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Here they are, bundled for your convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you know Wes Anderson was filming Roald Dahl's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantastic Mr. Fox &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fantastic_Mr._Fox_%28film%29"&gt;in animated form&lt;/a&gt;? Due out in November--mark your calenders! Thanks for the news to a long-ago Tweet from &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/abbylibrarian"&gt;abbylibrarian&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More new movie news: Jarrett J. Kros . . . Korc . . . gah. You know who I'm talking about. His "Lunch Lady" series is already being &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/hr/content_display/news/e3i3e1dd505ba9ec42ecca2778aa9276b99"&gt;talked about for a movie&lt;/a&gt;, with Amy Poehler, no less. Not bad for a book whose pristine spines haven't even hit shelves. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://100scopenotes.wordpress.com/2009/06/12/the-scoop-lunch-lady-moves-to-the-silver-screen-amy-poehler-to-star/"&gt;100 Scope Notes&lt;/a&gt; for the heads-up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comingsoon.net, bless their little chips, got &lt;a href="http://www.comingsoon.net/news/movienews.php?id=56532"&gt;a couple of production stills from "Beastly,"&lt;/a&gt; adapted from the Alex Flinn novel of the same name. The stills are of the main character, played by Alex Pettyfer, in before and after mode. Not bad, makeup department. Not at all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of casting, we know that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games &lt;/span&gt;is set to be a movie. &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/mitaliperkins"&gt;Mitali Perkins&lt;/a&gt; Tweet-speculates: Would you cast &lt;a href="http://blogs.orlandosentinel.com/entertainment_tv_tvblog/2008/08/nickelodeon-gro.html"&gt;this girl&lt;/a&gt; as Katniss Everdeen? Actually, I would. There's a look about her eyes that makes me reluctant to be in a brutal reality show fighting for my life if she's there too. Who else would you like to see in that arena? (Let me emphasize--there has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; announcement about casting and I know nothing. Mere speculation.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ooo! Speaking of wildly popular YA novels being adapted: the lowdown from Scott Westerfeld on &lt;a href="http://scottwesterfeld.com/blog/?p=1058"&gt;the progress of the possible &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uglies &lt;/span&gt;movie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In news of the weird, USA Today posted a &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/life/movies/news/2009-06-22-wonderland-art_N.htm"&gt;first look at the Tim Burton-led Alice in Wonderland movie&lt;/a&gt;. It's very . . . Burton-esque. I swear I see something slithering in that foliage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, there's this very hee!-worthy post from PopWatch &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://popwatch.ew.com/.a/6a00d8341bf6c153ef011570324424970c-800wi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 227px;" src="http://popwatch.ew.com/.a/6a00d8341bf6c153ef011570324424970c-800wi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about the &lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/popwatch/2009/06/new-harry-potter-posters-love-jealousy-betrayal.html"&gt;style of the new Harry Potter posters&lt;/a&gt;, which seem to be less about You-Know-Who and more about Gushy Stuff, Like, Ewwwwwwwww! Meg Cabot &lt;a href="http://www.megcabot.com/diary/?p=847"&gt;reacts hilariously here&lt;/a&gt;, including a not-to-be-missed discussion of brooms. Yes, really. Somewhere (I can't remember where now!), it was posited that this switch in focus is due to the popularity of the Vampires Who Must Not Be Named and their accompanying clinchy posters. You have to admit, the Potter posters are surprisingly heavy on what were, at best, some of the book's B-plots. I kinda want to poke Ron in the stomach to see if he'll deflate. I also want to take Lavender by the hand and lead her gently off a cliff. She's so busy gazing starry-eyed at Won-Won that she won't notice a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726665-7886920927258262204?l=bloodyyank.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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She knows that her father, the Colonel, is the wisest and most capable man in the world, and her eighteen-year-old brother TJ isn't far behind. She knows that the war in Vietnam is justified and the U.S. Army is the finest and best organization in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to her surprise, when her brother TJ enlists, it's their dad who tries to talk him out of it. She doesn't understand why, but this disconnect between the two most important men in her life is the first chink in her certainty about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When T.J. does get to Vietnam, he doesn't send back descriptions of war games or adventures, at least not to her. Their parents get monotonous letters about bad food and huge bugs, but Jamie only gets a roll of film each time, with the request to develop them herself. As she learns the fine art of developing pictures, she finds pictures of jungle and soldier boys with beer and scruffy mascot pups. But she also discovers pictures of wounded soldiers, of fear and uncertainty and the grinding horrors of war. And always at least once in each roll, the moon, the ever-changing, barely understood moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of a summer, she begins to understand that nobody, least of all T.J. or the Colonel, has all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Did I Hype?: Frances O'Roark Dowell is one of those unusual authors who writes realistic boys and girls, light and serious, and yet her books never feel like a stretch. She just writes the story that's there and handles it ably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live-Up-to-the-Hype Score: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like another recent read of mine, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Georgie's Moon,&lt;/span&gt; this book deals with the Vietnam War on the home front, but not with the ferocious anti-war scene. It would be interesting to do a three-book study, combining an antiwar-protest novel with those two in order to span different views of the same tumultuous time period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The switch from blind faith to questions happened a little fast for me, but it's a short book, and the seeds for the conversion are planted early and steadily. I thought for sure that the climax of the novel would be T.J.'s death, but I should have trusted Dowell, who chooses a quieter method to finally shatter Jamie's certainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try this for a quiet, contemplative novel about the slow realization that growing up doesn't mean getting all the answers, but only more questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726665-6530521621127713726?l=bloodyyank.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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Everyone's family is like that. They live in submission to the Prophet and devotion to God. They don't go outside the compound and they don't put themselves in the way of Satan, personified by TV, immodest clothing, and anything unrelated to the Scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, Kyra's discovered secret rebellions inside herself.  She wants to play the piano, read books that aren't from the Bible, and choose who she wants to marry--preferably sweet and cute Joshua Johnson, only three years her senior. She hopes and prays that God will smile on her desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the news that she has been chosen as the seventh wife of her uncle, who is in his sixties. This isn't a request, but a command straight from the Prophet. Her father, Joshua, even the kindly bookmobile driver all do their best for her, but in the end, the only one who can save Kyra is Kyra herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Did I Hype?: Another book that's been all over. The ARC that I got had 6 full pages of assorted praise, plus the inside front cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live-Up-to-the-Hype Score: 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this book, Carol Lynch Williams pretty much hits all the obligatory elements for the tale of a rebellious girl-child in an oppressive patriarchal culture. Secret reading? Check. Escalating brutality cloaked in religious dogma? Check. Unsuitable love interest that just causes more trouble when inevitably discovered? Check. Eventual rescue of self? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does it well, however, with strong characterizations and increasingly dark plot points. My favorite element was the way she shows, through the characters of Joshua and Father, how men and boys are as trapped in polygamist cultures as their mothers, wives, and sisters. Also, the warm family circle that surrounds Kyra makes her reluctance to leave and her fear of the lonely unknown more plausible than it otherwise might be. Kyra herself is a nearly pitch-perfect mixture of fear, rebellion, ambition, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could wish there would have been more examination of the element of faith in this novel, but you can't have everything, and really that's just my thing. With the current interest in polygamist cultures, this book isn't going to sit on the shelf for long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726665-3604001025621017715?l=bloodyyank.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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