First Reading and Signing

A couple of days ago I had my very first book reading and signing.  I was able to do this at my local library, since a) my book is about a librarian who has some pretty impressive powers, and b) I work there. 

The event was a lot of fun.  I even had a few people there who didn't know me personally!  It was fun to see friends there, too, especially some who came from pretty far off in support.  After a beautiful introduction by a co-worker, I spoke a little about the book, introduced a few people (in particular the inspiration for the Ninja Librarian), and read the first chapter.  Since my chapters are pretty short (they started as very short stories), that was about perfect, and I was pleased to see that the book had appeal both for the children in the audience and the adults (the book is supposed to be YA, but really, with no vampires, werewolves, or love story, they are probably not the best group to target, and the library ended up classifying it as Adult Fiction).  I thought the whole thing went pretty well, seeing as I was making it up as I went along.

A few pictures from the event.

Everything all set up and ready to go:

The Ninja Librarian himself in his specially-made t-shirt (we all got shirts proclaiming us Ninja Librarians.  But only Tom got the special shirt).

 Reading.

 What every author wants to see--a fully absorbed reader. 

Classroom Visit

I did my first Author visit to a classroom yesterday!  It was a little informal, as I had no real time to prepare (I'd talked to the teacher late the night before, meaning to just drop off some books for him, and he asked me to come on in and talk to the class, too, nearly first thing in the morning). 

I wasn't quite sure how to do this, but the kids were great (and so was the teacher!), and helped me along in a hurry.  First question from one of the 5th-graders, before I even made it all the way in the door: "Can I have your autograph?"  I think he has hopes of selling it for big bucks.  I wish him all the luck on that!

I decided to take along my early drafts and show the kids how the book progressed from a rough idea through a handwritten MS in a notebook, to a binder with a printed version all scribbled over with edits, and finally to the printed book.  I really wanted to show them that nothing is perfect the first time, or the second, or the fifth. . . .  I have kids of my own, and know from watching them do their work, and especially their writing, that they a) recognize that writing might be fun, but editing is work, and b) hate not getting things perfect the first time. 

(As an aside, Second Son is the kind of writer who bleeds over every word and really does get it pretty well right the first time.  I pity him, because it looks painful, and he doesn't get the joy of just letting words flow.  Plus, he's worked so hard on that first draft that he doesn't feel like he should have to edit--but it still needs editing.)

When I finished what I had to say, the kids asked more questions, some about money (I'm not getting rich!) and another asked how many books I'd written.  That was a chance to drive home the point about practice, because I could tell them I've written four other complete books, none of which has ever made it to the point where I'm willing to publish.  I do hope they got the message, because we do have a tendency these days to downplay the need for practice, polish, and persistence (look at this whole blog thing.  I do edit my writing, but the whole form is much more designed for quick production than for polish--and don't get me started on Facebook posts and Tweets!).  What's more, far too many kids (like mine) feel they've somehow failed, or "can't do it," if they don't get it right the first time.  So on the one hand there's a push for instant results, and on the other a feeling that having to work something over repeatedly is a sign you're no good at it.

Maybe I got to deliver that message another way, too, because the teacher then asked me to read a chapter from my book, and I gave them one where the Ninja Librarian takes a couple of tries to get it right.  Yup, even the Ninja Librarian needs to experiment and figure out what works and how to make things happen the way he wants!

The Lions of Little Rock (Book Review)

My apologies for going silent. . .  I meant to post this a week ago, but we took off for Hawai'i. . . (okay, I've now lost all sympathy I might've gotten!).  No internet access!  No phones!  No beds or hot water most of the time, either, because we camped all over the Big Island. . . but that's another post or 5, starting tomorrow!

So here's where I was a week ago:

I have just finished listening to The Lions of Little Rock by Kristen Levine, and I am reminded of why I  so often read juvenile historical fiction.

Set in Little Rock, Arkansas in 1958, the book taught me far more than I ever learned in school about the Civil Rights movement and the integration of the Little Rock schools.  Yet at no point did I think I was reading a history lesson.  Always, the story and the feelings of the lead character were the focus, nor was Ms. Levine afraid to invent dramatic episodes--though for the most part that was done by modifying actual events, which were plenty dramatic.

I don't wish to provide any spoilers, so of the specific plot I will say only that it is the story of 7th-grader Marlee, an introverted girl who is very happy with numbers, but speaks to no one but her family and one friend.  In a big part, the story is about how Marlee finds her voice and learns to speak--because she has the motivation when the issues of integration split her family.  In this way, Ms. Levine is able to use the historical setting to provide a real and moving background for one girl's coming of age.

Alternatively, you could say that the historical drama unfolds against the backdrop of Marlee's growth.  Take your pick; whether you read the story for the personal drama or the historical, there is never a dull moment, and the well-crafted prose carries you along.

I am tantalized by one other aspect of the period that Ms. Levine hints at but doesn't develop--warning us that Marlee will have another battle ahead of her in a few years.  As mentioned, Marlee is very good with numbers.  She is, in fact, a math whiz, and her dream is to become an aerospace engineer--to design satellites.  She does notice that there are no women among the scientists she sees in the news, so she knows that this may not be easy.  It is only later that she realizes that there are no black people, either, which I think underscores the way in which the racial bias of her time and place became so internalized that a child would not even realize there was anything odd about it--until something happens to open her eyes.

I grew up during the Civil Rights era, but I was a Northwesterner--very far from issues of black and white, though closer to other race issues brought on by WWII.  I have never been able to understand the attitudes of the segregationists.  This book doesn't help me understand that--and I'm not sure I want to understand that level of prejudice--but it does help me feel what it would have been like to live in the middle of it.

Kudos to Kristen Levine for writing a book that is both a great story and a thought-provoking read.