I don't read nearly as much Middle Grade fiction as I'd like to, but when the publicist for
Finding the Worm contacted me about the title, I was admittedly intrigued. This book is a companion/stand-alone sequel to
Twerp by Mark Goldblatt, and both novels sound like something I'd like my own kiddo to read. Katie's only in first grade right now, but I'm sure she experiences some of the same things Julian deals with in the sixth grade. I know I did. Here's a little more about the book:
FINDING THE WORM
By Mark Goldblatt
In stores now!!!
Order Finding the Worm:
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Here's the blurb:
Trouble always seems to find thirteen-year-old Julian Twerski. First it was a bullying incident, and now he’s been accused of vandalizing a painting. The principal doesn’t want to suspend him again, so instead, he asks Julian to write a 200-word essay on good citizenship. Julian writes 200 no’s instead, and so begins an epic struggle between Julian and his principal.
Being falsely accused is bad enough, but outside of school, Julian’s dealing with even bigger issues. His friend Quentin has been really sick. How can life be fair when the nicest guy in your group has cancer? Julian’s faith and friendships are put to the test . . . and the stakes have never been higher.
Growing up is hard enough without adding all that to your plate...
by Mark Goldblatt
I’ve been touring for a few months now for
Finding The Worm, the sequel to my 2013 novel
Twerp, and I’m surprised how often I’m asked why Julian Twerski, the narrator of both books, is so clueless about girls. There’s a lot of highfalutin stuff going on in Julian’s 12-13 year old mind—in the first book, he’s wrestling against his own conscience, and in the second he’s struggling with the age old question of why bad things happen to good people. But readers seem to home in on the fact that’s he’s a total nitwit in matters of romance.
It’s embarrassing to confess, therefore, that the reason Julian is clueless about girls is that he’s based on me, and at that age I was pretty clueless about girls. (How much that’s changed in the intervening three-and-a-half decades is debatable.) One of the most painful memories of my childhood, for example, is the time love cost me my Bobby Murcer rookie baseball card….
Bobby Murcer, in case the name doesn't ring a bell, was a New York Yankee baseball player in the late 1960s. I idolized him. I lived and died with his every at bat. I cut out articles about him from the newspaper and pasted them into a spiral-bound scrapbook; I learned to convert fractions to decimals by calculating his batting average. Heck, I even liked his name. Murcer was a true Bobby. It was his actual first name. Not Robert. Not Rob. Not Bob. That tickled me: I mean, Bobby was something you were called, not something you were named! Bobby Kennedy was Robert Francis Kennedy. Bobby Darin was Walden Robert Cassotto. But Bobby Murcer was, well, Bobby Murcer. No Robert about it. That sealed the deal. My devotion to him was absolute.
My prize possession was his 1967 rookie baseball card. I can still see it in my mind’s eye: Bobby’s face was so round and lit up by a smile that his teammates would nickname him “Lemon.” When Murcer was hitting, life was good. Existential concerns were not to forget my clip-on tie on assembly-Thursdays and not to flinch when I got my booster shots. Thanksgiving dinners with grown up relatives were to be endured because aunts and uncles arrived with 10-packs of Topps baseball cards…always the old series, to be sure, but even these were useful to scale during recess and as trade-bait whenever a teacher left the room. Such were the Edenic days of card collecting, when the idea of resale would have been laughable, indeed incomprehensible, when “got it” and “need it” were the sole determinants of free-market worth. I kept my Bobby Murcer rookie card not in the sock drawer, with the rest of my cards, but on my desk, leaning against the base of my tensor lamp, where I could keep an eye on it. It was the first thing I saw when I woke up every morning.
Puberty, that source of unending mischief and chagrin, was what cost me my Bobby Murcer card. In a moment of weakness, I gave the card to Heidi Rifkin, the first girl I ever got to like me. To consecrate our eternal union, she insisted we exchange our most precious possessions. Heidi gave me her 45 rpm single of Bobby Sherman (Robert Cabot Sherman!) singing “Little Woman.” I forked over Bobby Murcer. It was the sort of gesture only the nitwitted sincerity of a thirteen year old boy can produce; had I handed her Joe Pepitone instead of Bobby Murcer, she would've never known the difference….
You’ve probably guessed the ending by now. When Heidi and I broke up less than a month later, she flung the card back in my face. In two pieces. (Her Bobby Sherman record, I might add, was returned without a scratch.) She’d sheared the card in half, straight down the middle. The cut was precise, surgical. Scotch tape does no good in such situations. I didn’t even keep the halves.
So, yeah, I guess some of my naiveté and befuddlement with the opposite sex bleeds into the character of Julian. What can I say?
Le twerp…
c’est moi!
About the author:
MARK GOLDBLATT is a lot like Julian Twerski, only not as interesting. He is a widely published columnist, a novelist, and a professor at the Fashion Institute of Technology. Twerp was his first book for younger readers. He lives in New York City.
Find Mark:
Website | Goodreads
OMG, that might be the
cutest guest post I've ever had the pleasure of hosting on the blog. That period between being a child and a full-fledged adult is sometimes difficult and sometimes awful, but we wouldn't have stories like the one the author shared if it weren't for those trying times. =) It makes me want to read and share these books with my girl that much more.
Monday, August 29, 2016
Tahereh’s Favorite Things Giveaway! #Furthermore #TaherehMafi
I've never done a book-look before, but I thought I'd give it a try...
Of course, I had to include fabulous shoes because we're talking about Tahereh Mafi here. But I also wanted to incorporate a fox somehow because a) I love foxes and b) there's one on the cover so it must be pretty important. And I couldn't pass on that adorable elephant coin purse. So. Cute.
I haven't read the book yet, though I do have both the ARC and audio in my possession, so it shouldn't take me long to get through it. :) But it seems like the kind of thing Katie would love, so I'm waiting on her.
Here's a little more about the book:
Author: Tahereh Mafi
Series: stand-alone
Publisher: Dutton Books for Young Readers
Publication Date: August 30, 2016
Purchase: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Audible
And thanks to Penguin Random House, not only did I receive a copy for review purposes, but I've been given the opportunity to give away the following prize pack:
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Giveaway open to US addresses only.
Prizing and samples provided by Penguin Random House.
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
{Blog Tour} Overboard by Elizabeth Fama: Review & Giveaway
Welcome to my stop on the Overboard Blog Tour, hosted by Dianne of Oops! I Read a Book Again. I've got a review and giveaway for you, but be sure to check out the rest of the tour for more awesome content, including reviews from other bloggers and excerpts from the book!
Author: Elizabeth Fama
Series: stand-alone
Publisher: CreateSpace
Publication Date: June 9, 2015 (first published January 1, 2002)
Source: PB provided by author for review
Purchase: Amazon | Barnes & Noble
I am a huge fan of Elizabeth Fama's after reading her dark and haunting Monstrous Beauty, and I was even further overcome by her beautiful words in Plus One. Plus, she's just an all-around awesome individual. So I was beyond excited to be given the opportunity to read her first book now that it's gone to print again.
I'm not always the biggest fan of survival accounts, but Emily's story had my heart in my throat the entire time. Initially, I found her character a tad immature and more than a little whiney, but then I remembered how I behaved at fourteen, and yeah, I would have loathed having my parents drag me to some developing country where I had no friends and little chance at a more conventional life. Plus, Emily really grows up over the course of the narrative and proves to be much more intelligent and quick-thinking than I ever was at that age.
Emily encounters a lot of situations that require her to pull from her life experience thus far, and it's her ability to think on her feet that ensures she survives to meet the next problem head-on. First and foremost, she has to make it off the sinking ferry, which is no small feat, but then she's thrown into a series of surreal episodes that would change any adult, let alone a kid of fourteen. I think her experience in the sea left her reevaluating everything, and she'll be quite a different person coming out the other side of such a tragedy.
This is not just a book about survival but also one of friendship. When we meet Emily, she feels rather desolate and longs for home. I think Beth so beautifully portrays what Emily's life is like as an American girl in a developing foreign country. After two years, she's learned the language and the customs, but she still feels like an outsider, as if she'll never fit into this life. And yet she does, without even realizing it. It's never more evident than when she meets British tourists on holiday in Sumatra, with their lack of knowledge of the local culture and the fact that they don't seem to care to know. It so obviously rubs Emily the wrong way, but she doesn't mention it.
Despite all of that, friendship presents itself in the most unlikely of scenarios, with Emily tying her life to that of a nine-year-old boy who needs her as much as she needs him to make it out of this situation alive. The fact that there is no language barrier makes it that much easier for Emily to convince Isman to let her help him. I wholeheartedly believe that if Emily was truly as unhappy in Indonesia as she believes she is in the beginning, she never would have made the effort to learn the language and she would have been much less successful out in the open sea -- much less dry land -- especially when it came to communicating with the other survivors.
I had planned to read this with my seven-year-old daughter because it sounded like such an inspirational story, and one with wonderfully diverse characters at that, but after much discussion with the author and after reading through it myself first, I decided that I'd wait a few years before letting Katie experience this fantastic book. Beth believes that this book reads younger, like a middle grade, and I'm inclined to agree, but there are still some situations that would likely give younger children nightmares, or at the very least, have them asking questions that they're maybe not quite ready for the answers to yet. But I have no doubt that when she's ready, my daughter will absolutely love this story of a heroic girl in a strange land as much as I did.
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Be sure to follow the rest of the tour here! Thanks for stopping by & happy reading!
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
{Guest Post} Finding the Worm by Mark Goldblatt
Here's the blurb:
Growing up is hard enough without adding all that to your plate...
I’ve been touring for a few months now for Finding The Worm, the sequel to my 2013 novel Twerp, and I’m surprised how often I’m asked why Julian Twerski, the narrator of both books, is so clueless about girls. There’s a lot of highfalutin stuff going on in Julian’s 12-13 year old mind—in the first book, he’s wrestling against his own conscience, and in the second he’s struggling with the age old question of why bad things happen to good people. But readers seem to home in on the fact that’s he’s a total nitwit in matters of romance.
It’s embarrassing to confess, therefore, that the reason Julian is clueless about girls is that he’s based on me, and at that age I was pretty clueless about girls. (How much that’s changed in the intervening three-and-a-half decades is debatable.) One of the most painful memories of my childhood, for example, is the time love cost me my Bobby Murcer rookie baseball card….
Bobby Murcer, in case the name doesn't ring a bell, was a New York Yankee baseball player in the late 1960s. I idolized him. I lived and died with his every at bat. I cut out articles about him from the newspaper and pasted them into a spiral-bound scrapbook; I learned to convert fractions to decimals by calculating his batting average. Heck, I even liked his name. Murcer was a true Bobby. It was his actual first name. Not Robert. Not Rob. Not Bob. That tickled me: I mean, Bobby was something you were called, not something you were named! Bobby Kennedy was Robert Francis Kennedy. Bobby Darin was Walden Robert Cassotto. But Bobby Murcer was, well, Bobby Murcer. No Robert about it. That sealed the deal. My devotion to him was absolute.
My prize possession was his 1967 rookie baseball card. I can still see it in my mind’s eye: Bobby’s face was so round and lit up by a smile that his teammates would nickname him “Lemon.” When Murcer was hitting, life was good. Existential concerns were not to forget my clip-on tie on assembly-Thursdays and not to flinch when I got my booster shots. Thanksgiving dinners with grown up relatives were to be endured because aunts and uncles arrived with 10-packs of Topps baseball cards…always the old series, to be sure, but even these were useful to scale during recess and as trade-bait whenever a teacher left the room. Such were the Edenic days of card collecting, when the idea of resale would have been laughable, indeed incomprehensible, when “got it” and “need it” were the sole determinants of free-market worth. I kept my Bobby Murcer rookie card not in the sock drawer, with the rest of my cards, but on my desk, leaning against the base of my tensor lamp, where I could keep an eye on it. It was the first thing I saw when I woke up every morning. Puberty, that source of unending mischief and chagrin, was what cost me my Bobby Murcer card. In a moment of weakness, I gave the card to Heidi Rifkin, the first girl I ever got to like me. To consecrate our eternal union, she insisted we exchange our most precious possessions. Heidi gave me her 45 rpm single of Bobby Sherman (Robert Cabot Sherman!) singing “Little Woman.” I forked over Bobby Murcer. It was the sort of gesture only the nitwitted sincerity of a thirteen year old boy can produce; had I handed her Joe Pepitone instead of Bobby Murcer, she would've never known the difference….
You’ve probably guessed the ending by now. When Heidi and I broke up less than a month later, she flung the card back in my face. In two pieces. (Her Bobby Sherman record, I might add, was returned without a scratch.) She’d sheared the card in half, straight down the middle. The cut was precise, surgical. Scotch tape does no good in such situations. I didn’t even keep the halves.
So, yeah, I guess some of my naiveté and befuddlement with the opposite sex bleeds into the character of Julian. What can I say? Le twerp…c’est moi!
Monday, January 19, 2015
#Tuck40th -- 40 Days for 40 Years: Tuck Everlasting Blog Tour
I didn't discover the magic of Tuck Everlasting until the movie's release was imminent back in 2002 or so, but I'm one of those people who can't see a movie until they've read the book, so I promptly devoured -- and fell in love with -- the story. I love a book that challenges its readers: to challenge themselves, to think outside of the box, to think of the future, or to think about all the possibilities of a life really lived.
As part of the 40 Days for 40 Years: Tuck Everlasting Blog Tour, each blogger on the tour has been asked the same question that Tuck Everlasting has been asking for 40 years:
Duh, I'd read all the books ever.
Seriously, though, IF I could -- and I'm not saying I'd necessarily want to -- but if I could live forever, it'd need to be an immortal existence where my presence didn't cause humankind any great harm. Think more like The Doctor and less like blood-sucking vampires, and you'd have what I'm envisioning. I'd want to spend my eternity seeing anything and experiencing everything. I'd take risks, do all the things that I'm afraid to do now. When you know death is next-to impossible to achieve -- if at all -- the world is at your fingertips. I wouldn't say I'd traipse across the globe, acting as if my actions had no consequences. But I'd definitely let my inner adrenaline-junkie loose more often.
However, I don't know that I could take that path and drink from the fountain myself. It would be thrilling at first, I'm sure. To see so much change, so many technological advances...it would be a marvel. But it would also be a very lonely existence. It would be a life of loss and isolation, never blending in or being able to make close attachments. Not unless you had a fellow immortal to traverse time with.
Either way, the questions this book asked made me appreciate this one life I've been given all the more...the first time I read it and again, more than a decade later. Whether you're reading it for the first time or the fifth, I hope Tuck Everlasting gives you something to think about, too.
Author: Natalie Babbitt
Series: stand-alone
Publisher: Farrar Straus Giroux
Publication Date: January 20th, 2015 -- that's tomorrow!
Pre-order from Macmillan
So, this all begs the question: What if you could live forever? Would you drink from the spring?
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Review: Shipwreck Island by S.A. Bodeen
Author: S.A. Bodeen
Series: Shipwreck Island #1
Publisher: Macmillan Children's Publishing Group
Publication Date: June 29th, 2014
Source: From Publisher via NetGalley
Purchase: Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Anyway, I still would have requested and read it otherwise, but maybe I wouldn’t have been so surprised when it just stopped. I mean, it just stops. No real leading into the next book, just….
It’s told from two point of views. Marco and Sarah. Their parents have married and neither are happy about it. Sarah is a bit of a spoiled snot, honestly, and she was hard to stomach at times. I think by the end of the series she will grow up a lot.
Shipwreck Island was fun. I haven’t read middle grade in a while so I had to adjust to the main characters only being 12. No swoon scenes here. I was pretty sure from the description that this would be a survival story. You know, surviving on a deserted island. That’s interesting stuff. I was wrong though, this is not a normal island. There is definitely some survival stuff but weird things started happening and the story began to take on a paranormal feel.
And then… it stopped. Things just started to get crazy and interesting. I was sad in my heart. I guess I’ll have to wait for the next installment. What I read so far, I liked. It wasn’t blow me away amazing, but it was fast and interesting. I think I'll continue with this series. :)
Friday, March 8, 2013
Judging a Book By Its Cover #17: A Kid's Perspective on Coraline by Neil Gaiman
Okay, so I totally stole this idea from Sara at Forever 17 Books, who got the idea from an article on Babble called Judging a Book by Its Cover: A 6-year-old Guesses What Classic Novels Are All About. I just discovered her lovely segment, and I immediately
requestedforced my own four-year-old daughter Katie to provide me with some of her own cover art artwork and then asked her what she thought the book was about.This week, Katie gave me her take on the following book:
Have you read this book or do you plan to? What do you think of Katie's guess at the premise?
Did your little darling create a work of art based on a book this week? If so, be sure to link up with Sara over at Forever 17 Books.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Banned Books Week Giveaway Hop 2012
Intellectual freedom—the freedom to access information and express ideas, even if the information and ideas might be considered unorthodox or unpopular—provides the foundation for Banned Books Week. BBW stresses the importance of ensuring the availability of unorthodox or unpopular viewpoints for all who wish to read and access them.
The books featured during Banned Books Week have been targets of attempted bannings. Fortunately, while some books were banned or restricted, in a majority of cases the books were not banned, all thanks to the efforts of librarians, teachers, booksellers, and members of the community to retain the books in the library collections. Imagine how many more books might be challenged—and possibly banned or restricted—if librarians, teachers, and booksellers across the country did not use Banned Books Week each year to teach the importance of our First Amendment rights and the power of literature, and to draw attention to the danger that exists when restraints are imposed on the availability of information in a free society."
It's amazing to me just how many great literary works have been banned over the years (including To Kill a Mockingbird...one of the greatest books ever written) and the reasons listed for the bannings. Even some more recent favorites have made the list, including Harry Potter and The Hunger Games. One of my favorite series ever --His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman -- last made the list back in 2008 due to political viewpoint, religious viewpoint, and violence.
I disagree with the inclusion of any and all of the books on that list, but especially this series. And so I'm going to give you guys the freedom to read it, to like it or hate it....just don't tell me if you hate it. I'll be crushed. :0(
The Golden Compass forms the first part of a story in three volumes. The first volume is set in a world like ours, but different in many ways. The second volume is set partly in the world we know. The third moves between many worlds.
The Amber Spyglass brings the intrigue of The Golden Compass and The Subtle Knife to a heartstopping close, marking the third and final volume as the most powerful of the trilogy. Along with the return of Lyra, Will, Mrs. Coulter, Lord Asriel, Dr. Mary Malone, and Iorek Byrnison the armored bear, The Amber Spyglass introduces a host of new characters: the Mulefa, mysterious wheeled creatures with the power to see Dust; Gallivespian Lord Roke, a hand-high spy-master to Lord Asriel; and Metatron, a fierce and mighty angel. And this final volume brings startling revelations, too: the painful price Lyra must pay to walk through the land of the dead, the haunting power of Dr. Malone's amber spyglass, and the names of who will live—and who will die—for love. And all the while, war rages with the Kingdom of Heaven, a brutal battle that—in its shocking outcome—will reveal the secret of Dust.
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Vacation Reads Giveaway Hop
Seems like everyone's on vacation this week but me. :0( But I'm not gonna let it get me down. Instead, I'm going to give another book away. Sharing books makes my heart happy. :D The Vacation Reads Giveaway Hop is hosted by I am a Reader, Not a Writer and The Bookish Mama, and for my stop, I'm not giving away your typical vacation read. No, I'm giving away a book that more likely resembles a vacation-from-hell:
Author: Ann Kelley
Series: stand-alone
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Publication Date: July 10, 2012
Purchase: Amazon | Barnes & Noble
Fourteen-year-old Bonnie MacDonald couldn't be more excited for a camping trip on an island off the coast of Thailand with her fellow Amelia Earhart Cadets-the daughters of the men and women stationed there during the Vietnam War. But when a strong current deposits the girls on what their boatman calls the "forbidden island," things take a turn for the worse: A powerful storm comes to destroy their campsite, the smallest of the junior cadets is found dead, and their boatman never returns. What once seemed like a vacation in paradise has become a battle against the elements.
Peppered with short, frantic entries from Bonnie's journal, Lost Girls is a page-turning, heart-pounding adventure story about a group of teen girls fighting for their lives.
I haven't read this yet, but my sweet little friend Katertot did and she wanted to give it a billion stars! I won't get to it for awhile, so I'm giving my ARC away to someone who will!
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