148877</id><published>2010-03-12T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:01:26.646-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T19:01:26.646-05:00</app:edited><title>Woods Runner by Gary Paulsen</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rV09X2mEI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0mImCgi6qG8/s1600-h/woods%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="woods" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="231" alt="woods" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rV1QEUYvI/AAAAAAAAB4U/CaqvJ8DwUN4/woods_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Woods Runner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gary Paulsen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wendy Lamb Books&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;January 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;164 pgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From his 1776 Pennsylvania homestead, thirteen-year-old Samuel, who is a highly-skilled woodsman, sets out toward New York City to rescue his parents from the band of British soldiers and Indians who kidnapped them after slaughtering most of their community. Includes historical notes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-7370601092793148877?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/7370601092793148877/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/woods-runner-by-gary-paulsen.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/7370601092793148877?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/7370601092793148877?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/woods-runner-by-gary-paulsen.html" title="Woods Runner by Gary Paulsen" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUHR3o-eip7ImA9WxBbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-5516639265973511841</id><published>2010-03-12T18:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:57:16.452-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T18:57:16.452-05:00</app:edited><title>Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rU2SuBr6I/AAAAAAAAB4I/CdodxRIfAl8/s1600-h/somegirls%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="somegirls" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="230" alt="somegirls" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rU2ylDRGI/AAAAAAAAB4M/zzx3g-ae0Cc/somegirls_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some Girls Are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Courtney Summers&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;St. Martin’s Press&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;January 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;245 pgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Regina, a high school senior in the popular--and feared--crowd, suddenly falls out of favor and becomes the object of the same sort of vicious bullying that she used to inflict on others, until she finds solace with one of her former victims.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-5516639265973511841?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/5516639265973511841/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/some-girls-are-by-courtney-summers.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/5516639265973511841?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/5516639265973511841?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/some-girls-are-by-courtney-summers.html" title="Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHRXw5eCp7ImA9WxBbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-4775761888485193900</id><published>2010-03-12T18:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:53:54.220-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T18:53:54.220-05:00</app:edited><title>Bullet Point by Peter Abrahams</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rUD9v4HWI/AAAAAAAAB4A/3fBwFIom7NA/s1600-h/bulletpoint%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="bulletpoint" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="249" alt="bulletpoint" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rUEXcUl-I/AAAAAAAAB4E/1FRUfF3P9q0/bulletpoint_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bullet Point&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peter Abrahams&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HarperTeen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;April 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;304 pgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wyatt never really thought much about his dad—a hardened criminal, a lifer in a prison somewhere on the other side of the state. But then the economy had to go and tank, and the community had to go and cut the baseball program from Wyatt's high school. And then the coach had to go and show Wyatt a photograph of his dad at sixteen, looking very much like Wyatt himself. Through a series of unfortunate—or perhaps they were fortunate—events, Wyatt meets a crazy-hot girl named Greer with a criminal dad of her own. A criminal dad who is, in fact, in jail with Wyatt's own criminal dad. Greer arranges a meeting, and Wyatt's dad is nothing like the guy he's imagined—he's suave, and smart, and funny, and cool, and—Wyatt's pretty sure—innocent. So Wyatt decides to help him out. A decision that may possibly be the worst he's ever made in his life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-4775761888485193900?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/4775761888485193900/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/bullet-point-by-peter-abrahams.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/4775761888485193900?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/4775761888485193900?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/bullet-point-by-peter-abrahams.html" title="Bullet Point by Peter Abrahams" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8EQ30-eyp7ImA9WxBbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-8555890088956995951</id><published>2010-03-12T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:50:02.353-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T18:50:02.353-05:00</app:edited><title>Ostrich Boys by Keith Gray</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rTJ719y6I/AAAAAAAAB34/dP5vxUL9vqk/s1600-h/ostrich%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="ostrich" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="235" alt="ostrich" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rTKfSv1_I/AAAAAAAAB38/Mt4sNk0J--o/ostrich_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ostrich Boys (Definitions)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Keith Gray&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Random House&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;March 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;304 pgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ross is dead, and Blake, Sim, and Kenny are furious. To make it right, they steal Ross’s ashes and set out from their home on the English coast for the tiny village of Ross in southern Scotland, a place their friend had always wanted to go. What follows is an unforgettable journey with illegal train rides, bungee jumping, girls, and high-speed police chases—all with Ross’s ashes along for the ride. As events spin wildly out of control, the three friends must take their heads out of the sand long enough to answer the question: What really happened to Ross?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-8555890088956995951?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/8555890088956995951/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/ostrich-boys-by-keith-gray.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/8555890088956995951?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/8555890088956995951?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/ostrich-boys-by-keith-gray.html" title="Ostrich Boys by Keith Gray" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIAR3c8cSp7ImA9WxBbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-5069851429605012264</id><published>2010-03-12T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:45:46.979-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T18:45:46.979-05:00</app:edited><title>Last Summer of the Death Warriors by Francisco X. Stork</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rSJhaHJ9I/AAAAAAAAB3w/lF-Xp1sSSd4/s1600-h/lastsummer%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="lastsummer" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="216" alt="lastsummer" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5rSKeHFPTI/AAAAAAAAB30/z-vU0RUrIZc/lastsummer_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last Summer of the Death Warriors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Francisco X. Stork&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Arthur A. Levine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;March 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;344 pgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Seventeen-year-old Pancho is bent on avenging the senseless death of his sister, but after he meets D.Q, who is dying of cancer, and Marisol, one of D.Q.'s caregivers, both boys find their lives changed by their interactions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-5069851429605012264?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/5069851429605012264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/last-summer-of-death-warriors-by.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/5069851429605012264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/5069851429605012264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/last-summer-of-death-warriors-by.html" title="Last Summer of the Death Warriors by Francisco X. Stork" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEAQXo4eCp7ImA9WxBbEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-3127809783831533914</id><published>2010-03-10T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:14:00.430-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-10T21:14:00.430-05:00</app:edited><title>Finnikin of the Rock by Melina Marchetta</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RdVNakN1I/AAAAAAAAB2Y/7OuK2wHAl54/s1600-h/finikin%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="finikin" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="213" alt="finikin" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RdVhYNL0I/AAAAAAAAB2c/4kVtcAS_e3c/finikin_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="150" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finnikin of the Rock &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melina Marchetta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Candlewick Press&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;February 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;399 pgs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;font color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Now on the cusp of manhood, Finnikin, who was a child when the royal family of Lumatere was brutally murdered and replaced by an imposter, reluctantly joins forces with an enigmatic young novice and fellow-exile, who claims that her dark dreams will lead them to a surviving royal child and a way to regain the throne of Lumatere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-3127809783831533914?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/3127809783831533914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/finnikin-of-rock-by-melina-marchetta.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/3127809783831533914?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/3127809783831533914?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/finnikin-of-rock-by-melina-marchetta.html" title="Finnikin of the Rock by Melina Marchetta" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8MQXg_eip7ImA9WxBbEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-21834097306653576</id><published>2010-03-10T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:38:00.642-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-10T19:38:00.642-05:00</app:edited><title>Sweet, Hereafter by Angela Johnson</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5WYXO2uCMI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/z7deptKiMhM/s1600-h/sweet%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="sweet" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="220" alt="sweet" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5WYXoZWq1I/AAAAAAAAB3U/eOx5riisiWk/sweet_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="139" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sweet, Hereafter &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angela Johnson&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Simon and Schuster&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;January 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;118 pgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0000ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sweet leaves her family and goes to live in a cabin in the woods with the quiet but understanding Curtis, to whom she feels intensely connected, just as he is called back to serve again in Iraq.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-21834097306653576?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/21834097306653576/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/sweet-hereafter-by-angela-johnson.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/21834097306653576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/21834097306653576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/sweet-hereafter-by-angela-johnson.html" title="Sweet, Hereafter by Angela Johnson" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYGQXw-eip7ImA9WxBbEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-5681463367441443740</id><published>2010-03-09T21:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:12:00.252-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-09T21:12:00.252-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Printz 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="4 copies" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Incarceron" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Catherine Fisher" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fantasy" /><title>Incarceron by Catherine Fisher</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RdBoW0e1I/AAAAAAAAB2Q/RRMI1EYD54A/s1600-h/incarceron5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="incarceron" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" alt="incarceron" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RdCC-37QI/AAAAAAAAB2U/tLlXY2BPXWs/incarceron_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="229" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Incarceron&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Catherine Fisher&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dial Books&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;February 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;442 pg.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To free herself from an upcoming arranged marriage, Claudia, the daughter of the Warden of Incarceron, a futuristic prison with a mind of its own, decides to help a young prisoner escape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incarceron opens with a view of Finn,  another major player in the saga.  Finn is imprisoned but he is sure that he wasn't always inside Incarceron. He has visions of the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story then switches to Claudia. She is Outside, where Protocol rules.  It's been declared that it's been for everyone if we return to a simpler time.  No progress, no electronics, no strife, no hunger...HA! As if!  How can you live and not learn and grow?  Is that really living? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow these two lives are intertwined.  As Finn and Claudia fight their own personal battles they are drawn closer and closer together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved how Catherine Fisher led me to make predictions that didn't turn out quite how I guessed.  So I alternated between slaps on the back and groans of frustration, but I couldn't stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite thing about the book: Attia.  She's my hands down favorite character this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-5681463367441443740?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/5681463367441443740/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/incarceron-by-catherine-fisher.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/5681463367441443740?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/5681463367441443740?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/incarceron-by-catherine-fisher.html" title="Incarceron by Catherine Fisher" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IDSXg4fyp7ImA9WxBbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-5587886039839834977</id><published>2010-03-08T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:32:58.637-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-08T22:32:58.637-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Printz 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="List 1 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ever After Ever" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="realistic" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jordan Sonnenblick" /><title>Ever After Ever by Jordan Sonnenblick</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RdmX6v5EI/AAAAAAAAB2g/ChX4eFs-f1M/s1600-h/ever1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="ever" style="border-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" alt="ever" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RdnIDb68I/AAAAAAAAB2k/MhBHwEZLJHE/ever_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="260" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ever After Ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jordan Sonneblick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Scholastic Press&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;February 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Although Jeff and Tad, encouraged by a new friend, Lindsey, make a deal to help one another overcome aftereffects of their cancer treatments in preparation for eighth-grade graduation, Jeff still craves advice from his older brother Stephen, who is studying drums in Africa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-5587886039839834977?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/5587886039839834977/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/ever-after-ever-by-jordan-sonnenblick.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/5587886039839834977?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/5587886039839834977?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/ever-after-ever-by-jordan-sonnenblick.html" title="Ever After Ever by Jordan Sonnenblick" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BRXk9cCp7ImA9WxBbEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-2325093896588175121</id><published>2010-03-08T19:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:50:54.768-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-08T19:50:54.768-05:00</app:edited><title>The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5WbbPcM2KI/AAAAAAAAB3o/iDCq0T_75m4/s1600-h/skyis%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="skyis" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="247" alt="skyis" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5Wbbgy97SI/AAAAAAAAB3s/mv9Z_aQ3ybE/skyis_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Sky is Everywhere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Jandy Nelson&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dial Books&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;March 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;275 pgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the months after her sister dies, seventeen-year-old Lennie falls into a love triangle and discovers the strength to follow her dream of becoming a musician.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-2325093896588175121?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/2325093896588175121/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/sky-is-everywhere-by-jandy-nelson.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/2325093896588175121?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/2325093896588175121?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/sky-is-everywhere-by-jandy-nelson.html" title="The Sky is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IHQ344eSp7ImA9WxBbEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-692006410402572825</id><published>2010-03-08T19:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:45:32.031-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-08T19:45:32.031-05:00</app:edited><title>Borderline by Allan Stratton</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5WaKaGtYgI/AAAAAAAAB3g/E9RvqDP-QeQ/s1600-h/borderline%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="borderline" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="238" alt="borderline" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5WaK46DMXI/AAAAAAAAB3k/6PnSKzKc3hY/borderline_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Borderline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Allan Stratton&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HarperTeen&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;298 pgs.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Despite the strained relationship between them, teenaged Sami Sabiri risks his life to uncover the truth when his father is implicated in a terrorist plot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-692006410402572825?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/692006410402572825/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/borderline-by-allan-stratton.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/692006410402572825?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/692006410402572825?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/borderline-by-allan-stratton.html" title="Borderline by Allan Stratton" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MNQHk-cSp7ImA9WxBbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-3938057463083301862</id><published>2010-03-08T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:31:31.759-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-08T22:31:31.759-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Printz 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Stephen Emond" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Happyface" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="List 1 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="realistic" /><title>Happyface by Stephen Emond</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5WZkxXKrhI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/o7on-m0UJ6M/s1600-h/happyface%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="happyface" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px;" alt="happyface" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5WZlUscyQI/AAAAAAAAB3c/_MswIVvSW_U/happyface_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" align="left" border="0" height="230" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happyface&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stephen Emond&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Little, Brown&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;March 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0080ff;"&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After going through traumatic times, a troubled, socially awkward teenager moves to a new school where he tries to reinvent himself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-3938057463083301862?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/3938057463083301862/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/happyface-by-stephen-emond.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/3938057463083301862?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/3938057463083301862?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/happyface-by-stephen-emond.html" title="Happyface by Stephen Emond" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEESHs6cCp7ImA9WxBbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-2406390885923729592</id><published>2010-03-07T19:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T20:10:09.518-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-07T20:10:09.518-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Printz 2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sunday Salon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="List 1 2011" /><title>The Sunday Salon - Searching for my Printz - March 7, 2010</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RJD_Pd_jI/AAAAAAAAB14/D5MWgrL-2CU/s1600-h/printzlogoupd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RJD_Pd_jI/AAAAAAAAB14/D5MWgrL-2CU/s400/printzlogoupd.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446058182262521394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RJNF9hjcI/AAAAAAAAB2A/Hxu3puUoGPU/s1600-h/sundaysalonbadge.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 64px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RJNF9hjcI/AAAAAAAAB2A/Hxu3puUoGPU/s200/sundaysalonbadge.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446058338685128130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because I just don't have enough to do, I'm gearing up my search for the next Printz Award! The reason I started this blog was to keep track of my reading so that I could improve my book review skills and hopefully pick the book that would be considered best for teens by the ALA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This first list was chosen in three ways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several starred reviews&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Established author&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gut reaction&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;In no particular order and with links to the local public library:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1863701%7CSsweet+hereafter%7COrightresult%7CX5?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Sweet, Hereafter&lt;/a&gt; by Angela Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1867676%7CSfinnikin+of+the+rock%7COrightresult%7CX5?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Finnikin of the Rock&lt;/a&gt; by Melina Marchetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1863689%7CSincarceron%7COrightresult%7CX5?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Incarceron&lt;/a&gt; by Catherine Fisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/search/C%7CSever++after+ever%7COrightresult%7CU1?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Ever After Ever&lt;/a&gt; by Jordan Sonnenblick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1867674%7CSwill+grayson%7COrightresult%7CX3?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Will Grayson, Will Grayson&lt;/a&gt; by John Green and David Levithan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1859723%7CSbefore+i+fall%7COrightresult%7CX5?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Before I Fall&lt;/a&gt; by Lauren Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1868953%7CShappyface%7COrightresult%7CX5?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Happyface&lt;/a&gt; by Stephen Edmonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1867681%7CSborderline+stratton%7COrightresult%7CX2?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt; by Allan Stratton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1870204%7CSostrich+boys%7COrightresult%7CX3?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Ostrich Boys&lt;/a&gt; by Keith Gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1868403%7CSsky+is+everywhere%7COrightresult%7CX5?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;The Sky is Everywhere&lt;/a&gt; by Jandy Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1862572%7CSsome+girls+are%7COrightresult%7CX5?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Some Girls Are&lt;/a&gt; by Courtney Summers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1865417%7CSnumbers+ward%7CP0%2C1%7COrightresult%7CX1?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Num8ers&lt;/a&gt; by Rachel Ward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://encore.sjcpl.lib.in.us/iii/encore/record/C%7CRb1866048%7CSwoods+runner%7CP0%2C1%7COrightresult%7CX5?lang=eng&amp;amp;suite=pearl"&gt;Woods Runner&lt;/a&gt; by Gary Paulsen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for summaries and short reviews!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-2406390885923729592?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/2406390885923729592/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/sunday-salon-searching-for-my-printz.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/2406390885923729592?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/2406390885923729592?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/sunday-salon-searching-for-my-printz.html" title="The Sunday Salon - Searching for my Printz - March 7, 2010" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S5RJD_Pd_jI/AAAAAAAAB14/D5MWgrL-2CU/s72-c/printzlogoupd.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQMRX8yeCp7ImA9WxBUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-1850151331415085559</id><published>2010-03-01T09:38:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T10:46:24.190-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-01T10:46:24.190-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Morning News" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="School Library Journal" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Battle of the Books" /><title>2010 Book Battles - Something for Everyone!</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4vhQGjmStI/AAAAAAAABrI/WWU4kb6pmbk/s1600-h/Commanderlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4vhQGjmStI/AAAAAAAABrI/WWU4kb6pmbk/s200/Commanderlogo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443692241361455826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4vhCM1q3SI/AAAAAAAABrA/4-bn3AkwenE/s1600-h/Tob_2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4vhCM1q3SI/AAAAAAAABrA/4-bn3AkwenE/s200/Tob_2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443692002529697058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of my favorite places are running book battles to decide the best of the best.  I'm not participating in either one officially, mostly due to time, but I'm going to be following each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/the_rooster/the_2010_tournament_of_books.php"&gt;The Morning News - The 2010 Tournament of Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each year the irreverent TMN hosts this wonderful contest.  I love reading how they chose the books and discovering what new way they will bash other book awards.  They profess to be non-elitist and are surely extremely entertaining.  I try to read at least one of the books each year but this year's list contains a number of tempting morsels.  I've linked to the brackets for those of you who want to read along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.themorningnews.org/tob/ToB-2010-Brackets.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Top 16 Contenders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Year of the Flood, by Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;The Anthologist, by Nicholson Baker&lt;br /&gt;Fever Chart, by Bill Cotter&lt;br /&gt;Logicomix: An Epic Search for Truth, by Apostolos Doxiadis&lt;br /&gt;The Book of Night Women, by Marlon James&lt;br /&gt;The Lacuna, by Barbara Kingsolver&lt;br /&gt;Big Machine, by Victor Lavalle&lt;br /&gt;Let the Great World Spin, by Colum McCann&lt;br /&gt;Wolf Hall, by Hilary Mantel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Gate at the Stairs, by Lorrie Moore&lt;/span&gt; - reading&lt;br /&gt;Miles from Nowhere, by Nami Mun&lt;br /&gt;That Old Cape Magic, by Richard Russo&lt;br /&gt;Burnt Shadows, by Kamila Shamsie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Help, by Kathryn Stockett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned, by Wells Tower&lt;br /&gt;Lowboy, by John Wray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contest will run from March 1 - April 5.  Way too fast.  I'm going to read along slowly and I'll be sure to post my reactions.  I've already read The Help and am reading A Gate At the Stairs now.  I've ordered Lowboy and The Book of Night Women from the library to complete those brackets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any on this list you've read?  Or want to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" href="http://sljbattleofthebooks.com/"&gt; School Library Journal - Battle of the Kid's Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only found out about this battle during the summer 2009.  I think this is only their second year and I can see they've modeled it more after TMN's tournament, including a zombie round. &lt;a href="http://www.schoollibraryjournal.com/blog/1790000379/post/90052809.html"&gt; Fuse 8 has a great video that explains the battle&lt;/a&gt;.  Due to my participation in a Mock Newbery club, I've read a few of these!  There are still some I want to dive into and this might be the incentive I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sljbattleofthebooks.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/Brackets1_2010_f_587.pdf"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Top 16 Contenders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;CHARLES AND EMMA by Deborah Heligman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLAUDETTE COLVIN by Philip Hoose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE EVOLUTION OF CALPURNIA TATE by Jacqueline Tate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRE by Kristin Cashore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FROG SCIENTIST by Pamela S. Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LAST OLYMPIAN by Rick Riordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIPS TOUCH by Laini Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LOST CONSPIRACY by Francis Hardinge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCELO IN THE REAL WORLD by Francisco X Stork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCHING FOR FREEDOM by Elizabeth Partridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACE, LOCOMOTION by Jaqueline Woodson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A SEASON OF GIFTS by Richard Peck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STORM IN THE BARN by Matt Phelan&lt;br /&gt;SWEETHEARTS OF RHYTHM by Marilyn Nelson&lt;br /&gt;TALES FROM OUTER SUBURBIA by Shaun Tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN YOU REACH ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; by Rebecca Stead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This contest runs from March 15 - April 5, even faster than the TOB!  Again, I'm going to try to read along, especially since I've read a great number of these books.  I have Lips Touch Three Times, Charles and Emma, and Tales from Outer Suburbia right here on my desk!!  I've also completed two other brackets and can't wait to weigh in!  I love how they decided on the brackets because it's way more even than TMN's TOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you read on this list?  Any you've been meaning to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm really excited about both of these contests and will keep you informed of my progress, if any, each week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-1850151331415085559?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/1850151331415085559/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/2010-book-battles-something-for.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/1850151331415085559?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/1850151331415085559?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/03/2010-book-battles-something-for.html" title="2010 Book Battles - Something for Everyone!" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4vhQGjmStI/AAAAAAAABrI/WWU4kb6pmbk/s72-c/Commanderlogo.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEMSXs8fip7ImA9WxBUFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-6526834087471878011</id><published>2010-02-28T21:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:21:28.576-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-28T22:21:28.576-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Beautiful Dead" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eden Maguire" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog tour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book reviews" /><title>Review - The Beautiful Dead: Jonas by Eden Maguire</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4syLQjR9JI/AAAAAAAABq4/I2lZl4vyMjo/s1600-h/beautifuldead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid blue; float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4syLQjR9JI/AAAAAAAABq4/I2lZl4vyMjo/s200/beautifuldead.gif" border="0" alt="beautifuldead" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443499743610270866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Beautiful Dead: Jonas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eden Maguire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sourcebooks.com/spotlight/sourcebooks-fire-young-adult-imprint.html"&gt;Sourcebooks Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;279 pg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darina is devastated.  Four people she knows has died in the past year.  And one of them was her new boyfriend, Phoenix.  Darina is drawn to the area around Angel Rock; and that's when she see's him.  Phoenix.  Alive.  She thinks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then she gets to see and talk to him.  Only he's not alive and he's not alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the recently dead ones are there and they need Darina.  She can help them complete their missions and pass out of limbo.  There are questions surrounding their deaths; were they murdered?  Darina is their link with the mortal world or the far side as they call it.  Darina accepts the challenge because it means she will get to spend more time with Phoenix.  Even if he isn't really alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanted to like this book but The Beautiful Dead is written in an overly dramatic way and is full of cliches.  Many times I forgot that the characters were supposed to be teenagers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;"Will she think the worst?" He was still grinning, turning a little bit sheepish but also amused...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;He embraced me one more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;"My friends pussyfooted around me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;"He's our overlord, and without him we'd be out of here without a trace."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really get into the book until about 200 pages in.  You don't really get to know any of the characters and therefore you don't really care what happens.  Even the big scene when part of the group time-travels seemed unnecessary.  I didn't see why Darina needed to be there since the group can erase people's memories.  They can also hear everything.  So, they should actually already know what's going on without her help.  I'm hoping the next book gets better.  Each book will focus on a different one of the four teens.  I also didn't like Wuthering Heights, so maybe that's why I didn't get into this one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, that being said, I'm sure I can find some readers for this series.  I don't always get it but the students do.  Plus, it's nice zombies... So, I'm passing this ARC on to some of my test readers.  I'll update this in a month or so and tell you what we decided.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;About the Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden Maguire lives part of the time in the US, where she enjoys the big skies and ice-capped mountains of Colorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An abandoned farmstead two hours south west of Denver gave her the perfect setting for The Beautiful Dead. "It was as if time had stood still," she says of her first chance visit to the ranch. "The kitchen still had the old rocking-chair and iron stove, the ancient barn door really did blow open and shut in the wind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was here that the seed for a series of paranormal romance mysteries was sown. Eden Maguire's lifelong admiration for Emily Bronte's timeless classic, Wuthering Heights, ties in with her fascination for the dark side of life and informs her portrayal of the restless, romantic souls in The Beautiful Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from her interest in the supernatural and the solitary pursuit of writing fiction, Eden's life is lived as much as possible in the outdoors, thanks to ranch-owning friends in Colorado. 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I've also been doing some aimless reading and here's how it all panned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;1. Reading Challenges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short update on my unjoined challenge participation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Debut Author Challenge&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.thestorysiren.com/2009/11/2010-debut-author-challenge-information.html"&gt;The Story Siren&lt;/a&gt;)(7)&lt;br /&gt;Restoring Harmony by Joelle Anthony&lt;br /&gt;Brightly Woven by Alexandra Bracken&lt;br /&gt;The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N. K. Jemison&lt;br /&gt;The Beautiful Dead by Eden Maguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In The Middle Reading Challenge&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://owlforya.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-middle-reading-challenge.html"&gt;O.W.L&lt;/a&gt;.) (9)&lt;br /&gt;The Hunchback Assignments by Arthur Slade&lt;br /&gt;14 Cows for America by Carmen Agra Deedy&lt;br /&gt;The Breadwinner by Deborah Ellis&lt;br /&gt;The Greatest Moments in Sports by Len Berman&lt;br /&gt;Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Young Adult Reading Challenge&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://j-kaye-book-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-reading-challenge-2010-young-adult.html"&gt;J. Kaye&lt;/a&gt;)(18)&lt;br /&gt;Going Bovine by Libba Bray&lt;br /&gt;For Keeps by Natasha Friend&lt;br /&gt;Restoring Harmony by Joelle Anthony&lt;br /&gt;Flash Burnout by L.K. Madigan&lt;br /&gt;Soulless by Gail Carriger&lt;br /&gt;Copper Sun by Sharon Draper&lt;br /&gt;The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N.K. Jemison&lt;br /&gt;Finnikin of the Rock by Melina Marchetta&lt;br /&gt;The Beautiful Dead by Eden Maguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Support Your Local Library&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://j-kaye-book-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/2010-support-your-local-library-reading.html"&gt;J. Kaye&lt;/a&gt;)(8)&lt;br /&gt;Going Bovine by Libba Bray&lt;br /&gt;Hunchback Assignments by Arthur Slade&lt;br /&gt;Flash Burnout by L.K. Madigan&lt;br /&gt;Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;POC Reading Challenge&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://pocreading.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-reading-commence.html"&gt;POC Reading Challenge&lt;/a&gt;) (11)&lt;br /&gt;Copper Sun by Sharon Draper&lt;br /&gt;The Breadwinner by Deborah Ellis&lt;br /&gt;The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by N.K. Jemison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2. Book Buying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my taxes and went a little crazy.  Hopefully this will hold me over the next few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incarceron by Catherine Fisher&lt;br /&gt;Last Summer of the Death Warriors by Francisco X. Stork&lt;br /&gt;A Gate at the Stairs by Lorrie Moore&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Creatures by Garcia and Stohl&lt;br /&gt;A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers&lt;br /&gt;Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins (preorder)&lt;br /&gt;The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms by NK Jemison&lt;br /&gt;The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man in The Moon Marigolds by Paul Zindel (school)&lt;br /&gt;Paper Daughter by Jeanette Ingold (ARC from Netgalley to Kindle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total: ~$85.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's about 3 months worth of budget book buying!  Not good. That means I have to try to refrain from buying until MAY!! ARGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total books read in February (16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Book for February &lt;/span&gt;- Going Bovine by Libba Bray and Soulless by Gail Carriger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to making some changes going forward as I try to rein in my reading while fostering more reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-2539238893570138820?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/2539238893570138820/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/02/sunday-salon-monthly-reading-update.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/2539238893570138820?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/2539238893570138820?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/02/sunday-salon-monthly-reading-update.html" title="Sunday Salon - Monthly Reading Update - February 28, 2010" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4qgopYk6dI/AAAAAAAABqw/1-5XjeaH2kM/s72-c/sundaysalonbadge.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCQ3g5fyp7ImA9WxBUEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-1015119329960209908</id><published>2010-02-26T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T00:01:02.627-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-26T00:01:02.627-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="5 stars" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Greatest Moments in Sports" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Len Berman" /><title>Review - The Greatest Moments in Sports by Len Berman</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4cPHJc-hrI/AAAAAAAABqk/LTy3DqsolEo/s1600-h/greatestmoments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid blue; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4cPHJc-hrI/AAAAAAAABqk/LTy3DqsolEo/s200/greatestmoments.jpg" alt="greatestmoments" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442335290171492018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Greatest Moments in Sports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len Berman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sourcebooks.com/products/childrens/non-fiction/9781402220999-greatest-moments-in-sports.html"&gt;Sourcebooks/Jabberwocky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nov. 2009&lt;br /&gt;138 pgs and CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Readin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reviewed this book because we have a fair number of sports fans at our middle school.  In our 6th grade nonfiction classes about a third of the students wanted to do some sort of sports-related research paper. This should be popular even if it doesn't have any snow- or skate- boarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Writin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each "moment" has a 2-page spread title page that includes a large picture of the subject.  The text is in a box with a white background and superimposed over the background picture spread.  The next 4 pages cover the "moment". There are several pictures and call-out boxes including captions and a Fast Fact. The book covers 1932 - 2008, so it's fairly up-to-date.  There are 25 "moments" in the book and 10 of those are included on CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each CD "moment" has an introduction, the original broadcast, and a follow-up.  Berman also included an introduction and post-script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is a nice size, hefty.  The table of contents is laid out nicely and lets you know which moments are on the CD. The font is clear and easy-to-read.  The graphics are colorful and over-sized.  This edition includes a jacket but it's not needed since the cover looks like it's been library bound.  Top-notch presentation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Rithmetic'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berman includes many of the obvious "moments": Micheal Phelps, Tiger Woods, Michael Jordan, Babe Ruth, Wayne Gretzy, and others.  He also includes some moments by lesser known stars such as Nadia Comaneci and Roger Bannister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berman's passion comes through in the writing.  It's as if you were sitting there talking to him as he relived the event.  He tells you why he chose that moment and then goes on to describe what happened on that day and doesn't repeat everything that's on the CD.  Like any good non-fiction book - you don't have to read this in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hank Aaron - The Greatest Moments in Sports does a good job introducing Hank Aaron and talks about his excellence in football that led to a scholarship.  Berman tells how Aaron received hate mail for trying to break Babe Ruth's record and how Aaron decided to keep the letters as inspiration.  He also mentions the introduction of the Hank Aaron Award.  These are all things I didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD excerpt - &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcWL38r_f8w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcWL38r_f8w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;About the Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len Berman is a veteran sportscaster and creator of “Spanning the World,” a monthly collection of sports bloopers, which was a 20-year staple on NBC’s Today Show. Berman is the recipient of eight Emmy Awards and is a six-time winner of New York Sportscaster of the Year. His daily Top 5 email is featured in The Huffington Post and is received by thousands around the country. &lt;a href="http://www.thatssports.com/"&gt;www.thatssports.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Greatest Moments in Sports by Len Berman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 stars&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm sure it will be checked out constantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Book provided by Sourcebooks/Jabberwocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazon Associate link...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?lt1=_blank&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;t=thbrla-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=as1&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;f=ifr&amp;amp;md=10FE9736YVPPT7A0FBG2&amp;amp;asins=1402220995" style="width: 120px; height: 240px;" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-1015119329960209908?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/1015119329960209908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/02/review-greatest-moments-in-sports-by.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/1015119329960209908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/1015119329960209908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/02/review-greatest-moments-in-sports-by.html" title="Review - The Greatest Moments in Sports by Len Berman" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S4cPHJc-hrI/AAAAAAAABqk/LTy3DqsolEo/s72-c/greatestmoments.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcEQ3syfSp7ImA9WxBWGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-8508275182762731064</id><published>2010-02-10T23:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T00:26:42.595-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-11T00:26:42.595-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Zoe Heller" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog tour" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adult" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Believers" /><title>Blog Tour - The Believers by Zoe Heller</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3OKStlngcI/AAAAAAAABqQ/dXCb0Yi2BpY/s1600-h/the+believers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid blue; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3OKStlngcI/AAAAAAAABqQ/dXCb0Yi2BpY/s200/the+believers.jpg" alt="believers" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436841229245972930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Believers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe Heller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://browseinside.harpercollins.com/index.aspx?isbn13=9780061430213"&gt;Harper Perennial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;335 pg (plus About ZH, story behind the book, author book picks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Litvinoffs are your average, dysfunctional family.  Audrey and Joel weren't your typical parents though.  They were socialists who didn't believe in coddling. They raised their children to question and never settle.  At least in theory.  Joel's stroke leaves the family spending time together and having to actually talk to each other.  Audrey, his wife, is a bitter, foul-mouthed know-it-all in her late 50s.  The children, Rosa, Karla and Lenny, are all facing their own demons and having to deal with what Audrey calls her "sane response to motherhood".  Lenny's a 34 year old druggy who gets a $100 a week allowance from his mom.  Karla is struggling in a loveless marriage that she feels is all she deserves.  Rosa is trying to find a missing part of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosa was the only character I liked in The Believers. I felt her struggles to come to terms with her Jewish past and reconcile the reality with her imaginations was believable.  Many of the other characters felt like caricatures - over the top and dreary.  All the black characters in the book were deficit - Berenice, the husband stealer who takes pictures of her "genitalia", the girls from Girlpower who "danced a nasty little pornographic dance" and were stuck in their "class destiny" and the "scruffy middle aged black man" who is homeless and plays music on trains for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very distant when reading The Believers. I've read many books that were outside of my comfort zone but the author usually finds a way to bring me into the story.  To show me the magic they are creating, they infuse a sense of wonder and sharing into the story that they are weaving.  Here, I felt condescended to, like the author was saying here's a story, you won't understand it but I'll tell you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few funny parts, when Karla's explaining how misjudged she is because she's not a nurturer.  She has the "not infrequent desire to smack her mother in the face." Which I also felt.  For most of the characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the insight into Jewish customs and traditions. Rosa's struggle between the emotional and intellectual when it comes to religion felt like one I'd been through and could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, The Believers was a decent book that I'd been wanting to read this since its HC release.  I was happy to have this opportunity. It just wasn't the book for me at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;About the Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3OSfWVF7MI/AAAAAAAABqY/VulgJZQjv2Q/s1600-h/zoe+heller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3OSfWVF7MI/AAAAAAAABqY/VulgJZQjv2Q/s200/zoe+heller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436850242433969346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zoë Heller is the author of Everything You Know and What Was She Thinking?: Notes on a Scandal, which was short-listed for the Man Booker Prize and made into an acclaimed film starring Cate Blanchett and Judi Dench. Heller lives in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe Heller interview (13 min)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7BGnwg1Xu-I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7BGnwg1Xu-I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://tlcbooktours.com/2009/12/zoe-heller-author-of-the-believers-on-tour-januaryfebruary-2010/"&gt;TLC Book Tours&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://browseinside.harpercollins.com/index.aspx?isbn13=9780061430213"&gt;Harper Perennial &lt;/a&gt;for providing this book!  Click the links for more tour dates and to browse inside the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-8508275182762731064?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/8508275182762731064/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/02/blog-tour-believers-by-zoe-heller.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/8508275182762731064?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/8508275182762731064?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/02/blog-tour-believers-by-zoe-heller.html" title="Blog Tour - The Believers by Zoe Heller" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3OKStlngcI/AAAAAAAABqQ/dXCb0Yi2BpY/s72-c/the+believers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCQHc_fyp7ImA9WxBWF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-5385170943951047276</id><published>2010-02-10T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T00:01:01.947-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-10T00:01:01.947-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Last Summer of the Death Warriors" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Waiting on Wednesday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="YA" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Francisco Stork" /><title>Waiting on Wednesday - Last Summer of the Death Warriors by Franscisco X Stork</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3IkjVtALGI/AAAAAAAABqA/lZIwGqDCRu8/s1600-h/lastsummer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid blue; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3IkjVtALGI/AAAAAAAABqA/lZIwGqDCRu8/s200/lastsummer.jpg" alt="deathwarriors" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436447889729530978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3IkpOexZhI/AAAAAAAABqI/t3uAxyzZOKY/s1600-h/New+WoW.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3IkpOexZhI/AAAAAAAABqI/t3uAxyzZOKY/s200/New+WoW.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436447990870009362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Summer of the Death Warriors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco X. Stork&lt;br /&gt;March 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiebound.org/book/9780545151337?aff=thebrainlair"&gt;From IndieBound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pancho arrives at St. Anthony's Home, he knows his time there will be short: If his plans succeed, he'll soon be arrested for the murder of his sister's killer. But then he's assigned to help D.Q., whose brain cancer has slowed neither his spirit nor his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Marcelo in the Real World and look forward to reading this one! It's on my Printz 2011 watch list too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting on Wednesday is hosted by Jill at &lt;a href="http://breakingthespine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Breaking the Spine&lt;/a&gt;.  What are you waiting on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-5385170943951047276?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/5385170943951047276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/02/waiting-on-wednesday-last-summer-of.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/5385170943951047276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/5385170943951047276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/02/waiting-on-wednesday-last-summer-of.html" title="Waiting on Wednesday - Last Summer of the Death Warriors by Franscisco X Stork" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3IkjVtALGI/AAAAAAAABqA/lZIwGqDCRu8/s72-c/lastsummer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYERn4-eSp7ImA9WxBWFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1629150508196765710.post-535414478201222852</id><published>2010-02-07T18:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:05:07.051-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-08T16:05:07.051-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sunday Salon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MOPC" /><title>Sunday Salon - What Am I Doing? - February 5, 2010</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3B8e4G4QlI/AAAAAAAABpw/BYXwrPEL9W0/s1600-h/TSSbadge2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 64px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S3B8e4G4QlI/AAAAAAAABpw/BYXwrPEL9W0/s200/TSSbadge2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435981620135346770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOB - Biggest Loser of Books - what a good idea.  A group of bloggers are trying to pwn their book coveting habits.  I like that.  I've adopted that BLOB attitude by coming up with a challenge for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Own Private Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the course of the past year, I've requested books and I've accepted books that are now sitting on my shelves.  Most of them anyway.  These are books that I really want to read but other obligations have pushed them down in the TBR pile.  I'm proposing to bring those back to the top. I'm going to work one of those into the rotation in between each book blog tour book.  Now, in March, I'll kick my Newbery/Printz reading into high gear.  So, I'll have to re-balance the books then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Newbery/Printz 2011 Search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it going you say?  Well, I've only read 2 books that might be contenders.  I'll tell more about them in March.  Here are my top cravings up till now:&lt;br /&gt;The Death Defying Pepper Roux by Geraldine McCaughrean - 5 Starred reviews - not eligible for Newbery&lt;br /&gt;Incarceron by Catherine Fisher - 5 Starred reviews - not eligible for Newbery&lt;br /&gt;Here Comes the Garbage Barge by Jonah Winter - 3 starred reviews&lt;br /&gt;Cosmic by Frank Cottrell Boyce - 3 starred reviews - not eligible for Newbery&lt;br /&gt;Some Girls Are by Courtney Summers - 3 starred reviews - not eligible for Newbery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a total of 57 books on my list but I don't have many books for children under 6th grade.  I'll look more at those later in the year.  Some titles I've listed won't come out until September.  Some titles have no stars and I just think they will be significant.  I need to hie over to the library to take a look at some review magazines and then do an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upcoming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of adding a new feature called Saturday School.  Twice a month I would talk about books being used in our classrooms here.  I would give a short review and tell how the teacher is using it, if I know, and other significant information.  I'm going to stick with Language Arts classrooms for now.  Is there anything in particular you'd like to know about the books?  This is in the planning/reading stages and I hope to showcase this starting in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's my Sunday on a Monday. 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If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books.  A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured.  The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your free peek into the book!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know when I might play a wild card on you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Wild Card author is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kimvogelsawyer.com/"&gt;Kim Vogel Sawyer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;and the book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0310719240"&gt;Katy’s New World (The Katy Lambright Series) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zondervan (February 1, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;***Special thanks to Bridgette Brooks of Zondervan for sending me a review copy.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/S2dRLdc2ZBI/AAAAAAAADoI/zB7Ld7qYfrs/s1600-h/Kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/S2dRLdc2ZBI/AAAAAAAADoI/zB7Ld7qYfrs/s200/Kim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433400732771836946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bestselling, award-winning author Kim Vogel Sawyer wears many hats besides “writer.” As a wife, mother, grandmother, and active participant in her church, her life is happily full. But Kim’s passion lies in writing stories of hope that encourage her readers to place their lives in God’s capable hands. An active speaking ministry assists her with her desire. Kim and her husband make their home on the beautiful plains of Kansas, the setting for many of Kim’s novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.kimvogelsawyer.com/%20"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $9.99&lt;br /&gt;Reading level: Young Adult&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 208 pages&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Zondervan (February 1, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 0310719240&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-0310719243&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/S2dRRfmXxdI/AAAAAAAADoQ/QvApMESNFvw/s1600-h/katy%27s+new+world.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/S2dRRfmXxdI/AAAAAAAADoQ/QvApMESNFvw/s200/katy%27s+new+world.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433400836427859410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 307px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wisps of smoke that upward flee,&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing on the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Days dissolving one by one . . .&lt;br /&gt;Time stands still for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Lambright stared at the neatly written lines in her journal and crinkled her brow so tightly her forehead hurt. She rubbed the knot between her eyebrows with her fingertip. What was wrong? Ah, yes. Two uses of “one” on the final lines. She stared harder, tapping her temple with the eraser end of her pencil. What would be a better ending?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whispered, “Time’s as fleeting as the —”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Katy-girl?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the poem stated, her thought dissipated like a wisp of smoke. Dropping her pencil onto the journal page, she smacked the book closed and dashed to the top of the stairs. “What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad stood at the bottom with his hand on the square newel post, looking up. “It’s seven fifteen. You’ll miss your bus if we don’t get going.”&lt;br /&gt;Katy’s stomach turned a rapid somersault. Maybe she shouldn’t have fixed those rich banana-pecan pancakes for breakfast. But she’d wanted Dad to have a special breakfast this morning. It was a big day for him. And for her. Mostly for her. “I’ll be right down.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed her sweater from the peg behind her bedroom door. No doubt today would be like any other late-August day —unbearably hot —but the high school was air conditioned. She might get cold. So she quickly folded the made-by-Gramma sweater into a rough bundle and pushed it into the belly of the backpack waiting in the little nook at the head of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bold pink backpack presented a stark contrast to her simple sky blue dress. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips, while at the same time a twinge of uncertainty wiggled its way through her stomach. She’d never used a backpack before. Annika Gehring, her best friend since forever, had helped her pack it with notebooks and  pencils and a brand-new protractor—all the things listed on the supply sheet from the high school in Salina. They had giggled while organizing the bag, making use of each of its many pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy sighed. A part of her wished that Annika was coming to high school and part of her was glad to be going alone. If she made a fool of herself, no one from the Mennonite fellowship would be there to see. And as much as she loved Annika, whatever the girl saw she reported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Katy-girl!” Dad’s voice carried from the yard through the open windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would Dad ever drop that babyish nickname? If he called her Katy-girl in front of any of the high school kids, she’d die from embarrassment. “I’m coming!” She yanked up the backpack and pushed her arms through the straps. The backpack’s tug on her shoulders felt strange and yet exhila-rating. She ran down the stairs, the ribbons from her mesh headcovering fluttering against her neck and the backpack bouncing on her spine —one familiar feeling and one new feeling, all at once. The combination almost made her dizzy. She tossed the backpack onto the seat of her dad’s blue pickup and climbed in beside it. As he pulled away from their dairy farm onto the dirt road that led to the highway, she rolled down the window. Dust billowed behind the tires, drifting into the cab. Katy coughed, but she hugged her backpack to her stomach and let the morning air hit her full in the face. She loved the smell of morning, before the day got so hot it melted away the fresh scent of dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck rumbled past the one-room schoolhouse where Katy had attended first through ninth grades. Given the early hour, no kids cluttered the schoolyard. But in her imagination she saw older kids pushing little kids on the swings, kids waiting for a turn on the warped teeter-totter, and Caleb Penner chasing the girls with a wiggly earthworm and making them scream. Caleb had chased her many times, waving an earthworm or a fat beetle. He’d never made her scream, though. Bugs didn’t bother Katy. She only feared a few things. Like tornadoes. And  people leaving and not coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sigh drifted from Dad’s side of the seat. She turned to face him, noting his somber expression. Dad always looked serious. And tired. Running the dairy farm as well as a household without the help of a wife had aged him. For a moment guilt pricked at Katy’s conscience. She was supposed to stay home and help her family, like all the other Old Order girls when they finished ninth grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the familiar spiral of longing —to learn more, to see what existed outside the limited expanse of Schell-berg—wound its way through her middle. Her fingernails bit into the palms of her hands as she clenched her fists. She had to go. This opportunity, granted to no one else in her little community, was too precious to squander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dad?” She waited until he glanced at her. “Stop worrying.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyebrows shot up, meeting the brim of his billed cap. “I’m not worrying.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, you are. You’ve been worrying all morning. Wor-rying ever since the deacons said I could go.” Katy under-stood his worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’d heard the speculative whispers when the Menno-nite fellowship learned that Katy had been granted permis-sion to attend the high school in Salina: “Will she be Kath-leen’s girl through and through?” But she was determined to prove the worriers wrong. She could attend public school, could be with worldly  people, and still maintain her faith. Hadn’t she been the only girl at the community school to face Caleb’s taunting bugs without flinching? She was strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave Dad’s shoulder a teasing nudge with her fist. “I’ll be all right, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lips twitched. “I’m not worried about you, Katy-girl.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was lying, but Katy didn’t argue. She never talked back to Dad. If she got upset with him, she wrote the words in her journal to get them out of her head, and then she tore the page into tiny bits and threw the pieces away. She’d started the practice shortly after she turned thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before then, he’d never done anything wrong. Sometimes she wondered if he’d changed or she had, but it didn’t mat-ter much. She didn’t like feeling upset with him —he was all she had —so she tried to get rid of her anger quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached the highway, and Dad parked the pickup on the shoulder. He turned the key, and the engine splut-tered before falling silent. Dad aimed his face out his side window, his elbow propped on the sill. Wind whistled through the open windows and birds trilled a morning song from one of the empty wheat fields that flanked the pickup. The sounds were familiar—a symphony of nature she’d heard since infancy—but today they carried a poi-gnancy that put a lump in Katy’s throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why had she experienced such a strange reaction to wind and birds? She would explore it in her journal before she went to bed this evening. Words —secretive whispers, melodious trill—cluttered her mind. Maybe she’d write a poem about it too, if she wasn’t too tired from her first day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars crested the gentle rise in the black-topped high-way and zinged by—sports cars and big SUVs, so differ-ent from the plain black or blue Mennonite pickups and sedans that filled the church lot on Sunday mornings in Schellberg. When would the big yellow bus appear? Katy had been warned it wouldn’t be able to wait for her. Might it have come and gone already? Her stomach fluttered as fear took hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad suddenly whirled to face her. “Do you have your lunch money?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She patted the small zipper pocket on the front of the backpack. “Right here.” She hunched her shoulders and giggled. “It feels funny not to carry a lunchbox.” For as far back as she could remember, Katy had carried a lunch she’d packed for herself since she didn’t have a mother to do it for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but you heard the lady in the school office.” Dad drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “She said the kids at this school eat in the cafeteria or go out to eat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassment crept over Katy as she remembered the day they’d visited the school. When the secretary told Dad about the school lunch program, he’d insisted on reading the lunch menu from beginning to end before agreeing to let his daughter eat “school-made food.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, the menu had looked more enticing than her customary peanut butter sandwich, but Dad had acted as though he thought someone might try to poison her. She’d filled three pages, front and back, in her journal over the incident before tearing the well-scribbled pages into min-iscule bits of litter. But —satisfaction welled—Dad had purchased a lunch ticket after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind tossed the satin ribbons dangling from the mesh cap that covered her heavy coil of hair. They tickled her chin. She hooked the ribbons in the neck of her dress and then brushed dust from the skirt of her homemade dress. An errant thought formed. I’m glad I’ll be eating cafeteria food like a regular high school kid. It might be only way I don’t stick out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad cleared his throat. “There she comes.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school bus rolled toward them. The sun glared off the wide windshield, nearly hiding the monstrous vehicle from view. Katy threw her door open and stepped out, carrying the backpack on her hip as if it were one of her toddler cousins. She sucked in a breath of dismay when Dad met her at the hood of the pickup and reached for her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay, Dad.” She smiled at him even though her stomach suddenly felt as though it might return those ba-nana-pecan pancakes at any minute. “I can get on okay.”&lt;br /&gt;The bus’s wide rubber tires crunched on the gravel as it rolled to a stop at the intersection. Giggles carried from in-side the bus when Dad walked Katy to the open door. Katy cringed, trying discreetly pull her hand free, but Dad kept hold and gave the bus driver a serious look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is my daughter, Katy Lambright.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kathleen Lambright,” Katy corrected. Hadn’t she told Dad she wanted to be Kathleen at the new school instead of the childish Katy? Dad wasn’t in favor, and Katy knew why. She would let him continue to call her Katy—or Katy-girl, the nickname he’d given her before she was old enough to sit up—but to the Outside, she was Kathleen.&lt;br /&gt;Dad frowned at the interruption, but he repeated, “Kathleen Lambright. She is attending Salina High North.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver, an older lady with soft white hair cut short and brushed back from her rosy face, looked a little bit like Gramma Ruthie around her eyes. But Gramma would never wear blue jeans or a bright yellow polka-dotted shirt. One side of the driver’s mouth quirked up higher than the other when she smiled, giving her an impish look. “Well, come on aboard, Katy Kathleen Lambright. We have a schedule to keep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another titter swept through the bus. Dad leaned to-ward Katy, as if he planned to hug her good-bye. Katy ducked away and darted onto the bus. When she glanced back, she glimpsed the hurt in Dad’s eyes, and guilt hit her hard. This day wasn’t easy for him. She spun to dash back out and let him hug her after all, but the driver pulled a lever that closed the door, sealing her away from her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the reality of what she was doing —leaving the security of her little community, her dad, and all that was familiar—washed over her, and for one brief moment she wanted to claw the doors open and dive into the refuge of Dad’s arms, just as she used to do when she was little and frightened by a windstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have a seat, Kathleen,” the driver said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the window, Katy watched Dad climb back into the pickup. His face looked so sad, her heart hurt. She felt a sting at the back of her nose —a sure sign that tears were coming. She sniffed hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’ve got to sit down, or we can’t go.” Impatience colored the driver’s tone. She pushed her foot against the gas pedal, and the bus engine roared in eagerness. More giggles erupted from the kids on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, ma’am.” Katy quickly scanned the seats. Most of them were already filled with kids. The passen-gers all looked her up and down, some smirking, and some staring with their mouths hanging open. She could imagine them wondering what she was doing on their bus. She’d be the first Mennonite student to attend one of the Salina schools. She lifted her chin. Well, they’ll just have to get used to me.&lt;br /&gt;Katy ignored the gawks and searched faces. She had hoped to sit with someone her own age, but none of the kids looked to be more than twelve or thirteen. Finally she spotted an open seat toward the middle on the right. She dropped into it, sliding the backpack into the empty space beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus jolted back onto the highway with a crunch of tires on gravel. The two little girls in the seat in front of Katy turned around and stared with round, wide eyes. Katy smiled, but they didn’t smile back. So she raised her eyebrows high and waggled her tongue, the face she used to get her baby cousin Trent to stop crying. The little girls made the same face back, giggled, and turned forward again.&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the bus, kids talked and laughed, at ease with each other. Katy sat alone, silent and invisible. The bus bounced worse than Dad’s pickup, and her stomach felt queasier with each mile covered. She swallowed and swallowed to keep the banana-pecan pancakes in place. Think about something else . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school. Her heart fluttered. Public high school. A smile tugged on the corners of her lips. Classes like botany and music appreciation and literature. Literature . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she’d shown Annika the list of classes selected for her sophomore year at Salina High North, Annika had shaken her head and made a face. “They sound hard. Why do you want to study more anyway? You’re weird, Katy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering her friend’s words made her nose sting again. Annika had been Katy’s best friend ever since the first grade when the teacher plunked them together on a little bench at the front of the schoolroom, but despite their lengthy and close friendship, Annika didn’t understand Katy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy stared out the window, biting her lower lip and fighting an uncomfortable realization. Katy didn’t under-stand herself. A ninth grade education seemed to satisfy everyone else in her community, so why wasn’t it enough for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were questions always swirling through her brain? She could still hear her teacher’s voice in her memory: “Katy, Katy, your many questions make me tired.” Why did words mean so much to her? None of her Menno-nite friends had to write their thoughts in a spiral-bound notebook to keep from exploding. Katy couldn’t begin to explain why. And she knew, even without asking, that was what scared Dad the most. She shook her head, hug-ging her backpack to her thudding heart. He didn’t need to be worried. She loved Dad, loved being a Mennonite girl, loved Schellberg and its wooden chapel of fellowship where she felt close to God and to her neighbors. Besides, the deacons had been very clear when they gave her permission to attend high school. If she picked up worldly habits, attending school would come to an abrupt and per-manent end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer automatically winged through her heart: God, guide me in this learning, but keep me humble. Help me remember what Dad read from Your Word last night during our prayer time: that a man profits nothing if he gains the world but loses his soul.&lt;br /&gt;The bus pulled in front of the tan brick building that she and Dad had visited two weeks earlier when they enrolled her in school. On that day, the campus had been empty except for a few cars and two men in blue uniforms standing in the shade of a tall pine tree, smoking ciga-rettes. Dad had hurried her right past them. Today, how-&lt;br /&gt;ever, the parking lot overflowed with vehicles in a variety of colors, makes, and models.  People—people her age, not like the kids on the school bus —stood in little groups all over the grassy yard, talking and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy stared out the window, her mouth dry. Most of the students had backpacks, but none sporting bold colors like hers. Their backpacks were Mennonite-approved colors: dark blue, green, and lots and lots of black. Should she have selected a plain-colored backpack? Aunt Rebecca had clicked her tongue at Katy’s choice, but the pink one was so pretty, so different from her plain dresses . . . Her hands started to shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kathleen?” The bus driver turned backward in her seat. “C’mon, honey, scoot on off. I got three more stops to make.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy quickly slipped her arms through the backpack’s straps and scuttled off the bus. The door squealed shut behind her, and the bus pulled away with a growl and a thick cloud of strong-smelling smoke. Katy stood on the sidewalk, facing the school. She twisted a ribbon from her cap around her finger, wondering where she should go. The main building? That seemed a logical choice. She took one step forward but then froze, her skin prickling with awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All across the yard, voices faded. Faces turned one-by-one—a field of faces —all aiming in her direction. She heard a shrill giggle—her own. Her response to nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pull on the other kids faded. They turned back to their own groups as if she no longer existed. With a sigh, she resumed her progress toward the main building, turning sideways to ease between groups, sometimes bumping  people with her backpack, mumbling apologies and flashing shy smiles. She’d worked her way halfway across the yard when an ear-piercing clang filled the air. The fine hairs on her arms prickled, and she stopped as suddenly as if she’d slammed into the solid brick wall of the school building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other kids all began moving, flinging their back-packs over one shoulder and pushing at one another. Katy got swept along with the throng, jostled and bumped like everyone else. Her racing heartbeat seemed to pound a message: This is IT! This is IT! High school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by saying that I had to abandon this book. Although the premise of Katy's New World is promising; Mennonite teenager goes to high school in the outside world, it tries too hard to be "realistic".  The language comes off as forced and funny in a way that had nothing to do with the story and everything to do with the writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pushing your way past people wasn't Christlike. Dad - and the deacons - wouldn't be pleased if she became self serving"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;ells go ring-a-ling.  That thing goes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;braawnk&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or, her thoughts sniped...A Mennonite in a room full of heathens...she scolded herself...they aren't all heathens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We try not to encourage men to look lustfully at us, which would be causing them to sin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the preaching was heavy-handed. It may have gotten better but I couldn't finish it.  Also, take a close look at the cover.  The "mixed-race" student on the cover looks like some sort of computer-created alien. The head is disproportionate and her eyes aren't pointing in the right direction.  It looks like she was photo-shopped in to create a sense of "inclusion".  All in all, not my cup of tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be willing to send this to someone who would like to give it a try though!  Just leave a comment with your email address.  US only.  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If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books.  A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured.  The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between!  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy your free peek into the book!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never know when I might play a wild card on you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Wild Card author is: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.melodycarlson.com/"&gt;Melody Carlson &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;and the book:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/031071494X"&gt;Spring Breakdown (Carter House Girls)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Zondervan (February 1, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;***Special thanks to Bridgette Brooks of ZONDERKIDZ for sending me a review copy.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ABOUT THE AUTHOR:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/S2dUXlSr54I/AAAAAAAADoY/ZInB-v5tM-k/s1600-h/carlsonme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cESuxv-WNX8/S2dUXlSr54I/AAAAAAAADoY/ZInB-v5tM-k/s200/carlsonme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433404239570003842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melody Carlson has written more than 200 books for teens, women, and children. Before publishing, Melody traveled around the world, volunteered in teen ministry, taught preschool, raised two sons, and worked briefly in interior design and later in international adoption. "I think real-life experiences inspire the best friction," she says. Her wide variety of books seems to prove this theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the author's &lt;a href="http://www.melodycarlson.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Product Details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List Price: $9.99&lt;br /&gt;Reading level: Young Adult&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 208 pages&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Zondervan (February 1, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-10: 031071494X&lt;br /&gt;ISBN-13: 978-0310714941&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER: Just press the button!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; height: 307px;"&gt;&lt;div class="zondervanbrowseinside" style="margin: 5px 0pt; color: white; text-align: left; width: 142px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="background: transparent url(http://www.zondervan.com/zondervan/images/bi_bg_top.gif) no-repeat scroll 0% 0%; 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margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S2eXd0rnonI/AAAAAAAABpA/90ut-WwUBmg/s200/hotel.jpg" alt="hotelbittersweet" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433478014059389554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamieford.com/"&gt;Jamie Ford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/catalog/display.pperl?isbn=9780345505347"&gt;Ballantine Books/Random House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;285 p. (plus Author Notes and Reader's Guide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry's wife has died and he's trying to put his life back on track.  He walks by the Panama Hotel just as they are pulling the belongings of evacuated Japanese families from the basement.  Henry's thrust back into&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the war years&lt;/span&gt; and memories of Keiko, a jazz club, bullies and an I Am Chinese button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet alternates between Henry of 1986 and the Henry of 1942.  Henry 1986 is jolted back to the age of 12 in Seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry 1942 has been transferred to the White school and his dad makes him wear an I Am Chinese button.  Henry's parents also wanted him to speak only in English, even though they didn't understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry 1942 struggles to find his place at home and at school. Each place leaves him feeling isolated, no matter how hard he tries.  One of the places he feels accepted is on the corner with Sheldon the sax player.  Sheldon introduces Henry 1942 to jazz and a friendship blossoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day Henry 1942 finds he's not the only outsider at the White school, a Japanese girl arrives.  And although Keiko is second generation American, she's still considered a threat to peace in the US.  Keiko and Henry's blossoming friendship prove difficult for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry 1986 tries to shake these memories from his head because it's too soon after his wife's death. He also wants to focus more on his son Marty.  The more Henry 1986 delves into his past the more he finds he needs closure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet has just enough historical accuracy with the right amount of beautiful storytelling.  You are pulled into the story, following Henry and Keiko as they get to know each other and then are pulled apart by the Japanese "evacuation".  Henry's and Keiko's relationships with their parents play a big part in how they interact with each other.  The Lees hands-off conservative style battling with the Okabe's open, supportive style.  Keiko and Henry try to make things work, despite their upbringing and the political problems they are in the middle of, through no fault of their own. I loved how the story flowed back and forth between the ages yet never felt discordant or disorienting.  I found myself afraid as we got closer to the end.  For once, I wanted things to wrap up neat and tidy.  These characters deserved it.  But life doesn't always give you what you deserve or want.  Jamie Ford finds a way to get darn close though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one I won't hesitate to purchase for school.  Students interested in this particular time period or historical fiction would be well served by reading it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Giveaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The publisher is offering a copy of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hotel on The Corner of Bitter and Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;to one lucky commenter! Open to US and Canada.  1 entry per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just leave a comment with your email address!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Contest closes February 8, 2010 at 11:59 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;About the Author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S2eYZsBWDAI/AAAAAAAABpI/WAczXb3SbXM/s1600-h/jamieford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid blue; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S2eYZsBWDAI/AAAAAAAABpI/WAczXb3SbXM/s200/jamieford.jpg" alt="jamieford" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433479042526743554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jamie Ford is the great-grandson of Nevada mining pioneer Min Chung, who emigrated from Kaiping, China, to San Francisco in 1865, where he adopted the Western name “Ford,” thus confusing countless generations. Ford is an award-winning short-story writer, an alumnus of the Squaw Valley Community of Writers, and a survivor of Orson Scott Card’s Literary Boot Camp. Having grown up near Seattle’s Chinatown, he now lives in Montana with his wife and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie on the Internets&lt;br /&gt;Twitter - &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jamieford"&gt;JamieFord&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook - &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jamieford?ref=profile"&gt;Jamie Ford&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other &lt;a href="http://tlcbooktours.com/"&gt;TLC Book Tour&lt;/a&gt; Dates&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, February 3rd: &lt;a href="http://litandlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lit and Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, February 4th: &lt;a href="http://www.nerdseyeview.com/blog/"&gt;Nerd’s Eye View&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, February 5th: &lt;a href="http://feministreview.blogspot.com/"&gt;Feminist Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, February 8th: &lt;a href="http://suko95.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suko’s Notebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 9th: &lt;a href="http://booksandmovies.colvilleblogger.com/"&gt;Books and Movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, February 10th: &lt;a href="http://suko95.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suko’s Notebook&lt;/a&gt; – author interview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tlcbooktours.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S2eipziqLlI/AAAAAAAABpQ/8xzjDjQsCNY/s200/tlc-logo-resized.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433490314539707986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks to TLC Book Tours and Random House for the review and giveaway book!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1629150508196765710-8621502564101872000?l=www.thebrainlair.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/feeds/8621502564101872000/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/02/blog-tour-hotel-on-corner-of-bitter-and.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/8621502564101872000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1629150508196765710/posts/default/8621502564101872000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thebrainlair.com/2010/02/blog-tour-hotel-on-corner-of-bitter-and.html" title="Blog Tour - Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet" /><author><name>The Brain Lair (KB)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682700901945724953</uri><email>brainlair@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="16160145084174927298" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c5h5fcsPllY/S2eXd0rnonI/AAAAAAAABpA/90ut-WwUBmg/s72-c/hotel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></entry></feed>
