{we need diverse books, because…}

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We need diverse books, because…

…too often, our idea of attractiveness tends to be a straight, pale line: Eurocentric, able-bodied, waif-bodied, gendernormative, conformist. Diverse books remind us that our stories are varicolored, many shaped, multi-shaded and arc in bright leaps along a non-conformist spectrum. Beauty – Adventure – and best of all, Love – is where you find it. ♥


So, diversity. Suddenly everybody’s talking about it. What’s it for? Why do we need diverse books? That, friends, is the question the crew at #WeNeedDiverseBooks wants YOU to answer.

Make Noise: TODAY at 1pm (EST), there will be a public call for action that will spread over 3 days. We’re starting with a visual social media campaign using the hashtag #WeNeedDiverseBooks. We want people to tweet, Tumblr, Instagram, Facebook, blog, and post anywhere they can to help make the hashtag go viral.

For the visual part of the campaign:

♦ Take a photo holding a sign that says “We need diverse books because ___________________________.” Fill in the blank with an important, poignant, funny, and/or personal reason why this campaign is important to you.

♦ The photo – family friendly, of course – can be of you, your buds, your stuffed animals, your Barbies, your local library or fave bookstore – and should say clearly WHY you support diversity in kids’ lit. Even a photo of the sign without you will work.

♦ Make Art: There will be a Tumblr at We Need Diverse Books Dot Tumblr Dot Com that will host all of the photos and messages for the campaign. Please submit your visual component by May 1st to weneeddiversebooks@yahoo.com with the subject line “photo” or submit it right on the Tumblr page here and it will be posted throughout the first day.

♦ Starting at 1:00PM (EST) the Tumblr will start posting and it will be our job to reblog, tweet, Facebook, or share wherever we think will help get the word out. (Have you checked it yet? Some good discussion is already going.)

♦ From 1pm EST to 3pm EST, there will be a nonstop hashtag party to spread the word. It is hoped that we’ll get enough people to participate to make the hashtag trend and grab the notice of more media outlets. This could be big!

♦ The Tumblr will continue to be active throughout the length of the campaign, and for however long the discussion keeps going, so all are welcome to keep emailing or sending in submissions even after May 1st.

On May 2nd, the second part of the campaign will roll out with a Twitter chat scheduled for 2pm (EST) using the same hashtag. Please use #WeNeedDiverseBooks at 2pm on May 2nd and share your thoughts on the issues with diversity in literature and why diversity matters to you.

On May 3rd, 2pm (EST), the third portion of the campaign will begin. There will be a Diversify Your Shelves initiative to encourage people to put their money where their mouth is and buy diverse books and take photos of them. Diversify Your Shelves is all about actively seeking out diverse literature in bookstores and libraries, and there will be some fantastic giveaways for people who participate in the campaign! More details to come!


Everybody’s talking about diversity… but is there anything we can really do about it? Let’s find out. Make some noise – so that media outlets will pick it up as a news item. Raise your voice – so that the organizers of BEA and every big conference and festival out there gets the message that diversity is important – and why. We hope you will help spread the word by being a part of this movement.

So, that brings us back to the question…

Why do you need diverse books?

{wind sprints}

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Some of us on earth are natural-born saunter-ers.

I can stroll six or seven miles, just casually, without really noticing much (unless it’s hot).

Given a choice, I will always walk, and not run.

It’s not that I’m not a decent runner – I can dash for twenty yards with the best of them. Just don’t ask me to do more than that. Running is one of those things which people like Fair and my friends A. and Vette can do. Running is something the Zen do, the ones who can take the incessant yakking from their brain about how hot it is, how much their quads/lungs/arches hurt, and how annoying that little bit of sweat tricking under their bra strap is – that’s not me. I can’t do it long enough for running to count.

Equally, I’ve never been a person who is good at reading How-to books. I can read essays on writing, but the minute you hand me something with covers — it’s over. Brenda Uueland was the last book I read on writing, and that was in college, thanks. A requirement. Some things, you’ve just gotta do, instead of reading about.

I watch other people prep with outlines and plot summaries. They organize and sticky note and write their three Daily Pages, and they’re awarded, when they’ve written, with their Kitten, but I can’t, can’t, can’t stick with any of that — or so I thought.

I’ve been sliding through the MORASS of finishing this novel, and I finally decided I needed to just FINISH for heaven’s sakes, any way I could. I said, “I’m just going to finish quick and dirty – it’s going to be a hot mess, but it’ll be done.

You may have noticed that I’m a leetle tightly strung. Slightly wound. I don’t write like that, though I always wish I could. I revise DAILY. I write two pages, and then change six words five chapters ago. And then I write two more pages, and change the first page to include a whole six paragraph section. It’s always two steps forward, three steps sideways, one step back. Fiddle, fiddle, fiddle, pick, pick.

It produces what my editor calls “clean copy,” but it TAKES FOREVER, and sometimes I think I put my brain in knots, but the only way I can go forward seems to be to go …sideways. It drives me crazy.

Quick and dirty, though, works, if I work in sprints.

Working in “sprints” is a term familiar to coders and Tech Boy HATES IT and thinks it’s a completely empty buzz word for any number of reasons, and he always complains that a well planned project doesn’t need some externally enforced buzz-word to make it come in on time and on budget. Be that as it may, I took my path from a combination of the Cory Doctorow 20 Minute Doctrine and from the coding practice. I first wrote a plain sticky note of what I thought would happen next. It was very general and vague, but forced the conclusion with the use of the phrase, “And then they.” And then they went to the party, and then they went home, and then they found the Bad Guy – I made it like a four-year-old telling a story in just the broadest strokes, just to get it down on paper. Next, I set a timer for twenty minutes, and wrote – no email, nothing online, no music, no phone, no nothing. I just wrote. When my timer went off I took a break – tea, lunch, mail, Lexulous. And then, I came back.

I got a ridiculous amount of work done toward my conclusion today. Some of the narrative went places unexpected, despite the “And then they” document, but I feel like that’s so promising. I know where I’m going, but there are still cul-de-sacs and shortcuts across vacant lots to be discovered along the way. If your story isn’t even predictable to you, surely you have a good thing going.

Honestly, I can’t say how long it’ll last, but this is forcing me to turn the Titanic at long last, and I’m hopeful. I just might get this done before the 24th (also known as Iceberg)…

{the longest night}

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“when the night has come/and the land is dark/

and the moon is the only light you see…

“Things to do today:
1) Breathe in.
2) Breathe out.”
– Ned Vizzini, It’s Kind of a Funny Story

A few hours ago I learned of the death of author Ned Vizzini, and I couldn’t remember the user name or password for my own blog for over an hour, which gives you some insight into my state of my mind, especially considering that my user name and passwords are at least half a variation of my own name.

I remain surprised at the profound stupidity of grief.

Blogger (at the time) Alkelda from Saints & Spinners “introduced” me to Ned Vizzini, and over the years we emailed a bit back and forth, talking about books, his, and other people’s. He was a genuinely nice person, always interested in what I had to say – which, admittedly, was usually gushy – and invariably kind to me, and kind about other writers. For my own sake, I will miss that he exists. For the sake of those readers who struggle with depression and who, like me, clutched IT’S KIND OF A FUNNY STORY like a spot-on, pitch-perfect lifeline, I feel with us and for us, an inexpressible loss.

I am gutted. Just sick.

To Know the Dark

“To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.”

– Wendell Berry
from “To Know the Dark”, Farming: A Handbook, (Harcourt Brace, 1970)

We speak, this time of year, about joy, but those of us who are mental sometimes have to talk about the fact that you can only have sparkles of light against darkness. We celebrate the return of Sol Invictus against the backdrop of what feels like it could be endless, eternal night.

We found a reason to celebrate the longest night, the darkest time of the year. The birthday of the Invincible Sun. Christmas. Yule. We manufactured celebration, when we were in the dark, because human beings are nothing if not resourceful. We chose our celebration. Every day that we get out of bed, those who suffer from depression, in this small way, we choose to manufacture a tiny celebration again.

And again.

And again.

Until it becomes somewhat of a habit. Until the light returns.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Repeat.

It matters. We matter. We do. Despite what our brains might be saying.

When we feel we are most helpless, let us reach with both hands to help someone else.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

And, if you can, move.

{sing out loud: the girls of summer}

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“In summer, the song sings itself.” ~ William Carlos Williams

A secret cupped like a gorgeous blossom in small, grubby hands: the first day of summer. Anything can still happen, and there is wonder and beauty around every corner, and every day is at least a week long. At least, that’s what summer seemed like, all the days of childhood. Now, it’s more people frowning about if what they’re wearing will be a wrinkled, sweaty mess by five o’clock, and if they can get away another day without shaving. Never mind. I’m here to reconnect with wonder, and do a little happy dance that I’ve been named a Summer Girl by the fabulous Girls of Summer Book Club.

The Girls of Summer are the girls of awesome. Co-founder Gigi Amateau (CLAIMING GEORGIA TATE; COME AUGUST, COME FREEDOM) is a children’s author in her own right, and as such, this is doubly wonderful that she gives back to her community in this way. Each year, she and her friend and fellow author, Meg Medina (TIA ISA WANTS A CAR; YAQUI DELGADO WANTS TO KICK YOUR ASS) pull together a list of just eighteen books – definitely difficult! – as their Summer Girls reading list. The list covers picture book to young adult fiction that are fab for summer reading and celebrate and develop that awesomeness that makes a summer girl strong. Each year, Gigi and Meg hold a live launch in Library Park (a name that just begs you to get on the lawn with a book!) – behind the Richmond Public Library (or inside, in case of rain) where readers meet Virginia authors in person, take part in book giveaways, helped along by bbgb books, and indulge in cool, sweet treats. As PR icing on the cake, Richmond Family Magazine and the Richmond Times-Dispatch covers the events and the books in their literary section. These Summer Women are, together with their community of book people, making Richmond, Virginia an awesomely more literary place.

And this, their third summer together, they picked one of my books!

I’m in such excellent company as Ian Falconer, Sharon G. Flake, Kekla Magoon, Guadalupe Garcia McCall, Atinuke, Anita Silvey, and more. Every Friday, there’s an author Q&A with one of the eighteen selected authors. I had a great time being involved – this was such a treat for me. I wish I could have been at the reading the other night – and had some of that ice cream.

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Click to enlarge; photo courtesy G. Amateau

Thanks, Girls of Summer. Thank you, Gigi and Meg. Thank you, Richmond. I’m honored.

Today is still a glowing secret, cupped in your two hands – the longest day of light. What is it, that you plan to do with this one, wild precious life?

Celebrate it.

{gleeee!}

Step 1: Visit the EDGAR AWARD website.

Step 2: Input your search years.

Winners for All Categories for All Years

Year Award Category Title Author’s Name Publisher/Producer Notes
 2013  Best Young Adult  Code Name Verity  Elizabeth Wein  Disney Publishing Worldwide – Hyperion  

Step 3: Happy Dance.

YES!!!!! It’s CODE NAME VERITY, a book I felt was definitely bound for greater things than a mere however-many-week run on the NYT bestseller list. I was slightly disappointed that it wasn’t THE ALA winner on tons of lists, but Honors are quite a happy thing as well — and enough to ensure that Liz will be still book-talking this book for library groups four years from now, when she’ll have to reread it to refresh her memory on what she’s supposed to be talking about… And now this, the one award she thought was a “long-shot, but I’m going to the award dinner anyway, because what are the chances I’ll get asked to do that again?” Yeah. She said that.

“Long shot” my foot.

CONGRATULATIONS, dear Liz!!! May your tribe increase.

{voices of youth advocates}

This summer’s VOYA is out and online. If you’re not a librarian and familiar with it, VOYA stands for Voices Of Youth Advocates, and since 1978 it’s been one of the most respected library journals for young adult librarians. It covers advocacy issues for young adults, YA library programs, including using library spaces for gaming and other YA interests; intellectual freedom, YA lit censorship, and the promotion of young adult literature through author interviews and book reviews… all good things.

I’m proud to have been quoted in VOYA’s pages. Writer, blogger, librarian and all-round book chica Edi Campbell kindly included some thoughts from me on being an author of color, and I’m in really good company with G. Neri, Malinda Lo, Cynthia Leitich Smith, Malin Alegria, Zetta Elliot, Joseph Bruchac, and more. (Thanks, Edi!)

You’ll want to read this entire magazine from cover to cover – but you’ll find the piece where I speak up begins on pg. 28. Pull up a chair and a glass of iced tea! You’ll come away with a few new insights on writers of color and the urge to pick up more books for that teetering To Be Read pile.

{my posse don’t do history: the case for historical fiction}

Cross-posted at Finding Wonderland

Imagine two best friends, united against a common enemy. It is the pitch of midnight, and they are making a desperate flight across country, to deliver a package necessary to the scrappy resistance fighters desperately battling a corrupt government for their freedom. There’s been a car accident, so they’re the emergency fill-ins. Neither of them are supposed to be where they are. And then there’s another, bigger accident. In a foreign country, neither with any business being there, the girls have to split up and vanish — and those who are caught disappear into the night and fog — for good.

It is the pitch of midnight. And the enemies of truth and right are playing for keeps.

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Wouldn’t you be on the edge of your seat reading this book? I know I was…at times feeling quite hopeless and desolate upwellings of terror and the word, “Nooooooo!” pulled from deep within. I could imagine myself there — and making a horrible mess out of EVERYTHING. If you read it, you’d imagine yourself there — and screwing up badly — too.

It’s exciting. There’s espionage, airplanes, parachutes, firefights, and girls hunched in dark places under umbrellas, waiting for safety in breathless silence. There’s fear — bleak terror — great laughs, and the best friends you could ask for.

So, why’d we want to go and ruin it all by calling it historical fiction???

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For a long time, the biggest concern of the Gatekeepers in our world o’ books was where to put historical fiction in the canon for young people. Was it “edutainment?” Was it fictionalizing history or historicizing fiction, sliding in a character’s fears and hopes and their thoughts where students perhaps ought to be better employed with learning dates and facts? Was it, and could it ever be, authentic?

These big questions were hashed out in historical journals and literary papers and I think it’s safe to say that though some historians remained uncomfortable, the majority of teachers, especially in the middle grades and junior high, where I served most of my time, felt that historical fiction was an important lamp to illuminate some darker corners. Especially with the rise of multiculturalism, some pieces of history that “we” – as in mainstream, dominant culture America – had not realized were part of “our” story needed to be dug out, rediscovered, and explored. Historical fiction was a great tool to bridge the gap with the unknown pasts of a commingled people with the commonality of the human story. Through the insertion of tiny, literal accuracies, historical fiction maintains a sturdy cover story of “true enough,” and more quickly engages young minds with the history before them. For most students, blending stories into a study of history helps to recreate the past as a dynamic place.

For MOST students.

For other students — and for many of the rest of us — it’s an automatic “No.” Seriously. I read through the comments of the people who have talked about CODE NAME VERITY when it was recommended to them. “I don’t usually read war books…” “I’m not usually a fan of wartime historical fiction…” “I don’t normally do historical fiction…” Is it the war? Or is it just the past?

Author and teacher Ashley Hope Pérez responded to a post a few days ago, “I have a kind of knee-jerk recoil from the term “historical fiction,” probably because I know how it would make my kiddos eyes glaze before they even tasted the prose.” Jen over at Reading Rants agrees: “In my experience, most teens won’t even look at hist. fic. unless they have to read it for a school assignment. You know, stuff like My Brother Sam is SO Dead, or Johnny TREmain (as in TREmendously booorrrriiinnggg!).”

It’s baffling, really — no one characterizes, say, The Great Gatsby as historical fiction — or, a better example, The Key to Rebecca, not really. They’re listed as what they are, first – a novel of manners. An espionage thriller. Nothing to do with their setting and time period and everything to do with their plot content. In part, the sticky label of “historical fiction” is a marketing key for parents and librarians to identify the book: Here is something semi-educational to slap into the unsuspecting hands of innocent youth. Fool them into thinking it’s just a good story! Go to it! *cue maniacal laughter* Bwa-hahahahaha!

That, mainly, explains why it doesn’t work.

Oh, come on: how many of us pick up a book of fiction for the its educational aspects? Not me! When I pick up a book, I want a good story, period. Unfortunate, but the label attached to this genre can sometimes shoot even a very good book in the foot. The only thing we can really do about that is to book talk, book talk, book talk. Word of mouth will win the day! Talk up the other aspects of the story – the plot, the characterizations, the types of planes, the outfits, the guns. You can order the story bits by their importance: CODE NAME VERITY is a.) a thriller, b.) a story of the kind of intense friendships that start in a bomb shelter c.) a fast-paced, dangerous tale full of espionage, spies, and double agents d.) a cracking good read, which just happens to be, e.) set about sixty-some years ago.

Y’know, I think we can just leave off that last one.

As an author, I can say that one of the hardest things about writing historical fiction is the tightrope walk the author has to do — between historical accuracy and humanity. It’s important not to infodump dates and names, but it’s also crucial not to veer the characters – and the details of their daily lives – into obvious anachronisms by using more modern tools, language, and attitudes about social tolerance which make the historical accuracy a lie. Further, I know that writing about a war is tough because historical accuracy is a must – the dates have to match up, including when historical people die, and when troops moved in fact, they must move in fiction, too. But people’s characters — their loves and needs and fears and even their grocery lists — are much the same, no matter what era they’re in. Sure, they might swear a bit less or a bit more, wear their hair down, their pant-legs shorter; they might speak another language, but the human animal remains a constant – an important thing to know.

As a (former) teacher, I know that this is the saving grace of historical fiction, or any fiction, really — the people. The characters make the story, and you just have to close your eyes to the fact that since it’s history, you think you already know how it’s going to end, jump in to knowing the characters, and let go —

— you may find yourself on the edge of your seat, in the pitch of midnight, with two best friends, delivering a necessary package, having an accident, and disappearing into the night and fog…


Call it “historical fiction” or “historical suspense” or anything you’d like, the word is out: CODE NAME VERITY is a sensational novel. The Blog Tour is moving along; don’t forget to check out the stops along the way:

* Chachic’s buzzing about Verity; stop by and read her great review, as well as some discussion on starting an All Spoilers, All the Time discussion group so that people don’t have to keep the spy secrets to themselves.

* The Scottish Bookstrust is a fab organization interesting young people in books. Visit them at BookTrust.org.uk for more from Elizabeth Wein about friendship in CODE NAME VERITY. And stay tuned for Monday’s review of the novel, and links to Elizabeth’s interview on the BBC’s Book Cafe!


FOLLOW UP ARTICLE: Further Musings on Historical Fiction, and finally a review of Elizabeth Wein’s novel, Code Name Verity.

{paperback season!}

Whilst I’ve been watching Knopf book designer Kate Gardner do That Thing she does to create memorable covers (we’re working on the newest book), I was today delighted to get this in the mail.

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This was a tough shot – wasn’t sure if I should focus on my cookies – which people here call flapjacks — or the book, but ::sigh:: I guess the book won. But, the cookies are really good.

Seeing this already out in pb really revs me up to finish my science fiction revision – and hopefully launch right into a new project that’s been nibbling on the corners of my mind. I keep thinking I’m not going to write straight fiction again, and then, stories keep presenting themselves… on the other hand, I also started a fantasy project. My agent hates fantasy, so he’s going to either kill me, or ask me to use a freelance editor again. Fortunately, I have many friends in the business who LIKE SFF!

Soonish, my editor should be going over my MG novel, and depending on what she thinks of it, I may try writing another. I really wish I could show you the cover drafts for HAPPY FAMILIES, but since it’s out next year, it’s too soon. But, it’s coming!

And in more joyful news, the sun is shining. After a solid May of rain, I’m ready for some sun, June. Just to put my order in…

{dear hope, sorry I can’t make the Oprah Show}

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Well, I’ve lost my last chance. The Oprah Winfrey Show aired their last episode in twenty-something years this week, and with the last credits rolling the hopes of the patrons of “Hope 2B Beautiful” rolled away as well.

Hope is a friend, fan, and was my stylist for ten years in a bright little shop with a quirky name at the end of a strip mall. She is one of those no-nonsense,prosaic sorts who works hard and plays hard (she is famous for organizing family reunions on Carnival Cruise lines – I often wished I was a relative), and she was thrilled when she found out I was a writer — made sure to introduce me to all of her kids, and her godmother, and her aunts — the list went on. Each time I visited her shop, I was treated to a new person who just needed to know that I wrote for a living. I’d be tipped back into the rinse bowl, waiting for my conditioner to finish up, and she’d trot her daughter’s friends in. “She’s a writer!” she’d tell them, while I blinked at them and tried to look intelligent and well-read with my hair straggling in wet tendrils down my neck. “I know a story you should write about,” older folks would confide, and settle in to tell me long tales about their neighbor’s son or the lady at their church with the cats, and I would imagine throttling Hope for exposing me when all I wanted to do was read my magazine and wait for my trim in peace.

When the rest of the stylists in the shop learned that I was getting my first book published, the Grand Dame O was all I heard about. “You should go on the Oprah Show!” they urged, as if I could just swan on over to Chicago, and invite myself. Hope would get busy with her curling iron and style a huge edifice of hair for me, and then hold up a mirror. “See? Oprah Hair!” she would crow. (Man, she thought she was funny.) If I couldn’t wrestle the brush away from her, I’d rake my fingers through it, tuck it behind my ears, and give her a Deadly Look. She was generally unimpressed, but I had my final revenge: five minutes after leaving, I put my hair back in my usual pigtails – with a little more body than usual, but what the heck. (Hope hates the pigtails, but I hate the Oprah Hair. This is the price one pays having a dear friend who is a stylist.)

After I was nominated for the NAACP Award, the voices of the Hope 2B crew got louder. “Seriously! The Oprah Show! I have friends in Chicago you can stay with!” “Maybe someday,” I’d say noncommittally.

I had no intention of paying them any mind – and forgot the whole thing until five months ago.

After MARE’S WAR was honored by the Coretta Scott King committee last year, my agent was contacted by a woman who worked for the Oprah show, who was scouting stories. She was young, and new to her job, but like the other story scouts and writers, had the opportunity to pitch show ideas to Dame Winfrey, and she thought that if we could just fine members of the original 6888th who were still alive, she could make a case for having me on the show, and talking about the book to others.

Survivors of WWII are few anymore. I had a few leads – Rita Williams Garcia’s mother-in-law was one of the battalion, as were a few other people I was able to track down, but they had all passed away in the last year or so. I contacted newspaper columnists, friends and family, but time wasn’t on my side. It was Oprah’s last season, after all.

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This was a quiet search. I didn’t tell my family, or my friends about it — not only because I didn’t want anyone to be disappointed, but because I struggled with the idea of exposure. All along, I’ve been able to tell myself that anything I said was because the 6888th’s story needed to be told. I wasn’t convinced that I needed to go on TV to do so. My goal was to find some of them, and put them in the limelight.

Well, it didn’t work, and I know my agent is really disappointed, as would be all the godmothers and great aunts and story ladies at “Hope 2B Beautiful.” But I expect an email from one or another of them in a little while, saying, “Hey! Did you know Oprah’s got her own TV network now? And she’s doing a book show??”

::sigh::