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If you're a fan of Anne Shirley of Anne of Green Gables, you better come to her defense because she's about to get smacked down in the CBC Books - The Book Club - YA Death Match final round against Harry Potter and Clary Fray. Clary calls Anne "more suitable for tourists looking for a photo than for battle". She doesn't consider Harry Potter a serious contender either and recommends throwing Potter pity party given that he's had it so tough going to a private school and all. So, get on over to the CBC - YA Book Club and vote if you don't want Anne to be history! Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Writer's Digest 11th Annual Short Story Competition
For anyone out there who happens to be crazy enough to want to get into the writing business, Writer's Digest is having a short story writing contest with some seriously sweet prizes. They're looking for bold and brilliant stories under 1500 words. You don't have much time. Contest submission closes December 1, 2010. So get writing, and once you've got a completed manuscript, edit, edit, and edit some more.
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
2010 Governor General's Award for young adult lit.
Children’s Literature – Text
Wendy Phillips, Richmond (British Columbia), Fishtailing(Coteau Books; distributed by Publishers Group of Canada)
In this highly-inventive, poetic narrative, four compelling characters take the reader on a wild ride through the dangerous terrain of friendships threatened by manipulative acts. Deftly switching voices,
Wendy Phillips creates a powerful momentum in Fishtailing that leaves the reader breathless.
Wendy Phillips creates a powerful momentum in Fishtailing that leaves the reader breathless.
Monday, November 15, 2010
CBC Books - The Book Club - YA Death Match, round two bonus showdown: Boy Sherlock Holmes takes on Alanna
In more news, Boy Sherlock Holmes needs your votes in CBC's Book Club's "YA Death Match".
Which is your favorite sleuth? My colleague Shane Peacock (author of the Boy Sherlock Holmes series) is counting on your votes as his character takes on Alanna from the Song of the Lioness series. Follow the link to vote NOW. CBC Books - The Book Club - YA Death Match, round two bonus showdown: Boy Sherlock Holmes takes on Alanna.
Which is your favorite sleuth? My colleague Shane Peacock (author of the Boy Sherlock Holmes series) is counting on your votes as his character takes on Alanna from the Song of the Lioness series. Follow the link to vote NOW. CBC Books - The Book Club - YA Death Match, round two bonus showdown: Boy Sherlock Holmes takes on Alanna.
Interesting Interview with Suzanne Collins
The "Where do you get your ideas from?" may be one of the most common questions asked of authors, but it is often a very complex one to answer. I came across an excellent interview with Suzanne Collins, author of The Huger Games Triology in the Huffington Post. It's well word reading. What I found most interesting was how bits and pieces of things came together to inspire her...the desensitizing influence of television, the Greek Myth of Theseus and the Minotaur in which 14 children are sacrificed to keep Athens safe, and Spartacus (a classic film starring Kirk Douglas as a rebellious Roman slave which just happens to be one of my all time favorites). The magic of writing is in taking all these threads of inspiration and ideas and weaving them together into a compelling story. No question that Suzanne Collins has done just that.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Salt by Maurice Gee
I recently read Salt by New Zealander, Maurice Gee while on a road trip to the American Southwest and couldn't put it down. Set in a dystopian world on the brink of destruction, it it is a world that shares similarities with our own. Salt is the classic story of a boy and a girl from opposite social classes who find themselves dependent upon each other for their struggle to survive.
Hari lives in Blood Burrow, the decaying remains of a city that lies in ruins. The inhabitants of Blood Burrow must fend for themselves against packs of starving dogs, rats, and the "Company Whips" who come in search of forced labour. Hari's father Tarl is captured by the Company Whips, but his resistance earns him a place in Deep Salt, a terrible mine from which no one has ever returned. Hari has no choice but to try to save his father. Along the way he meets Pearl, a privileged girl from the city where Company operates. The fact that she is fleeing her former life as well as an arranged marriage, doesn't endear her to Hari. But, he needs her help, and the help of her extraordinary maid, Tealeaf to save his father from Deep Salt. And, the three share the same unusual ability to communicate telepathically.
The fact that Gee's pacing is impeccable, that his descriptions are easy to visualize, and that his characters are compelling, makes this a story worth reading. Still, Salt offers much more. The world Gee has built is one you'll want to know more of because it shares so much with our own. It is a place where greed prospers alongside unselfish sacrifice. It's a world with potential for greatness, and equal potential for senseless violence. It is a world that teeters on the brink, and you'll want to know how it fares in the future. And guess what! The second installment of this planned trilogy is available, so I'm off to buy book two, Cool.
Hari lives in Blood Burrow, the decaying remains of a city that lies in ruins. The inhabitants of Blood Burrow must fend for themselves against packs of starving dogs, rats, and the "Company Whips" who come in search of forced labour. Hari's father Tarl is captured by the Company Whips, but his resistance earns him a place in Deep Salt, a terrible mine from which no one has ever returned. Hari has no choice but to try to save his father. Along the way he meets Pearl, a privileged girl from the city where Company operates. The fact that she is fleeing her former life as well as an arranged marriage, doesn't endear her to Hari. But, he needs her help, and the help of her extraordinary maid, Tealeaf to save his father from Deep Salt. And, the three share the same unusual ability to communicate telepathically.
The fact that Gee's pacing is impeccable, that his descriptions are easy to visualize, and that his characters are compelling, makes this a story worth reading. Still, Salt offers much more. The world Gee has built is one you'll want to know more of because it shares so much with our own. It is a place where greed prospers alongside unselfish sacrifice. It's a world with potential for greatness, and equal potential for senseless violence. It is a world that teeters on the brink, and you'll want to know how it fares in the future. And guess what! The second installment of this planned trilogy is available, so I'm off to buy book two, Cool.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Lest we forget
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Today's post is a poem written by John Gillespie Magee, a young Canadian pilot who did not survive World War II. He wrote this at age 19 a few months before he died.- High Flight
- Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
- And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
- Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
- of sun-split clouds, — and done a hundred things
- You have not dreamed of — wheeled and soared and swung
- High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
- I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
- My eager craft thro' footless halls of air....
- Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
- I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
- Where never lark nor even eagle flew—
- And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
- The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
- Put out my hand, and touched the face of God
- *Thanks to my friend Linda Granfield for the reminder. She's one of those special people in the world who has been able to lead the way in helping us celebrate fallen soldiers without glorifying war itself. Thanks for all your work Linda.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Vow of Silence
I confess that I'm a community activist from way back...When I was in high school, I protested the Vietnam War, became a vegetarian in my staunchly meat-eating house, and helped get a recycling centre going. So, when I came across The Vow of Silence sponsored by Free The Children as a way to raise funds to support Children's Rights, I decided I'd better post a link in case you haven't heard about it. It's backyard activism at it's best. Check it out and see if you agree, and if you do, get a friend or two to join in. The money you raise will make a difference to another kid or teen somewhere in the world we share.
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
The next travel installment
Here's the next travel installment...
Weather has been fabulous...we're so lucky. Went to Arches National Park and had a really hard time leaving. It's one of those magical places in the world, especially with so few tourists visiting during the late fall. Having stayed in nearby Moab, Utah, we were able to get there quite early. The sky was crystal clear, and we definitely need our toques, gloves and down jackets. We did several short hikes which added up since the elevation was between 3900 and 5800 feet. One of the hikes we took was led by a young volunteer and his theme was survival of the park. This is a place whose survival is in our hands. These parks are such a treasure. This is a place I want to go back to...
Down the road in another canyon cut by this lovely sedate river, we discovered some amazing petroglyphs. There were dozens of panels that stretched about 125 feet along a rock face. I'm including one of the panels.
We left these amazing petroglyphs just as the sun was setting and drove some long hours through two mountain passes that had me white knuckling the steering wheel so that we could be close to Zion National Park the next morning. It was worth the drive even though it was probably the most developed of the parks we'd been to, complete with shuttle busses. See for yourself.
The road out of Zion to Bryce is seriously scary with 1000 foot drops and no rail guards and a series of tunnels blasted through the sandstone during the depression. One of the tunnels was over a mile long.
We stayed just outside of Bryce National Park that night and it's a good thing we did. Although we woke up to sunny clear skies, by 2 pm, the first snow storm of the season hit. The altitude made for hard hiking. We started out at 6500 feet and topped out at 9100 feet. The last time I was there (30 years ago) I hiked the entire way up to Rainbow Ridge, but this time, we drove most of the way. Still, it was beautiful.
After Bryce, we did a lot of driving...and driving...and driving until we hit the Columbia River Valley. We decided to go to the top of the ridge for the views and discovered wind, and power in the form of 500 + wind turbines (soon to be 1000) in high ranch country. I was kind of excited about the whole renewable energy in action concept until we had lunch in the tiny town of Bickleton (population 90) where a man by the name of Bob, the County Highways Supervisor informed us that most of the power produced in the area goes to California...go figure!
At least Bickleton is getting a new school out of the deal, although not much else seems to have changed there in the last fifty years.
The last place on our list to see was Mount St. Helens National Volcano Park. On the way there the rain was coming down so hard that we could hardly see the road. We were almost ready to cancel the Mount St. Helens portion of the trip, but decided to hang around to see if the weather cleared. Lucky us...it did. The views were stunning. I remember when this volcano blew back in 1980. The blast snapped trees as if they were matchsticks, and ash filled the air for months. It changed the face of the valley, and the pacific northwest. It reminded us that nothing is permanent. After a few hours of fog, and a climb of a few thousand feet (by car, not foot), this was our reward...
We've only a few days left before crossing the border and taking the ferry home. It's been a wonderful adventure. Glad to have shared a little of it with you...
Sheryl
Down the road in another canyon cut by this lovely sedate river, we discovered some amazing petroglyphs. There were dozens of panels that stretched about 125 feet along a rock face. I'm including one of the panels.
The road out of Zion to Bryce is seriously scary with 1000 foot drops and no rail guards and a series of tunnels blasted through the sandstone during the depression. One of the tunnels was over a mile long.
We stayed just outside of Bryce National Park that night and it's a good thing we did. Although we woke up to sunny clear skies, by 2 pm, the first snow storm of the season hit. The altitude made for hard hiking. We started out at 6500 feet and topped out at 9100 feet. The last time I was there (30 years ago) I hiked the entire way up to Rainbow Ridge, but this time, we drove most of the way. Still, it was beautiful.
After Bryce, we did a lot of driving...and driving...and driving until we hit the Columbia River Valley. We decided to go to the top of the ridge for the views and discovered wind, and power in the form of 500 + wind turbines (soon to be 1000) in high ranch country. I was kind of excited about the whole renewable energy in action concept until we had lunch in the tiny town of Bickleton (population 90) where a man by the name of Bob, the County Highways Supervisor informed us that most of the power produced in the area goes to California...go figure!
At least Bickleton is getting a new school out of the deal, although not much else seems to have changed there in the last fifty years.
The last place on our list to see was Mount St. Helens National Volcano Park. On the way there the rain was coming down so hard that we could hardly see the road. We were almost ready to cancel the Mount St. Helens portion of the trip, but decided to hang around to see if the weather cleared. Lucky us...it did. The views were stunning. I remember when this volcano blew back in 1980. The blast snapped trees as if they were matchsticks, and ash filled the air for months. It changed the face of the valley, and the pacific northwest. It reminded us that nothing is permanent. After a few hours of fog, and a climb of a few thousand feet (by car, not foot), this was our reward...
We've only a few days left before crossing the border and taking the ferry home. It's been a wonderful adventure. Glad to have shared a little of it with you...
Sheryl
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