Here’s the thing—I created this blog as a resource to help parents find good books for their kids. And then… I was a very bad parent to this website. You can still find a lot of great recommendations here and some of my favorite things I’ve ever written can be found on this site, but I had to walk away from it. Why?

Well, I was very unceremoniously laid off from the publishing industry a few years ago and, at the time, the last thing I wanted to do was talk about books anymore. Books were a painful subject, I lost my connection to the library community, and, yeah, I couldn’t do it.

So I took a break and let this fun experiment sit on the shelf for a while. And it sat… and sat… and sat.

It will probably still sit for a while longer (if I’m being honest), but I decided to finally post this and officially let any reader who accidentally stumbles onto this site that we’re on a break.

Things are good. I have a great new career, the family is happy and healthy, etc.

And I’ve slowly found my way back to books again.

In case you’re wondering, my daughter—who inspired this whole site—is now 14 YEARS OLD. (OMG.)

She’s still a voracious reader. Her favorite book right now is Y the Last Man by Brian K. Vaughan and Pia Guerra.

Also, she just got her very first real-life job.

Guess where?

A LIBRARY.

So, I might be a delinquent landlord to this place, but yeah…

… it was worth it.

How good is Lane Smith’s Grandpa Green ? I brought this up when I wrote about Mo Willems a while back, but there are a few children’s book creators who are so consistently good that their continuing excellence almost starts to seem commonplace. You find yourself expecting it – “What? Another Kate DiCamillo triumph? About time. I expect nothing less…” (Cut to entitled parent rolling their eyes and tagging their latest Tweets with #firstworldproblems.)

Grandpa Green by Lane Smith

Lane Smith is one of those creators that my family completely takes for granted. We are huge fans of his work as an author and illustrator across a whole slew of titles like The True Story of the Three Little Pigs, The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales, Seen Art?, Madam President, Cowboy and Octopus, Princess Hyacinth, It’s a Book… the list goes on and on. My daughter swears up and down that Smith’s The Big Elephant in the Room and The Happy Hocky Family – two books that he both wrote and illustrated – are two of the funniest books she’s ever read. And we very purposely don’t own either title, because, when we take them out from the library, she sees it as an enormous treat.

All that being said, with the regard that we have for Smith’s body of work, it’s really spectacular to know that he can still surprise us as a creator. Specifically, I’m talking about his latest picture book, Grandpa Green, a book that I think, stands as a big shift in tone for the author, but it’s a shift that pays off beautifully.

First, don’t get me wrong. It’s NO surprise that Smith, as an illustrator, has delivered another gorgeous picture book. He’s proven himself as one of the most playful and innovative artistic talents in kids lit for years, so the fact that you want to frame every page of Grandpa Green and hang them around your house isn’t an earth-shattering revelation. I will say that Grandpa Green probably most closely resembles Smith’s Princess Hyacinth, but it adds this wonderful muted palette of greens and grays to an organic storytelling world that Smith creates out of an intricate and beautiful topiary garden. The ways that Smith is able to express emotion, memory, and the passage of time through the composition of this living, breathing garden is really something to behold.

Smith’s topiary wonderland is amazing

For me, the big surprise of Grandpa Green is the emotional punch that Smith delivers as an author. Smith has always been funny and painfully clever – see It’s a Book as a prime example – but Grandpa Green has a much, much deeper emotional core than any of his previous books. The premise is heartfelt and elegant – a young boy recounts the life of his great-grandfather as he wanders through a topiary garden that collects some of his great-grandfather’s treasured memories. We see a shrub sculpted to remind us of “Grandpa Green” as a baby, another sculpted as a tribute to his first kiss, another representing his service in World War II, and another series of meticulously-designed garden creations curated into a loving tribute to his wife. We follow Grandpa Green’s great-grandson as he lovingly walks through the garden, touring through his grandpa’s memories and collecting his misplaced gardening tools.

Grandpa Green doesn’t ignore aging, but it doesn’t make it scary either.

In many ways, Grandpa Green reminds me a lot of Pixar’s Up. Both works are about relationships between generations and how the elderly and the young interact and deal with memory. Grandpa Green isn’t as gut-punchingly sad as that first 10 minute montage from Up – you get the impression that Grandpa Green doesn’t have many regrets (good for him) – but I do love how both works portray the elderly as living, dynamic people. In my experience, most of the children’s books that I’ve encountered that deal with the relationship between children and the elderly all veer into Nana Upstairs and Nana Downstairs territory – namely, the relationship is all about the child coming to terms with the fact that the old person is either going to die or has just died.

(Spoiler Alert – There is no death in Grandpa Green, but it does address the passing of time and effects of aging on memory.) Grandpa Green, on the other hand, creates this really wonderful garden landscape where the great-grandson takes on several roles – he’s the narrator, he’s a gardener in training, he’s an assistant, friend, and admirer of his grandpa – and revels in his grandfather’s accomplishments.

This is a fantastic book, particularly if your child has elderly grandparents or friends who play a big role in their life. Because not every kids’ book about old people has to be about how they’re going to die any day now. On the contrary, in Grandpa Green, Lane Smith has created a book that really celebrates aging, memory, and the relationship between the old and young in an extremely positive, emotional, and achingly beautiful way.

[Note: I had a chance to get Lane Smith to sign my advance reader’s copy of Grandpa Green in New Orleans a few years ago and he included this quick sketch of Grandpa Green, which I absolutely love.]

My very own Grandpa Green…

THE DETAILS ON GRANDPA GREEN:

AGE RANGE: Five and up, but it made a great bedtime book for a four-year-old in our family.

PAGE COUNT: 32 pages

AUTHOR WEB SITE: Here’s the link to Smith’s website, which has some great art, videos, and archived blog projects showcasing more art and the fantastic “Curious Pages” blog, which highlights recommended inappropriate books for kids. I do wish there was more information on his individual titles, but, eh, I’ll take what I can get.

BUY IT, BORROW IT, OR FORGET IT?: It’s definitely good enough to buy and would make a great gift book for any friend with elderly family members in their life or, heck, even just any parent or kid who was really into gardening. They will DROOL over the garden of Grandpa Green.

IF YOU LIKED GRANDPA GREEN, YOU MIGHT ALSO LIKE:

• Pixar’s Up – OK, I realize that this isn’t a reading suggestion, but I’m a big fan of multimedia advisory (a.k.a. pointing out the connections between books, movies, music, video games, etc.) and Up and Grandpa Green definitely share some similar DNA. I just love seeing a kid and a grandpa figure having a relationship where both sides benefit and neither brings up the fact “So… you’re going to die soon, right?”

I love the variety of book spines on my kid’s bookshelf…

I’ve never been a big fan of lists like “50 Books Your Kid HAS to Read” or “The 100 Best Children’s Books OF ALL TIME.” Typically, they make my blood pressure spike, tossing me between joy (“Ooh, good pick!”) and rage (“No Sylvester and the Magic Pebble? Those Philistines!”), and I spend more time debating their selection criteria and omissions than enjoying their recommendations. That said, I do think there are certain TYPES of books that every kid should be exposed to, the kinds of books that truly introduce them to the best of what the written word has to offer.

Here are my (very subjective) picks for the EIGHT essential kinds of books that every kid should have in their home library:

BOARD BOOKS

Board books are more of a format than a literary genre, but their impact can be profound. They are the training wheels of literature. They can be given to crazy little toddlers and those ankle-biters can browse them, chew on them, do whatever they want with them, and those thick cardboard pages will ENDURE. They teach kids that books are there to stay AND they allow their chubby little fingers to perfect the art of the page flip, which is possibly the greatest technical innovation in the history of reading. (Sorry, eReaders, but you can’t compete with the awesome power of the perfectly-placed page turn.)

MYTHOLOGY

Our world has a ridiculously rich and involved cultural history and it would be a shame not to introduce your child to it at a young age. And I’m not just talking about Greek Myths, which, granted, can have a bit too much god/animal coupling for young readers. I’m talking about the stories, the BIG STORIES, that everyone in our world knows. The Boy Who Cried Wolf, Cinderella, Noah and the Flood, Scheherazade’s One Thousand and One Nights, stories of Anansi, King Arthur, Superman, and Strega Nona – the foundational stories. The stories that are referenced throughout every other story your kids will be reading for the rest of their lives. That foundation HAS to be laid somewhere and it should start at home.

BOOKS YOU LOVED AS A KID

Yes, you can’t expect that your child will have the exact same taste as you do, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try to share your favorite books with your kid. At the very least, it will show them what it looks like when a book truly has a profound effect on a person, when a book is treasured and loved. And who knows? They may surprise you.

BOOKS THAT SUIT THEIR PERSONALITY

This may be hard to hear, but, if your kids love talking about farts, burps, and boogers, you should buy them some books about farts, burps, and boogers. That doesn’t mean that you should ONLY let them read about what they want, but, if you really want your child to enjoy reading, they have to know that their interests are represented in the books they read, even if those interests are completely incomprehensible.

Reading only one kind of book is boring…

POETRY

I know a lot of adults who don’t enjoy reading poetry personally, but I can’t stress enough how powerful poetry can be for young readers. If normal prose is a Volvo, poetry is a Lamborghini – it takes language, floors the accelerator, and really shows you what words can do. Poets like Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein teach kids that, when assembled correctly, even in ways that don’t seem to make sense, words can make a person feel a ridiculously deep range of emotions, and kids LOVE THAT.

NONFICTION BOOKS

Because kids can’t learn about the world from the internet alone. Because the internet won’t stay still. Because kids always know that they’re one click away from a video of monkey peeing into its own mouth. But nonfiction books, the best kind, offer the real world to a child as a beautifully-wrapped gift and allow them explore and peruse and ponder at their own pace. Atlases, shark books, histories, biographies, encyclopedias, and collections of oddities – they all take kids by the hand and introduce them to the weird, wonderful world in a way that a web page simply can’t replace.

BOOKS THAT ARE TOO OLD FOR THEM

A kid can’t survive on Goodnight Moon alone. Eventually, every kid is going to be ready for the next step in their reading evolution and it’s a good idea to have some of those books handy. Because reading should be aspirational. Kids should want to master board books, so they can move up to picture books, so they can graduate to chapter books, and so on. And having those books in your house as a target, as a goal, as something to be coveted, can be really motivating to a young child in a positive way. You want to read Harry Potter one day? Let’s work on getting there together…

BLANK BOOKS

An early notebook. My daughter’s handwriting is marginally better now…

One of the best gifts I ever gave my daughter was a blank notebook. Because that notebook was an invitation — an invitation to write her own stories. An invitation that said she had just as much potential to write something great as ANY other author on her bookshelf. All she had to do was try. Sometimes she writes about her day, sometimes she writes terrible fan-fiction, sometimes she writes nonsense. But, every time she writes anything, she’s learning how to use her tools. She’s learning how stories are made and, in my experience, that connection to the written word only makes her love reading all the more.

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There are many other kinds of books that I love sharing with my kid – picture books, comic books, funny books, sad books, photography books – but most of them fall into one of the eight categories I’ve listed above. They’re all variations on universal themes and introducing those themes to my daughter has been one of the most satisfying parts of being a parent.

April 2nd is International Children’s Book Day, an annual event that celebrates reading, literacy, and the million-and-a-half wonderful things about children’s literature. So, as I was trying to think of something to say on the topic (that I haven’t already said), I kept coming back to one recurring thought – I LOVE READING IN BED.

I do. I really do.

Normally, when we read in bed, we’re both in our pajamas and firmly tucked in, but we don’t invite photographers to those events…

I don’t think beds get enough credit from the publishing industry. They are the IDEAL environments for reading, particularly for reading with your kids. Case in point: There’s a new start-up company in New York, Casper, which sells mattresses made of latex and memory foam – a friend has one and digs it. But the thing that I LOVE about this company that is they not only send you your bed, but, with each mattress, they send you a book to read IN your new bed. (And you can sign-up for email bedtime reading updates on their site too.) They KNOW that their mattresses have more than one use.

I think that’s genius. I mean, I know that’s ultimately just a marketing campaign, but it’s a GREAT ONE. Why don’t more people market books and beds together? Beds and books should always be seen as symbiotic entities. Yes, my kid reads everywhere — at the breakfast table, on the toilet, on a shelf in one of our closets that she calls her “reading nook.” Reading isn’t only for bedtime, BUT some of our best, most memorable reading moments have occurred in bed.

When I bought the final Harry Potter book the morning it was released, I retreated into our guest room, sprawled out on the bed, and only came out for bathroom breaks and to loudly annoy my wife with comments like “OH MY GOD, YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE WHO JUST DIED!” When I was first introducing our infant daughter to books, we started in our rocker next to the crib (which was intimate and amazing), but I still remember the day she got her first big-girl bed and I could finally squeeze into it with her and read a pile of our favorite picture books until I could feel her fall asleep on my right shoulder. (Her side of the bed is right, mine is left. No idea why, but we never deviate.)

My daughter has been introduced to Hogwarts, Narnia, Oz, and thousands of other precious literary landscapes in her little twin bed, with a hodgepodge pile of pillows behind us, her discounted Muppets sheets from Target below us, and her fire-engine red IKEA desk-lamp next to us, giving us just enough mood lighting to always try for “one chapter more.”

You’ll see a lot of talk online about the importance of creating safe reading spaces for kids and I couldn’t agree more. Kids needs places where they really feel comfortable to curl up with a good book and let themselves explore. But, personally, I think beds are often overlooked as reading spaces, which is a shame. Not only are beds comfortable – sometimes they’re too comfortable and you do more sleeping than reading (I get that criticism) – but they also represent these inviting, safe places, where we spend almost a quarter of our lives. We’re open in bed, we relax in bed, we let our guards down in bed.

Those are just a few of the reasons why bedtime reading with your kids is so important. It’s that symbiotic relationship between bed and books. Lying in bed can make you more open to the ideas, images, and emotions of a book, BUT the right book can also act as the perfect guide into a really restful night of sleep. The rhythms of reading are soothing – they can both expand your mind and relax it. Reading in bed can either give you a mental workout that knocks you out or it can give you a mental massage that lulls you into a deep, deep sleep. I will say that, without a doubt, my daughter always, ALWAYS sleeps better if we read to her before bed.

So, for International Children’s Book Day, here’s what I want you to do – Grab a children’s book, an old favorite, and read it in bed tonight. If you have kids, great. Revisit a classic with them and enjoy the togetherness. If you don’t have kids, no big deal. Find one of your childhood favorites and just try to lose yourself in the images and cadences and the memories of reading in your pajamas.

OH, and, if you are a parent, make sure that your kid has enough pillows, a good bed-side lamp, and a flashlight, so they can keep reading long after you told them to stop. (Some things are more important than sleep.)

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WHAT IF YOU CAN’T THINK OF A GOOD BOOK TO READ AT BEDTIME?

Fair question. Here are a few of my favorite bedtime kids’ books. Some are soothing, some are beautiful, some are uproariously funny and actually wake your kid up, which sounds counter-productive (which it is), but it’s a whole lot of fun too…

My Friends by Taro Gomi
The Monster at the End of This Book by Jon Stone, illustrated by Mike Smollin
Frankenstein Makes a Sandwich by Adam Rex
The Book with No Pictures by B.J. Novak
Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? by Bill Martin, Jr., illustrated by Eric Carle
The Dot and Ish by Peter H. Reynolds
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst, illustrated by Ray Cruz
17 Things I’m Not Allowed to Do Anymore by Jenny Offill, illustrated by Nancy Carpenter
Imogene’s Antlers by David Small
Bats at the Library by Brian Lies

And here are some posts that collect lists of really awesome bedtime books, all of which have the word “great” in the title. (Apparently, I need to read a thesaurus at bedtime.)

Five Great Board Books That Aren’t Goodnight Moon or The Runaway Bunny
Six Great Books That Can Help Your Kid Learn to Appreciate Art
Great Starter Books for Your Best Friends’ Baby

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Full disclosure: I didn’t receive any money or anything for mentioning Casper at the top of this article. (I wish I did.) They sent me an email about their bedtime reading initiative and a friend bought one of their mattresses and told me about the book thing, which, again, is just a genius idea.

Oh, the things your child will bring home from school…

I just had a 20-minute conversation with my daughter about who would win in a fight between Darth Vader and Yoda and it was, honest to god, part of her homework. (Let’s give it up for public schools, nerds.) The debate was inspired by a book called Star Wars Head-to-Head: The 30 Wildest Matchups You’ve Never Seen! by Pablo Hidalgo, and I’m not sure if I want to throw the book in the garbage or give it a teen movie-style slow clap to acknowledge it as a subversive masterpiece.

My daughter is in first grade and her class has a daily homework reading program called “Book in a Bag.” Every day, she comes home with a new book (in a bag!) that she’s supposed to read with us that night. After she reads it on her own, we have to decide if the book was “Easy”, “Just Right,” or “Hard” for her to read and fill out an attached form. It’s a good concept, though the books my daughter brings home sometimes can leave a lot of be desired. Occasionally, she’ll bring home a familiar gem (The Princess and the Pizza!), but often, she’s bringing home phonics-focused easy readers that are way too easy for her or she’s bringing home media tie-in books (My Little Pony, Star Wars, etc.) that just seem designed to lure kids away from legitimate works of literature. (Or at least that’s how it feels sometimes, said the grumpy dad with his own kid lit blog.)

But I totally understand why my daughter’s teacher includes those titles in the book-in-a-bag program. Yes, they might not be well written, but the kids love them. They gravitate towards those books and, since those titles appeal to their basest lizard-brain impulses, they feel a sense of ownership when they pick them out and get excited about reading them. I get it. Most of them suck, but I get it. They’re dessert reading. And every kid is entitled to dessert occasionally, right? Just not all the time. Dessert all the time just leads to sloth, rot, and general queasiness. So, if my kid comes home with a Star Wars book from school, it’s no big deal, provided that she realizes that we’re reading Shel Silverstein or Maurice Sendak at bedtime to balance out her diet.

I refuse to acknowledge the validity of this duel…

That being said, we actually had a very fun time going through Star Wars Head-to-Head: The 30 Wildest Matchups You’ve Never Seen last night. Granted, it’s not the easiest book for a kid to read on their own – each page is set up as stats page for various characters and vehicles, so there’s a lot of small type metadata for kids to sort through. (Did you know that Darth Vader’s height/weight is 2.02 meters/136 kilograms? I do now.) However, the concept of the book is extremely easy to grasp. On each two-page spread, two characters or vehicles are featured and the book essentially asks the question, “Between these two contestants, who would win in a fight?”

Yoda vs. Vader? Obi-Wan vs. Boba Fett? Luke vs. Anakin? Jawa vs. Ewok? Star Destroyer vs. Trade Federation Battleship?

And, as much as I hate to admit this, that simple concept inspired a night of very entertaining, very detailed theoretical debate between my daughter and I, a result that I wasn’t expecting at all.

OK, Billy Dee Williams should be legitimately upset about this.

Maybe I’m just used to the normal kid’s book media tie-in methodology where the book just clumsily retells a story that was previously told better in another medium. But, at its core, Star Wars Head-to-Head has an infinitely more engaging mission. It’s a book designed to be a discussion starter. Yes, it’s filled with clumsy instruction manual-esque prose and photoshopped artwork, but every two-page spread is actually asking its reader a question – “Which one would you pick?” And that one simple question turns those readers into active participants with the book.

And then, at the bottom of every spread, Star Wars Head-to-Head doubles down on its concept and says “Who wins? See page 64” (an act that I call “pulling an Encyclopedia Brown“). The decision by the author to declare a winner in each battle cleverly opens up yet another avenue for debate. My daughter and I spent half the time debating each other and the other half debating whether the author was a genius or an idiot.

Granted, none of these were the Lincoln-Douglas debates, but we were obviously both getting pretty worked up about the match-ups. When the author declared that Jango Fett would win in a fight against Han Solo, I bellowed, “WRONG, WRONG, WRONG! Solo always wins!” (The author bases his sole argument on the fact that Jango’s son Boba Fett caught Solo in Empire Strikes Back, even though Boba Fett only caught him because he brought Darth Vader and the whole Empire as back-up and… dear lord, I’m still mad about it.) My daughter also got very into her own arguments, swearing up and down that a Ewok could take down a Jawa (“Jawas only know about droids, not spears, Dad!”) or that a Gungan could easily defeat a Tusken Raider (“They have purple electric balls they can throw! They have to win!”)

I should also note that when the book asked who would win in a battle between the Millennium Falcon and Darth Maul’s Sith Infiltrator ship, I turned to my daughter and said, “Just so you know, if they don’t say that the Falcon wins, I’m throwing this book in the garbage and I’ll reimburse your teacher for it.” And, fortunately for the book-in-the-bag program, the correct answer was on page 64.

This match-up… I’m pretty sure this is the “Star Wars” equivalent of racist, right?

I’m basically taking two lessons away from our reading of Star Wars Head-to-Head:

1. Media tie-in books CAN be entertaining if they try to do something different than just rehashing and re-adapting stories that already exist. If you want to get kids excited about reading, just showing them their favorite movie or TV characters going through the motions isn’t going to accomplish that. They have to use those characters for a different purpose

2. If you want to engage a young reader, books that inspire discussion and/or debate can be an amazing tool in your repertoire as a parent. Think about people you know who are really, really passionate about certain topics. It could be a political cause, it could be fantasy football, or it could be all about the inherent flaws/triumphs of Ridley Scott’s Prometheus. Those people read up on their favorite topics again and again because, on some level, they want to be able to engage in informed debate around those topics. So, using books to start a debate with your kid about something they really love (Legos, princesses, etc) might be a good way to really get them reading more actively in the future.

BUT – I can already hear some of you saying – “My kid doesn’t like Star Wars.” Or “I don’t like Star Wars.” Or “I’m not ready to give up the fight against mass-produced media tie-in crap yet.”

And I totally respect that. While I will begrudgingly admit that we had a lot of fun with Star Wars Head-to-Head, I would never call it a “great book.” It’s clunky, it reads like marketing copy in parts, and our reading of it was greatly enhanced by my own knowledge of Star Wars lore. This is not a book for everyone.

However, if you are looking for a kid’s book that will inspire debate AND is also a quality work of children’s literature, I think I have just the book for you. It’s a picture book called Which Would You Rather Be?, written by William Steig and illustrated by Harry Bliss.

Get ready for some weird, wonderful discussions with your kid…

Steig, you may know, as the legendary children’s author behind Shrek, Sylvester and the Magic Pebble (one of the best books ever), Pete’s a Pizza, and a whole host of other kid’s classics. Harry Bliss is the fantastic cartoonist and illustrator responsible for the comic strip “Bliss”, some epic New Yorker cartoons, and growing selection of wonderful children’s books. (His original picture book Bailey and his illustrations for Doreen Cronin’s Diary of a Worm series are particular favorites in our house.)

Which Would You Rather Be? is their tremendous picture book collaboration that stands as one of my daughter’s favorite titles to check out from the library. The premise is pure, brilliant simplicity. A rabbit asks a boy and a girl “Which Would You Rather Be?” and then presents them with a laundry list of options.

Which would you rather be? A stick or a stone? An elbow or a knee? A cat or a dog?

The list goes on and on. Soon, you’ll find yourself asking your kid if they’d rather be a flute or a tuba, candy or cake, a moon or a sun? And that’s all it takes. Those silly, simple questions can start HOURS of conversations with your kid, if you’re really willing to discuss the options with them. My daughter got so wrapped up in trying to figure out the pros and cons of each option that we actually had to stop reading Which Would You Rather Be? at bedtime because she wouldn’t stop talking about it and go to sleep.

So, if you’re apathetic about the idea of debating pop culture with your kid, Which Would You Rather Be? is an amazing picture book alternative for inspiring wider debates with your child. It’s an exceptionally fun book to read aloud, the illustrations are sparse and beautiful, it has a much broader appeal than Star Wars Head-to-Head, and it has a terrific creative pedigree behind it. What more could you ask for?

(A million dollars or a new car? A two-month vacation or rocket-skates? Han Solo beating up Jango Fett or Han Solo beating up Jango AND Boba Fett? The options are endless…)

I’ve got big news for Harry Potter fans. Some of you may have read my earlier post (“Why Detroit Is the Perfect Home for Ilvermorny”), which collected my arguments for why I thought that the Motor City would make an ideal location for J.K. Rowling’s recently announced North American wizarding school. Well, my daughter and I were so eager to get our theory confirmed that we took a drive down to Detroit to see if we could find any evidence of Ilvermorny. And guess what? WE FOUND IT!

You could see Ilvermorny all over the Motown and we had a terrific time checking out the classrooms, the library, the Great Hall – what a school!

I posted the first batch of our Ilvermorny pictures on my Instagram account and I’ve collected some of the best ones below. I have even more to share, so keep checking back to see more snapshots from our amazing school visit. (You can read more of my Ilvermorny theories and tweets, if you follow the #ilvermorny hashtag on Twitter.)

And, fellow Detroiters, if you have additional photographic evidence that Ilvermorny is, in fact, in our beloved city, please share links to the pictures in the comments below. I know the “official” announcement of Ilvermorny’s location hasn’t been made yet, but I am really proud to see so much evidence of the noble wizarding tradition in my hometown. I think Detroit would be (and is) a great home for Ilvermorny.

We have photographic PROOF that Detroit is the home of Ilvermorny, JK Rowling’s recently announced North American wizard school. We visited the campus of #Ilvermorny today and it was amazing! Here’s the main building, cleverly disguised from Muggles. And we have a lot more to share. #HarryPotter #Ilvermorny #Detroit #detroitisilvermorny #HarryPotter #jkrowling @pottermore

A photo posted by Tom B. (@buildingalibrary) on Feb 5, 2016 at 6:00pm PST

Our next stop on Detroit’s Ilvermorny campus was the East Hall — this is where the first years take their history of magic and transfiguration classes #detroitisilvermorny #Ilvermorny #HarryPotter #jkrowling #Detroit #detroitisilvermorny @pottermore

A photo posted by Tom B. (@buildingalibrary) on Feb 5, 2016 at 6:04pm PST

This is the potions classroom. The Ilvermorny professors are much nicer than Snape or Slughorn #HarryPotter #detroitisilvermorny #Ilvermorny #Detroit #jkrowling @pottermore

A photo posted by Tom B. (@buildingalibrary) on Feb 5, 2016 at 6:06pm PST

Took a break in between classes to catch up on our “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.” Ilvermorny’s Detroit campus has a fantastic library #fantasticbeastsandwheretofindthem #Ilvermorny #detroitisilvermorny #jkrowling #Detroit #HarryPotter

A photo posted by Tom B. (@buildingalibrary) on Feb 5, 2016 at 6:09pm PST

One reason why we’re glad Ilvermorny is in Detroit: It has a remarkable series of Herbology greenhouses. Neville Longbottom would be in heaven #Ilvermorny #Detroit #detroitisilvermorny #HarryPotter #jkrowling @pottermore

A photo posted by Tom B. (@buildingalibrary) on Feb 5, 2016 at 6:12pm PST

Muggles think this train station is a ruin, but that’s all thanks to a clever enchantment. It’s really where students catch the Ilvermorny Express… #HarryPotter #Ilvermorny #detroitisilvermorny #Detroit #jkrowling @pottermore

A photo posted by Tom B. (@buildingalibrary) on Feb 5, 2016 at 6:18pm PST

Did you know that Detroit has it’s own magical passage to Diagonal Alley? We picked up some great wizard swag during our trip to Ilvermorny #jkrowling #Detroit #detroitisilvermorny #Ilvermorny #HarryPotter #diagonalley @pottermore

A photo posted by Tom B. (@buildingalibrary) on Feb 5, 2016 at 6:21pm PST

They weren’t serving dinner in the Great Hall during our visit. The house elves had cleared it out for a SPEW meeting. Glad to see Detroit still supporting union labor #Ilvermorny #Detroit #HarryPotter #detroitisilvermorny #jkrowling @pottermore

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You can find the secret passage to the fourth-year common room behind this unbelievably cool painting. The password is “Detroit vs Everybody.” #Ilvermorny #Detroit #detroitisilvermorny #HarryPotter #jkrowling @pottermore

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We got lost in the halls of Detroit’s Ilvermorny campus and had to cast a locator spell to get out. We felt like such first-year noobs… #Ilvermorny #detroitisilvermorny #Detroit #HarryPotter #jkrowling @pottermore

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The astronomy tower at Ilvermorny's Detroit campus is very cool. Think wizard steampunk. Perfect for the modern student of Divination #Ilvermorny #detroitisilvermorny #Detroit #jkrowling #HarryPotter (Be sure to check out our other pics from our visit to JK Rowling's North American wizarding school) @pottermore

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We visited the Owlery during our visit to Ilvermorny's Detroit campus and mailed our local bookie our #SuperBowl pics. The Chudley Cannons are playing tonight, right? (Be sure to check out our other pictures from our visits to #Ilvermorny!) #Detroit #detroitisilvermorny #HarryPotter #jkrowling @pottermore

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We found a secret passage in Ilvermorny's west wing, thanks to our Marauder's Map. Is this the way to Detroit's Room of Requirement? (Check out our other pics from our visit to JK Rowling's North American wizarding school — located in #Detroit!) #HarryPotter #jkrowling #detroitisilvermorny

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Ack! Ilvermorny has its own Chamber of Secrets! Retreat! #Ilvermorny #HarryPotter #jkrowling #detroitisilvermorny #Detroit

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That is one big pensieve! Ilvermorny features the biggest memory-collecting pensieve on the continent. We go big in Detroit #HarryPotter #Ilvermorny #detroitisilvermorny #jkrowling #Detroit

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What's the secret location of Ilvermorny, the North American equivalent of Harry Potter's Hogwarts? It's in DETROIT. Don't believe me? Well, check out the series of pictures my daughter and I took during our trip there last week. There are traces of Ilvermorny all over the Motor City, if you know where to look. You can see the full gallery on my Instagram page or on BuildingaLibrary.com (now updated with new pics!) #HarryPotter #detroitisilvermorny #jkrowling #Detroit @pottermore

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It looks like Detroit architecture to me…

Last week, Pottermore, the official website for all things Harry Potter, announced the existence of FOUR previously unmentioned, international wizarding schools. We learned about the Brazilian school of Castelobruxo, Africa’s esteemed Uagadou school, and Japan’s magical academy, Mahoutokoro – all with new descriptions penned by J.K. Rowling herself. We also learned the name of the long-awaited North American Wizarding School – Ilvermorny – though Pottermore hasn’t released Rowling’s description of the school or the school’s location yet.

All we got was a name and an illustration of the school, shrouded in clouds, hovering above the Great Lakes region. And, as an impatient fanboy, that got me excited, because I’m from the Great Lakes region. Specifically, I’m from Detroit, one of the most notorious and misunderstood cities in North America, and I personally think that Detroit would make a TREMENDOUS home for Ilvermorny. I really do. I think that wizarding academy has been here all along.

J.K. Rowling might prove me wrong in a few days, but, in the meantime, I took to Twitter today to make my case for why Detroit would be the idea home for Ilvermorny, and I think I have a few decent points. If you agree, chime into the discussion and show me your reasoning. If you disagree (philistine!), tell me why Ilvermorny exists anywhere else.

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Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: It appears to be a ruin to Muggles, but people in the know can see what it really is.

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: Guess who died in Detroit? Harry Houdini. Vengeful wizards didn't like a non-maj trying to debunk them

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: Have you ever been inside the Detroit Institute of Arts? Those paintings talk, man.

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: Famous case of a Detroit teacher breaking up a classroom fight with a broom. It was a Nimbus 2000.

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: Detroit education could really, really use a win, @jk_rowling. Just sayin'…

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: Detroit makes magical things. We're makers, tinkerers. We're experts at making the abstract real.

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: Because my daughter is 9 now and, with that easy commute, I could see her all the time.

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: Detroit exists on the border between the US and Canada, so we're a good North America-centric location

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: We have huge empty swaths of land and, if you said there was a wizarding school there, I'd believe you

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: Take a look at the lobby of the Guardian Building. Not the work of Muggles: https://t.co/2v69TQa7IU

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: Our close access to the Great Lakes makes it simple for Durmstrang students to visit.

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: The GAR Building REALLY looks like that @pottermore picture — https://t.co/qNSetbcYsN @pottermore

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Yeah, it’s a stretch, but it’s not out of the question, right?

@BuildaLibrary I'm choosing to believe that Ilvermorny is in the secret sub-basement of the @DetroitLibrary.

— Valerie Sobczak (@valerieclaires) February 1, 2016

@BuildaLibrary Just the public side of DPL is gorgeous, and can you imagine the kind of magic that goes on in there?!

— Valerie Sobczak (@valerieclaires) February 1, 2016

@BuildaLibrary Also, some of the back staircases move, I'm pretty sure.

— Valerie Sobczak (@valerieclaires) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny should be in #Detroit: Have you seen the Detroit Public Library, Burton, Reuther? #Hermonie heaven! Right, @BuildaLibrary?

— Karen Dybis (@kdybis) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: Because how much would Mr. Weasley love going on the Ford Rogue Plant tour?

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Why #Ilvermorny Should Be in Detroit: The name could be a mash-up of the sILVER Bullet Band and Brand New MORNing, both Bob Seger references

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Photographic evidence that #Ilvermorny exists in #Detroit – Exhibit A (this painting guards the year 4 common room) https://t.co/gXV3636Uov

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Photographic evidence that #Ilvermorny exists in #Detroit – Exhibit B (the local branch of Gringotts is nearby) https://t.co/3xyPhT4i3x

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Photographic evidence that #Ilvermorny exists in #Detroit – Exhibit C (Because this is Detroit normal) https://t.co/ocAruJDMCz

— Tom B. (@BuildaLibrary) February 1, 2016

Crash Adams is 10 and I’m pretty sure she could kick my butt

I have a nine-year-old daughter, so every time I go into a bookstore, I am on the lookout for strong female protagonists. I spend an inordinate amount of time flipping through books that have been recommended by friends, quickly trying to evaluate their female characters, hoping that they’re active, interesting, and actually contribute something to the story. Basically, I’m trying to get a sense of whether or not the female lead will cause my daughter to pump her fist and scream “Heck yeah” or quietly shut the book and forlornly say “But she didn’t DO anything.”

Crash Adams made my daughter pump her fist.

The Adventures of Crash Adams: One Ear Returns is the first in a new, independently published middle-grade reader series by Mike Adamick. I’m a big fan of Adamick’s. He has a tremendous blog and he’s written a number of incredibly fun nonfiction books – titles like Dad’s Book of Awesome Projects, Dad’s Book of Awesome Recipes, and Dad’s Book of Awesome Science Projects.

Adamick’s nonfiction works celebrate the wonders of kids getting their hands dirty and actually making something, doing something, building things from scratch, and his first foray into fiction carries those themes over nicely. The story of One Ear Returns is simple and short, but the character is anything but.

Crash Adams is a dirt-covered, self-reliant ten-year-old girl whose family moved out to a small farm in Marin County, California a few years earlier. Crash roams the wilderness surrounding her farm with her faithful dog Zorro – who is preternaturally skilled at understanding commands – and learns as much as she can from experiencing nature firsthand.

If your kids enjoyed Rey in Star Wars: The Force Awakens, they’ll find a kindred spirit in Crash. She’s the kind of singularly capable, adventurous kid that we don’t see in many works for middle-graders. In juvenile novels, you get a lot of precocious children. You get curious and precocious kids like they’re going out of style. But Crash isn’t precocious. She’s clever and quick and hardened by experience, even though she’s only ten. She feels like a throwback, like the lead character from a Laura Ingalls Wilder book who was dropped off in modern-day California and was told that she could ditch the gingham and put on a pair of jeans.

The story opens with Crash and her dog Zorro on a rabbit hunt, and I love how Adamick doesn’t shy away from the more complicated side to hunting. In most books for middle graders, Crash would’ve been something gentler, like a photography enthusiast “hunting” for a great shot. But, instead, Adamick refuses to shy away from the reality of hunting and has his female lead carefully construct a rabbit trap and, ultimately, kill a rabbit. But Crash isn’t cruel or callous. She is incredibly pragmatic about her hunt, acknowledging that she detests hunting for sport, that she intends to prepare the rabbit for her family to eat, and that her family survives, in part, due to their ability to live off the land in this way. It might turn off some readers, but, if this rabbit hunt scene appeared in a Little House book, no one would bat an eyelash.

It’s telling that my young daughter, who hates hunting, at first yelled out from the other room “I can’t believe she’s hunting a rabbit! That’s sick,” while reading Crash Adams, but later told me “She’s really smart and not mean about her hunting.” Crash didn’t convert my daughter into a hunter, but my kid did respect how seriously she took her hunting.

The main plot of One Ear Returns kicks in when, during the rabbit hunt, Crash slowly realizes that a mountain lion is nearby. But not just any mountain lion – this is One Ear, a lion that attacked Crash months earlier, leaving her with a large scar. Thus, the hunt storyline flips from predator to prey as this ten-year-old girl starts sharpening sticks into spears and strategizing into how she can get out of the woods alive.

That feels really intense for a ten year old, right? This is one of the reasons why I kind of love Crash Adams. In the world of iPhones and CCTV cameras on every street corner, it feels so strange to read about a young girl alone in the woods with only her dog and her wits to keep her alive. But it’s strange in a good way. Because this isn’t a scary story – Crash isn’t neglected or abused in any way. Crash is loving it. She’s in her element. She is constantly testing herself, on her own, completely alone, and learning from her experiences. Kids don’t get to do that very often in today’s world, and my daughter found it, frankly, thrilling to read.

My kid liked this book so much that she immediately sat down and drew some fan art. (And, yes, she did even label the mountain lion droppings.)

And I think other girls – and boys – will have the same experience. Just because Crash is a girl that doesn’t make this a girls’ book. Crash is a hardcore kid, the kind that will make other kids say “whoa,” the kind that other kids will measure themselves against, regardless of gender.

As I mentioned before, One Ear Returns is a short, quick read. My daughter polished it off in an evening and quickly asked for more. (More volumes are on their way, apparently.) It’s the story of one tough girl, out in the woods, trying to get herself and her dog home alive.

If you have a young kid who loves to get their hands dirty – or an over-monitored kid who needs to live vicariously a little – they might really enjoy this new middle grade series. And, as a card-carrying city boy, I’m already looking forward to what I can learn next from Crash.

THE DETAILS ON THE ADVENTURES OF CRASH ADAMS:

AGE RANGE: The stated age range is 8-13, but I think most well-read, older elementary school kids would enjoy it. It falls somewhere in between chapter book and YA fiction. It’s definitely slighter and shorter than most YA – reads more like a thrilling novella or short story.

PAGE COUNT: 95 pages

RELATED WEB SITES: You can learn more about the author, Mike Adamick, here.

BUY IT, BORROW IT, OR FORGET IT?: I like this one – it’s a quick, inexpensive read. It comes from a small press, so you won’t find it at Target or Wal-Mart (yet).

I will admit – this is the very FIRST book that my daughter ever read on an e-reader. I had conflicting feelings about that (I am decidedly old-school in my reading preferences), but she seemed to enjoy the experience and I think One Ear Returns is short enough that the downsides of e-reading (eye fatigue, overwhelming aversion to Apple products, etc) didn’t have a chance to kick in. This might be a good title to test on the Kindle for your kids.

Scene of the crime…

With Father’s Day hitting this Sunday, it inevitably got me thinking about my dad, specifically about my dad and reading. My dad died when I was ten. A huge portion of my memories of my father involve watching him read. My dad read ALL THE TIME. He would take piles of books out from the library and sit on our couch, all day and night, and he would read and read and read. He would chain-smoke Benson & Hedges 100s while he read and he would never, ever return those books to the library.

NEVER.

We had mountains of past-due library books in every room in our house, topped with sliding whitecaps made from all of the overdue penalty slips that arrived in our mailbox every day, begging us to return all of the publically-owned books we were hoarding. Those slips were largely ignored.

My dad loved our local library and so did we. And the librarians loved my dad. He was well-read, charming, had an adorably thick Scottish brogue, and always treated the librarians with respect, which is ironic, given how little respect he paid the library’s return policy.

This was our preferred branch for “borrowing” books…

I have vivid memories of driving carloads and carloads of long-hoarded books down to Detroit’s main library branch after – if I’m remembering correctly – some kind of legal action was finally threatened. Fortunately, a friend who worked in the library system “fixed” the problem for us, but only after we did our best to return as many of the ill-gotten books as we could. I remember us meeting him after-hours at a side door of the main branch and just throwing what looked like hundreds of books onto carts, so he could log them back into the system and prevent the library police from taking my dad away to the overdue debtor’s prison. (At least, that was how it felt at the time.)

In retrospect, I am struck by three main thoughts about our long period of familial library larceny.

#1). That was just crazy behavior. Crazy. Seriously, who does that?

#2). I can’t help but wonder if that whole mess was even a partial inspiration behind my own desire to create such a large “bought-and-paid-for… look, I even have the receipts!” home library for my daughter.

And, #3). I wonder if that’s why I never had any books that belonged to my father.

Because, even though you could easily describe my father as a voriacious reader, after he died (which wasn’t that long after our “Great Midnight Library Return” adventure), we barely had any of “his” books left in the house. I’m a person who owns a lot of books. If you went through my bookshelves at home, you’d find an odd mix of titles, but you’d also find copies of every book that ever really MEANT something to me. So, with that in mind, it feels very odd to me that my dad, who also, apparently, treasured books, didn’t do the same thing.

Now my father grew up really poor in Scotland and we were pretty broke when I was a kid, so maybe book-ownership was just an extravagance that he simply didn’t have. Maybe he relied on public libraries completely to supply himself with books, which makes for a nomadic reading existence, because, eventually, you have to give those books back. (No matter how hard we fought to prove that rule wrong.) But it always felt unusual to me that my father, the big reader, left such a non-existent book footprint in our home. There was no “Robbie Burns Memorial Library” left on our bookshelves after he was gone. (On the flip side of that, after I die, my daughter is going to be stuck with figuring out what to do with forty different copies of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.)

BUT that book footprint got a little more distinct last year when my mother moved out of my childhood home after living there for thirty-six years. As I was helping her clean out our house, she pulled a very dusty box-set of three books off a high shelf. It was a 1965 edition of the Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien. In the decades I’d lived in that house, it was the first time I ever noticed them.

One box-set to bind them all…

“These were your dad’s,” my mom said. “They were a gift from his friends.” She opened to the title page of Return of the King and showed me the inscription – “To Robbie from the Boys – June 1973.”

My dad’s eighth-printing 1965 edition of “The Fellowship of the Ring”

“You should take them,” she said. As far as I know, these are the only books that actually belonged to my father. I mean, there are probably several thousand books in the Detroit library system that still smell of his Benson & Hedges 100s, but these are the only three books that I have that I know he actually held, read, and, presumably, loved.

It is both a good and a surreal feeling. First of all, I had NO idea that my dad was into fantasy. And maybe he wasn’t. Maybe there was just something about Tolkien he liked. And, hilariously, even though I’m the biggest geek in the tri-state area, I’ve NEVER read Tolkien myself. Not The Hobbit, not Fellowship of the Ring – not nothing. There was always just something a little too twee about Tolkien that always turned me off, even though I’ve enjoyed the Peter Jackson movies as much as the next guy.

So, this oddly-colored, worse-for-wear edition of the Lord of the Rings trilogy raises a lot more questions than it answers. What did my dad like to read? Why did “The Boys” think that the LOTR trilogy made the perfect gift for him? What was it about Tolkien that connected with him? Did he consider himself more of a Bilbo or a Gandalf? Why did he spend decades “long-term borrowing” books from the library, but felt the need to have his very own copy of Lord of the Rings?

Gotta love the subtle tie-dye coloring on the covers…

I’ll never know. But, with Father’s Day on the horizon, I think I’ll officially move the Lord of the Rings trilogy onto the “Books My Kid Will Read One Day” shelf this year. Granted, that probably also means that I’ll have to breakdown and read Tolkien myself (sigh), but maybe the reason my dad held onto the Lord of the Rings for so long was because he was keeping it on his own version of a “Books My Kid Will Read One Day” shelf.

Or maybe not. Again, I’ll never know. But the fact that I’ll be able to read these editions with my daughter one day and tell her that they once belonged to her grandfather, hopefully, that alone will make it worth the effort. At the very least, it’ll be better than stealing them from the library.

Middle-Earth and lands beyond…

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My mom is getting a pretty cool Mother’s Day gift this year…

A few months back, I got a very unusual invitation. I was asked to contribute to an anthology titled A Letter to My Mom, a book of letters written by celebrities and normal folk (like myself) in which we all take a moment to thank our moms for, well, being moms. (It was the continuation of a series started by Lisa Erspamer – the previous volumes were A Letter to My Cat and A Letter to My Dog.)

I like my mom. A lot. She has sacrificed a lot for my sister and I over the years and she loves and nurtures my daughter in the tradition of the best kind of grandparents, so I was very happy to be given such a unique opportunity to say “thanks” to her in such a public setting. (She’s really pretty great.) Well, the book was just released and it’s now on sale. I am 100% biased when I say that it would make a great Mother’s Day gift, but I’m allowed, right? It’s my first legitimate book credit.

And, oh boy, the company I get to keep in this book is SURREAL. Not only does the book collect my heartfelt letter to my mom, but it also collects letters from celebrities like Melissa Rivers, Shania Twain, will.i.am, Christy Turlington, Kristin Chenoweth, Mariel Hemingway, Josh Groban, Monica Lewinsky, Dr. Phil McGraw, Suze Orman, Kelly Osbourne, Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York… the list goes on and on.

A brief excerpt from my letter, in which I compare my mom to Keyser Soze from “The Usual Suspects”…

The book is sentimental and sweet and wears its heart on its sleeve, which is easy to do when you’re talking about people that you love. So, if you’re so inclined, seek out A Letter to My Mom. It’s a celebration of all things “mom” and I had a great time contributing to it.