This is a terrific book: The Reluctant Journal of Henry K. Larson, by Susin Nielsen. I brought it along for AppleApple to read on the sidelines at one of her brother's exhibition soccer games this week, and she couldn't put it down. She read it all in one big gulp, and it was obviously emotionally affecting, so I said, hey, do you think I would like it too? And she said yes. I started it that same night, and it had the same effect on me: I could not put it down! And I cried so much that I looked pretty terrible all the next day, but it was worth it. I like books that make me feel and think, and after we'd both read it, AppleApple and I couldn't stop talking about the characters, almost as if they were real people. We were caught up in imagining the best possible lives for them after the book's end.
Albus and Kev's soccer team before a game this past week
The book's subject matter is dark, and there is some violence. But the author's touch is light. I would highly highly highly recommend this book for children ages 11-12 and up (it depends on your kid's maturity level, honestly). It's a book about bullying, and about the worst possible outcome of bullying, but it doesn't do the book justice to say that, because it makes it sound like it would be preachy, and it's not. It's funny and it's heartbreaking. Best combo ever, in my opinion. That said, I would urge you to read the book too, so you can talk to your child about it -- like a book club for parents and kids. (I'm still working on Albus, and may have oversold how awesome the book is, creating the opposite effect I meant to -- now that he knows I want him to read this, he's suspects ulterior motives; and maybe he's right, come to think of it. I really want to know his take on the subject and characters. I want to know how he reads it. I want him in my book club!)
practicing piano, dog in sunshine, sister reading on couch
March break. It was a pretty fun week here. The kids did a lot of socializing with friends, and a lot of playing on electronic devices. They went to the movies. They had a few sleepovers. We moved AppleApple out of her room, and Albus in: she's now sharing with CJ. He seems to be able to fall asleep with the light on, so she can stay up and read. And she has more room for her collection of clutter, aka school projects, craft material, books, and, okay, clutter. I don't what the heck she's keeping, but there were boxes and boxes to be moved down. Albus literally had, like, three things, including his bed. How she'd been fitting it all into that tiny room, we do not know. We did take the opportunity to purge and recycle, plus I tidied the attic (not sure why, but it made sense at the time).
location of slightly less fun ski adventure
On Wednesday, my copyedits arrived from HarperCollins. So that occupied the rest of my week, though we did take time to go skiing again on Saturday, with somewhat less success. It was colder, for one thing, and the trails were icy, which made the skiing technically trickier (different conservation area). One child, who shall remain nameless, spent quite a lot of time lying on the ground declaring that he would be staying here forever (okay, it was CJ, but you already guessed that). It may not have helped that early in our venture, I literally knocked him down, just after he'd gotten up again, at the bottom of the icy hill pictured above, the hill being all icy, and me realizing too late that I wasn't skilled enough to manoeuvre around him. Instead one of my skis went right between his skis and down we both tumbled. Nice one, Mom. Ironically, I'd waited to go last to make sure everyone made it down "safely." So I would have to call that adventure more funnish than fun.
On Friday, my Canadian publisher sent me their mockups for potential covers. This is a screen-grab that doesn't quite show the full cover, but gives you a good idea of the concept. I love how it represents the era of the book (yes, it's historical fiction). I also love how strong the runner looks.
Now, I'm off to finish the copyedits and ignore the fact that it's Saint Patrick's Day. I live in a university town. This is not my favourite of the drunken stupidity holidays. This morning I saw four young women at the grocery store wearing green t-shirts with the slogan: "Kiss me, I'm drunk." (They looked relatively un-drunk, for the record.) It was 11AM. How old am I? Too old for that version of Saint Patrick's Day, apparently. But not too old (and grumpy) to make something green for supper, because you don't have to be drunk to enjoy pasta with pesto, and the kids will appreciate the effort.
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