The Sugar Queen

book coverThe Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen 28-year-old Josey Cirrini will never be the southern belle her mother was, or the beloved civic figure her father was before his death. She’s resigned herself to a life dedicated to caring for her domineering mother, comforting herself with a secret closet full of candy and snack cakes. (Every chapter is also named for a thematically appropriate sweet.) And then one day a trashy, outspoken woman turns up in the closet and refuses to leave. Josey recognizes Della Lee, who is clearly on the run from someone. At Della Lee’s prompting, Josey leaves the house without her mother to get a sandwich from a small sandwich shop. Chloe, the owner, is only a couple of years older than Josey. She’s just kicked out her boyfriend, Jake, who revealed that he cheated on her. Here is where we start noticing that the book isn’t your average chick lit. Chloe and Josey become friends, of course, but eggs cook hard and coffee boils in the pot when Jake and Chloe are in the room together. And Chloe has a book problem. They just show up when they think she needs them, and follow her around until she reads them. Usually she likes them, but not when the books seem to be telling her something she doesn’t want to hear. The only magic around Josey seems to be the unpleasant kind that pulls in her stomach and lets her know whenever the mail man, Adam, is getting close. Josey finds that there’s more to herself and her family than she knew in this bewitching story. As with Addison’s Garden Spells, this was one I found myself sneaking away to read.

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Chalice

book coverChalice by Robin McKinley Once upon a time and quite unexpectedly, a young beekeeper named Mirasol was chosen to be the new Chalice for her demesne, the Willowlands. She is the first Chalice ever to hold her Chalice in honey rather than the standard wine or water. The previous Master and his Chalice both died in an irresponsible accident, the Master without an Heir and the Chalice without an Apprentice. Now the Master’s younger brother has been called back to serve as Master – but he is a Third Level Priest of Elemental Fire, mostly fire now with only vague memories of being human. Even so, Mirasol can tell that he has a better understanding of what the Willowlands needs than his brother did. Neither Mirasol nor the reader knows very much about what the job of Chalice involves, besides giving the ritual chalices at the Circle’s ceremonies, and being able to feel and hopefully mend Willowland’s fraying earthlines. Things are not necessarily going well, but might get better as she and the new Master have more time to learn their roles. But there isn’t more time. Some members of the Circle have sent to the Overlord for a new, outblood Heir. And Mirasol knows that Willowlands will fall apart if it is forced to accept yet another new Master after the devastation left by the old one.

Well, none of my regular readers should be surprised that I love this book. Robin McKinley is one of my top five authors for a reason. The world system in this one felt complex, but since our main character understood only a little more about it than the reader, this gave it a dreamy, Enya-like feel rather than a “you must memorize the whole world to enjoy this book” feel. There is quite a bit here about honey and bees. I’ve only tried making mead once or twice, but honey has always felt magical to me and I’ve never seen a fantasy book where the bees were as magic as they feel in real life. I could only wish that the land in our world would tell someone as clearly when it needed to be fixed – though the scale of wrongness on troubled earthlines is of course far worse. But underneath all of these beautiful details is a straightforward but powerful story of the transformative power of love. It’s Beauty and the Beast again, McKinley said on her blog. Every story she writes is Beauty and the Beast. I wouldn’t have noticed without her saying so, but of course she’s right. And she has come up with yet another stunningly beautiful way to retell the story.

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New Graphic Novels

The graphic novels I ordered in September finally came in. Here they are:

CrecyAGENCY
AGENTS OF ATLAS PREMIERE
BAREFOOT GEN 4 VOL
Beowulf by Neil Gaiman
BLACK HOLE COLLECTED
Crécy
CROSSING MIDNIGHT
CURSES HC
DER STRUWWELMAAKIES
kabukiELKS RUN COLLECTED ED VOL 1
ENO AND PLUM TP
Fables: March of the Wooden Soldiers (4)
Fables: The Mean Season (5)
FAIR WEATHER SC
FELL VOL TP
FILTH TP
GANGES VOL
GHOST IN THE SHELL VOL 2 (How did I miss Vol 1? I don’t know.)
He Done Her Wrong
Incognegro
KABUKI 5 vols
killer princessesKiller Princesses
Lady Snowblood 4 vol
MCSWEENEYS QUARTERLY CONCERN
MOME 7 vol
PECULIA
QUITTER
RED STAR 3 VOLs
REMAINS
SCANNER DARKLY

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Homeschool Bunny

We’re trying some home school preschool with a couple of friends, in addition to the Montessori he gets while I’m at work. The friend who did the research chose a Waldorf curriculum from Oak Meadows. It involves lots of stories – about the letter or number of the week, or something going on outside – followed by art or craft projects and pretend play. This week we focused on the letter E and Ears. We were supposed to make bunny ear headbands and pretend to be bunnies. Mr. FP put on the bunny headband he’d made at Easter, and decided that I should be the predator. After successfully using his long bunny ears to hear my approach and get to a safe place several times, he invited me to his birthday party. There he told me to ask before borrowing his toys. He also gave me a large bag of dead bunnies and made me promise not to eat live bunnies again.

deep thoughts on homeschooling right now

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Nation

book coverNation by Terry Pratchett Once upon a time, perhaps a two hundred years ago or so, in a world very but not quite like ours, a young boy left his boy soul on the Island of Boys and prepared to go back to the Nation in the canoe he had made. Back at home, there would be a feast. He would be given the tattoo that said he was a man and he would have the soul of a man. At the same time, a ship with an exceptionally devout captain and a mutinous first mate sailed to the remote Mothering Sunday islands to take a girl to her father. And then there was a wave, which left Mau and Ermintrude the only survivors on what the boy called Sunrise Island. Mau is thrust into new doubt – how could Imo have let this happen to his people? But even though he now believes that people invented the gods, he hears the voice of Locaha, the god of death, talking to him, and the Grandfathers telling him to put back the god anchors and start bringing them their offering of beer again. Ermintrude, meeting Mau, decides to introduce herself as Daphne. She starts hearing voices too – and both Mau and Daphne find reason to stay alive helping the other. But they are not alone for long, as Sunrise Island was the biggest of a tiny chain, and the straggling survivors from all the islands start coming, looking for refuge. Mau might be possessed by a demon, since he left his boy soul behind and never got his man soul. Daphne is just a trouserman girl, too pale to look normal. Still, the demon boy and the ghost girl, struggling to learn each others languages, are the ones rebuilding the new, tiny Nation. My one frustration with the book, really, was that it was clear that they were speaking different languages to start with and gradually learning to understand each other – but there was no difference in language or typeface to tell you which language was being used at any given point. In the hands of anyone but Terry Pratchett, this story could have been depressing, preachy, or worse. But the compelling action and the thinky questions never really answered keep it from being preachy, while Pratchett’s signature humor keeps it from being depressing. This is a great book about the meeting of cultures and the meaning of religion. While it’s written with teen protagonists, there’s a lot here for adults as well.

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Casting Spells

OK… this is a really happy day for me, except for the part where LJ is suddenly reading my html as plain text.  Why won’t the pretty book cover show up?  [EDIT 11/9 – I finally got the picture to work.]
book coverCasting Spells by Barbara Bretton Here we have a delicious book for Library Mama – a romance set in a knitting shop in a magical town.  Chloe Hobbs is the 30-year-old orphaned daughter of a sorceress.  Unfortunately, she shows no signs of any magical powers herself.  A protective spell set by her ancestress keeps everyone in the town safe from accidents and from outsiders noticing things like no one in the town dying.  But the spell is obviously weakening – a woman who walks briefly into Chloe’s yarn shop is found drowned, possibly murdered, later that night.  Chloe needs to get her powers fast, and start reproducing to ensure that the Hobbs line continues.  Even before she gets her powers, she has to make sure that the police officer the county has sent in to investigate the death doesn’t find out too much – like that the people who pulled her body out of the water are werewolves.  Business at Sticks and Strings is booming, as the internet buzz is building for the yarn store where you always get gauge and the technique you couldn’t get at home always works.  While the bestseller The Friday Night Knitting Club assumed no knowledge of knitting, this book is written for knitters.  Instead of beginner info, it’s filled with tips on lace and sock knitting and sprinkled with references to Koigu and Cascade 220.  A magical never-empty basket of roving features prominently as well.  But back to the police officer – Luke MacKenzie sticks out like a sore thumb with the only Biblical first name in a book filled with mostly ancient pagan names.  Naturally, since it would probably strengthen the power of the protective spell for Chloe to fall in love with a sorcerer or a faery, she falls right for the one man who shouldn’t know anything about the magic.  It’s a delicious, enthralling yarn. 

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Black Book of Colors

book coverThe Black Book of Colors by Menena Cottin and Rosana Faria. Translated by Elisa Amado. There are a whole lot of picture books about colors. This one is different. You really need to touch it – but I’ll do my best to describe it. It’s all black, with white text. If you look, and then feel, you’ll notice that the text is in Braille on the top of the page, and printed on the bottom half. The pictures are black on black raised images, for feeling, not looking. It starts like this “Thomas says that yellow tastes like mustard, but is as soft as baby chick feathers.” Red is sour like unripe strawberries, and hurts when he skins his knees. The B-word is never mentioned, but this is a fabulous book for exploring the topic, as well as for just thinking about what colors mean. My only sad note is that Mr. FP only wanted to read it once – so maybe it’s better for kids a little older. Certainly every adult I’ve shown it too has been enthralled. We don’t get too many books from Venezuela here in the states – particularly not picture books. There’s a good reason this one did.

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Blog the Vote 2008

So again with Chasing Ray She was suggesting that literary bloggers (which I would think I am more than any other category) write about why voting is important today. Here’s the master schedule. My posting schedule is irregular enough that I didn’t sign up to be an official part of the whole thing. [Update: I made the official list. Thanks, Colleen!] So many eloquent people have already written with all of my major reasons for voting. But I’m sharing my thoughts on the matter anyway.

I lurk on Publib, one of the oldest librarian mailing lists. Frequent poster M. McGrorty asked what we would do on Wednesday morning if our candidate doesn’t win. And someone – Frances Meadows, to give her proper credit – said
“While, I will heave a big sigh and then find 10 things I can say good about the candidate even if I have to make it up! I will say CONGRATULATIONS and will not whine all day or week or year. I will treat him with the respect that he deservers since he is the President of the United States.”

I couldn’t disagree more. Sure, anyone who’s elected deserves some respect – the same courtesy as any other human being, for one, and some deference for the position. But I absolutely feel that voting gives me the right to share my opinion. And I am just as sure that whoever is elected will need to hear my complaining, whether the candidate I’m voting for wins or not.

Part of my job as a librarian is to give people the resources they need to vote. We link to multiple voting guides – VoteSmart, League of Women Voters and more. I am pleased as punch that the LMV voter guides have been flying out the door. We don’t tell people how to vote, but we certainly encourage everyone to vote.

Yesterday was my son’s fourth birthday. My friends will know this story already. Four years ago November 2 was Election Day. My OB was talking about inducing me for high blood pressure the next day. His due date wasn’t for three weeks and I hadn’t gotten an absentee ballot. I had a heart-to-heart talk with my son and told him that we really didn’t want to be induced, but that it was really, really important for Daddy and me to vote.

So my love and I got up early to go to the polls. I was having contractions and, as we found out later, appendicitis. It was cold and rainy and the lines were out the door. One of the poll workers – bless her heart – asked if anyone minded if the woman in labor cut to the front of the line. No one did. The atmosphere, from all those people who were now going to have to wait longer in line because of me, was incredibly supportive. Somebody in less pain than I was at the time would probably have heard the emotional, triumphant music swelling in the background as we were all united in helping everyone participate in our political system.

At four, my son is no longer quite so cooperative as he was that day. But I will still take him to the polls with me tomorrow. (If you live close to me, and your kids aren’t good to come with you, let me know. If you can go before three, I will watch your kids for you so you can vote.) Either my husband or I has taken him to nearly every election since his birth. He may be too young to understand the issues we care about yet, but we will teach him that care about where we live, and we vote.

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Mrs. McMurphy’s Pumpkin

book coverMrs. McMurphy’s Pumpkin by Rick Walton. Illustrated by Delana Bettoli Mrs. McMurphy has a pumpkin problem. Each one of the four mornings before Halloween in this cumulative tale, a pumpkin shows up with additional features and threatens to eat her when it has its teeth. Though this threat might otherwise make the book a little scary for young readers, Mrs. McMurphy (who appears to live alone) never shows any fear. Instead, she politely but firmly tells the pumpkin to mind its manners and sends farther and farther away – even to the North Pole. Along the lines of (attempting to quote without the book here) “And what lovely ears they are! But I’m afraid no one is allowed on my counter.” The pumpkin, menacing as it is, doesn’t have a chance. I’ve never really gotten into Halloween books for kids, but this one is a charmer. Mrs. McMurphy’s kind, no-nonsense attitude is really funny, while at the same time offering a strong example of Independent Womanhood. The beautifully detailed, folksy illustrations make this a story to savor.

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The Explosionist

I don’t read a whole lot of litblogs, but one of the few that I do is http://www.chasingray.com/ . Colleen wrote such a glowing review of this book that I asked our teen librarian to buy a copy when I saw we didn’t have one.* Now I’ll see if I can do the book justice.
*Library Note #7: You don’t have to be a librarian to do this. There’s probably even a link on your library home page to ask for a book to be purchased or interloaned for you.

book coverThe Explosionist by Jenny Davidson Edinburgh, late 1930s. The world is on the brink of a second world war. Fifteen-year-old Sophie’s boarding school is shaken by the bombing attacks of rogue explosionists. (It took me most of the book to realize that Sophie herself was not going to become an explosionist. Whew.) In this world, Napoleon won the battle of Waterloo and Europe is divided into quite different countries – Scotland is not part of the United Kingdom but the New Hanseatic League. Spiritualism gained ground at the turn of the century, rather than fading out as it did in ours. You’ll notice that I found the setting fascinating, particularly as the differences between this world and ours are laid out in one place only in the author’s note at the back. But the setting sets off Sophie, a smart and thoughtful girl forced by the impending war to make important decisions about her future now. Very few girls are going to university, with many joining the military and the brightest and most beautiful going to join IRLYNS. IRLYNS (pronounced, irrationally but amusingly, irons) is a top-secret program which trains women to be the driving force to help high-placed men do great things in service to the country. The inequality of this, in a country where women do have high-ranking jobs, is very much an issue for Sophie, much as she wants to serve her country. Her daily life includes trying to hide a crush on her chemistry teacher, cutting gym class to have tea with the professor next door and his housekeeper’s visiting Danish nephew, Mikael, and attending her great-aunt’s regular séance. Then the medium from the séance is murdered, and Sophie starts hearing voices herself. Sophie and Mikael will both have to get over their distrust of spiritualism to solve the mystery, which might be linked to the war, but is definitely putting them at risk. You might not have time to think about the issues that are being raised while you’re racing to see if Sophie and Mikael make it through, but though the setting is historical, the issues are still blazingly relevant. This is a rare and delightful gem.

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