I signed up for Jane Yolen’s Poem a Day.
Not only does her craft seem effortless…and true craft never is…she always has something important to say. In exchange for her daily dose of good medicine, I promise to buy or check out of the library one of her books each month. I already have a sizeable Jane Yolen collection, but this month I added two more books—the Kindle version of Mapping the Bones, set in Poland in 1942, and a picture book, A Bear Sat on My Porch Today (illustrated by Rilla Alexander).
I like three-dimensional books, the feel of the paper, the heft, but I carry the Kindle when I’m traveling, read from it when I’m on the treadmill, and just know there is always a library at my fingertips. I prefer my picture books solid so I can share them. I like the illustrations big and in my face.
I picked up A Bear Sat on My Porch Today along with another picture book I’ve been wanting, All Are Welcome by Alexandra Penfold (illustrated by Suzanne Kaufman). What a revelation when I read the two books back to back!
Yolen and Penfold don’t preach their message of welcome, they sing it. Children will love the cadence and the rhyme, and you will enjoy reading them aloud, even if you have to read them many times.
I am proud to be a Doodle and Peck author. As the editor of a small, regional press, Marla Jones has worked hard to expand markets for her authors.
She does her part. We do ours. Not only are we working on our next books, we are available to speak, to sign, and to visit schools.
This is Marla’s latest expansion. Fourteen Doodle and Peck books have now been uploaded to Amazon/Kindle, including Froggy Bottom Blues. Check us out. Contact us.
I will never vote for a candidate who isn’t an avid reader, and not just a reader of law books and technical manuals. We need public servants who read fiction. Why? Because being a public servant requires empathy.
Reading fiction allows one to get into the minds of characters unlike us. It allows us to understand their reasoning…or lack thereof. Reading fiction makes us empathetic, allows us to walk in another person’s footsteps.
I would like to add two books I’ve read recently to my Stories-to-Build-Empathy list: Far from the Tree by Robin Benway and Nowhere Boy by Katherine Marsh.
Those of us in so-called traditional families sometimes don’t understand the choices other people have made. Far from the Tree starts with an adopted girl who gets pregnant in high school and chooses to give up her daughter for adoption. She is devastated by the decision. And that is just one twist in this story.
If you’ve never been afraid for your life, you might question why any family would risk death, why they would risk the lives of their children, to become refugees. You wouldn’t do that unless you had no other options. Right? Still, people question. Nowhere Boy might help young readers understand the why. It might help the reader believe that he or she, in fact, all of us, can dig down to find what it takes to be kind and courageous.
And three’s a charm! Read Dactyl Hill Squad by Daniel Jose’ Older because it is history with a twist—science fiction set in the Civil War era—and a book that can open eyes about what life was really like for people of color in the 1860s. What’s more, it is elegantly written. I can’t wait for the second book in the series, coming in May.
What are you waiting for? Add these three books to your TBR List!
I was visiting one of my fifty-plus first cousins a couple of summers ago.
“We’d all be out there playing,” Glenda said, reminiscing, “and Sharon would be in the corner reading.”
This year I kept track of the books I read, more than 120 of them, ranging from picture books to doorstop-sized tomes for adults with longer attention spans than mine. If it’s that thick, it had better be good.
This week, the last week of the year, I read two books.
An Ignorance of Means is the debut novel of Oklahoma author Jennifer Oakley Denslow. It is set in 17th-Century France. The story has a feminist slant by dint of its educated female protagonist, but it isn’t about feminism or romance but survival.
The Reason I Jump: The Inner Voice of a Thirteen-Year-Old Boy with Autism by Naoki Higashida is nonfiction, written in question and answer form, separated by lovely pieces of literary fiction. The author has been diagnosed with severe autism, and he struggles with spoken language. Thanks to the Herculean efforts of his mother, he can spell out words to communicate. The writing is beautiful. You feel this book.
What the two books have in common is their ability to enlighten. One teaches you about the plight of cast-off women in 17th-Century France. The other lets you in on Naoki’s struggles to control his own responses to stimuli. Both books help your brain and your understanding heart grow.
Connections. Empathy. Enlightenment. The sheer joy of experiencing something new! These are just some of the reasons why I read. And write!
I’m canning black-eyed peas tomorrow, just in time for the new year. I plan to read Dactyl Hill Squad once the pint jars of yummy goodness are in the pressure canner. I can’t think of a better way to see out the old year and welcome in the new.
I write for young people, and while there are certainly 50,000-word novels for children, most of the ones I read and love are much slimmer than that. So are the ones I write. That doesn’t stop me from doing NaNoWriMo.
And I don’t just write books. I have two blogs going, one about gardening and self-sufficiency called Apocalypse Farm, and the other about books and writing where you are probably reading this post, at sharonedgemartin.com. I write political and education essays for The Oklahoma Observer, and my second picture book will be coming out in 2019. One of my sisters calls me ADHD Girl.
So, how does a writer of short stuff do NaNoWriMo? And why would she? Because I’m good at getting down short drafts and revising them as many times as necessary, but keeping up the daily focus on a longer piece is a little harder. While I won’t win at NaNoWriMo, it is good for me to take up the challenge, to come up with a plan to win my way.
This year, I’m writing a middle grade mystery. I have written poems this month, three blog posts, and four essays for The Observer, but I’ve written at least a few hundred words on the mystery every single day.
I have updated my word count daily, and with five days to go, including today, I intend to get that daily progress badge. I will keep writing a few hundred words a day until the first draft is complete, probably around Christmas.
When it is finished, I’ll put it away. I have a novel in verse to revise at least one more time and a nonfiction manuscript to finish. It will likely be summer before I get back to the mystery, but I’m already thinking about next November. Wouldn’t ADHD Girl make a good superhero!
At the Oklahoma Book Festival, a young lady in the audience asked me if I accomplished anything by mixing art and politics. I had the feeling she didn’t think much of the practice, although I may have read her wrong.
The fact is, making art has always been political. Think about this: when a dictator puts down his thumbs on the necks of citizens, who are among the first to be targeted? Artists and intellectuals!
Artists and scholars are both critical thinkers. They create ideas out of disparate pieces of thought. They make connections, then they make something new out of bits and pieces of the old, out of those sudden revelations of connectedness.
This is not what I told the young lady. I’m a slow thinker, taking my time to pull all ideas together before I write them down…or spit them out. What I did say was that I was pretty sure my poetry didn’t change many minds about politics, but as a political minority in Oklahoma, maybe someone out there like me would feel less alone.
I feel the same way about the political essays I write for Oklahoma Observer.
Here’s the answer I wish I’d given her, the one that came to me well after the fact:
Logic hasn’t worked to change regressive economic and political thinking in Oklahoma. Maybe art can.
If I gave stars with my book reviews, Jo Watson Hackl’s Smack Dab in the Middle of Maybe would get a whole constellation. It’s the best middle grade mystery I’ve read since I discovered Sheila Turnage’s Newbery Honor Book, Three Times Lucky.
Hackl’s character, Cricket, drags you along from the first paragraph:
“Turns out, it’s easier than you might think to sneak out of town smuggling a live cricket, three pocketfuls of jerky, and two bags of half-paid-for merchandise from Thelma’s Cash ‘n’ Carry grocery store.”
And there’s the humor:
“Even at a time like this, it’s important to keep moisturized.”
Head out the door of that Mississippi store with Cricket (the human) and Charlene (the cricket). On the journey your traveling companions will enlighten you about the nature of art, self-reliance, and loyalty, and how to live with and love someone who has a mental illness.
The setting is real. The characters are believable. And there’s a little history thrown in, to boot, about this neck of the Mississippi woods.
Love this book!!!