Archive for November, 2008

“Carrots!”

Sunday, November 30th, 2008

The Canadian tourism board wants you to know that this year is the 100th anniversary of the publication of Anne of Green Gables. They’ve been emphasizing this important data point all year long, hoping that it will pan out in tourism dollars. If you don’t believe me, go ahead and take a peek.

So you see, yes, Carrots herself is alive and well, and inspiring consumer spending in a time of economic woe, to boot. I find this funny, because Anne Shirley and her creator, Lucy Maud Montgomery, only ever inspired me to sheer audacity. I wanted to be wild and creative, and have adventures that involved bosom friends, raspberry cordial, and cute boys (possibly not in that order) just like Anne. (Well, OK, once I was also inspired to donate money to PBS because I got sucked into a fundraising drive while they were airing those Sullivan miniseries based on the Anne books, too. But that’s about it).

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Upcoming: The Season by Sarah MacLean

Monday, November 24th, 2008

You all know I don’t review books before the release date. That’s why I’m calling this a preview, and I’ll do a proper review once the book is out.

But first, mark this date on your calendars: March 1, 2009.

Got it? Okay, now let me tell you why you’re marking that particular date. It’s because you, like any sensible gal, love romances. And you love historical fiction. And you especially love reading about dukes and duchesses and marquesses, and fancy ball gowns and debutantes. And you adore mystery novels with strong female protagonists.

I’m hoping Sarah will guest blog for us before her novel’s debut, and I’ll also be doing an interview with her, assuming neither of us gets hit by a bus before we’re able to sit down and chat.

Seriously, you should be getting excited right about now, the same way you got excited before Lauren Mechling’s Dream Girl came out this summer, and the same way you get excited over all things Libba Bray. Because Sarah’s novel is like a delicious combination of the two. That’s all I’ll say for the moment.

Other than MARK YOUR CALENDARS. I mean it. I’ll know if you don’t. And I’ll come bop you on the head. Promise.

What I Saw and How I Lied by Judy Blundell

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

I read this book awhile back, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure I was going to review it.

But author Judy Blundell won the National Book Award for What I Saw and How I Lied, and so, you know … a review it is.

We begin our journey in Queens, New York in 1947. Evie, a teenager who seems to have too many angles and not enough curves, is hoping that life will return to normal now that her stepfather is back from the war. Instead, he acts moody, receives strange phone calls, and then takes the family on a spur-of-the-moment vacation to Palm Beach, Florida. The bulk of the story unfolds as Evie and her parents meet various people at the hotel, including the handsome Peter Coleridge, who served in the army with Evie’s stepdad.

The book deals with a lot of important issues: anti-Semitism, sex, coming of age … and, of course, lies. There are all sorts of twists and turns in this story, and it’s sure to make readers feel a lot of things: lust, jealousy, fear, anger … if you haven’t yet read the novel, I assure you your feelings will run the gamut.

… But. Oh, you knew there’d be a but, didn’t you? And with me, there is almost never a but. I suppose I feel like I missed something hugely important and incredibly brilliant. It’s like I’m in high school all over again, reading Nathaniel Hawthorne or F. Scott Fitzgerald and asking the teacher if we know the author meant to put all that symbolism in there, or if we just see it as a result of a million years of over-analyzing. (I can say now that I’m fairly certain my teachers were not trying to pull one over on me, but back then I felt certain that they were.)

So I must have missed something vital, and that’s how I’ve been feeling about this novel since I first read it. It’s enjoyable, yes. Although the ’40s lingo grates on my nerves a bit (”It’s not all polka dots and moonbeams” — a choice example, along with lots of ’40s-esque words like “jeepers” and “keen.”)

Still, I can’t say it’s not a good book.

And obviously it’s quite good, or it wouldn’t have beaten out my personal top two picks, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart and Chains by Laurie Halse Anderson, for this year’s National Book Award.

It is time, I think, that I sit down and re-read this thing (again), and I’m just going to keep going until I’m madly in love with What I Saw and How I Lied. Right now, I’m definitely in like, but not in love.

But you know, I always want to hear your opinions. So let’s start with this: Have you read the book? Did you love it? If you did, what did you love about it? And if you’ve read any of this year’s other finalists in addition to Judy Blundell’s work, tell me who your top pick was. (If you want to go even deeper, tell me what book should have been a finalist and wasn’t.) Also, zombies or unicorns?

YA LA does Twilight Midnight Madness

Friday, November 21st, 2008

All right, folks. I was there at 12:01 a.m., when the film adaptation of Stephanie Meyer’s inescapable Twilight finally rolled out at movie theaters across North America this morning. Surrounded by rabid fangirls, Twilight Moms, and bemused theater employees, I procured my seat, grabbed some Diet Pepsi and M&Ms, and I got ready to be dazzled …

Twilight is a very accurate adaptation. The plot never sways too far from the source, and lines of dialogue and narration have been pulled directly from the novel. The scenery and location shots are pitch perfect. Bella, as portrayed by Kristen Stewart, is done well. And the film is fun – funner than I expected. For such a heavy (even, dare I say, melodramatic?) story, director Catherine Hardwicke really made time for light hearted moments, and these snippets (Bella shopping for prom dresses with her classmates, or the parade of local Forks boys that try to catch her eye, for example) balance the darker elements of the film. The complicated relationship that Bella has with her father, Charlie, is also handled respectfully. In fact, at times, I found myself more interested in that relationship than in the Romeo & Juliet plot.

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Twilight begins

Friday, November 21st, 2008

Since I am awake at this unearthly hour, I thought I’d round up some reviews of Twilight, the movie. (By the by, I am no longer a Stephenie Meyer virgin. And while I’m not a rabid fan, I did find the first two books enjoyable. I have yet to read the third and fourth, but mean to do so quite soon.)

Back to the subject, there are quite a few reviews of this film, which it seems is attracting every red-blooded American teenager.

My favorite critic, Owen Gleiberman of Entertainment Weekly, calls the film “sodden” and “prosaic,” but faults the book upon which it is based more than he does the director or actors.

The Houston Chronicle’s headline? “Twilight goes for beauty over substance.

The Cleveland Plain Dealer says the movie is “better than the book,” but isn’t effervescent in its praise. However, the reviewer does liken the film to “a midnight buffet at the blood bank.”

The Washington Examiner calls the flick “anemic,” as does the Sacramento Bee.

And then there’s the New York Times — not really my first choice for movie reviews, but this one may be worth your time. According to the NYT, Robert Pattinson is a bore, and the movie — apparently like the books — is brimming over with a message of abstinence above all. (Oddly, I didn’t get that impression from book one, but I can see why others would categorize the books that way.)

Our fabulous LA correspondent, the lovely Jami B., will be watching the movie this weekend, and then doing one of the things she does best: she’ll review it for us. (Jami and I were college buds, and I have to say she was always good for a killer film review. The girl knows what she is talking about when it comes to movies, especially teen movies.) I too will be attending, so Jami and I will go head to head this weekend, bringing you as much Twilight news as is fit to print.

As for me? I’m going to watch mainly because I adored Kristen Stewart in Speak, the film version of Laurie Halse Anderson’s impeccable book. The casting — other than Kristen as Bella — has had me a bit riled for some time, but maybe the movie will cure me of that.

By the way, for those of you who read Go Fug Yourself, answer me this: WHY does Robert Pattinson seem to think that “slovenly” and “handsomely rumpled” are the same thing? The guy clearly needs some lessons on personal hygiene. Or at least on how to dress in public. Or maybe just a haircut?

After you watch the movie, feel free to share your own reviews in comments. On this post or on any of the ones that are sure to follow. C’mon, you know you’ve all had your tickets for ages. You wouldn’t miss this for the world — even if you’re loathe to admit it. So tell us what you thought. Only one thing: No spoilers!

Much love,
brina

Twenty-One Questions with Matthue Roth

Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

Matthue Roth is the author of Losers, a fantastic novel about a dorky Russian boy named Jupiter, who somehow goes from being smashed into lockers to crashing parties to hanging at the hippest Philadelphia cafes, all in a few chapters. It’s a fascinating book, which I highly recommended not too long ago.

Matthue has also written several other novels, a memoir, poetry and music, much of which is about his Jewish heritage and religion. Which means we had a ton to talk about. Without further ado …

Question One

Me: Can you tell us a little bit about Losers, the book, not the people?

Matthue: Basically, my first book, Nevermind the Goldbergs, was my kind of idealized fantasy of the person that I’d like to be, if the person I’d like to be was a seventeen-year-old girl. … Jupiter is everything that I was at seventeen, although more so: He’s totally socially awkward, has relationships that exist entirely in his head, and he lives in a factory.
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The DeVouring by Simon Holt

Monday, November 17th, 2008

It’s no secret that I have Opinions about assembly-line books. You know the kind, devised by old white men sitting around a board table.

“What do the kids these days want? Rich, naughty Upper East Side school girls! Rich, naughty Upper East Side school girls who are also vampires! Rich, naughty Upper East school girls from the nineteenth century! Yes!”

The old white men agree that this is what kids today want, and then an editor writes up an outline and sends it off to a starving writer who is desperate to be published.

It makes me cry. I have this whole concept of the-writer-as-artist in my mind, of the book as a baby borne of its author’s imagination and ink, and I suppose that’s old-fashioned.

But the worst part is … sometimes these books end up being good. Case in point, Simon Holt’s The DeVouring. (more…)

Twilight invitation

Friday, November 14th, 2008

No, my friends, I am not inviting you to go see an all-star special screening of Twilight with me. This is because I myself have not received any such invitation.

HOWEVER, I am inviting you to send me your pictures. If you go to the film on opening night, e-mail me pics of the crowd. I want to see any and all wackiness, from lines extending down three blocks to people in vampire and werewolf outfits to … well, you get the idea. I’ll post the best pics here on YA New York. Please be sure to include you names (or your internet handles) and locations, so I can give you attribution. A short description wouldn’t go awry, either.

Now, it’s the weekend. I may or may not be attending one or more events this weekend, and I may or may not tell you about them come Monday. For now, everyone go re-read E. Lockhart’s The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks.

Much love,
brina

Book of the Year: The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart

Thursday, November 13th, 2008

Darlings,

I just couldn’t wait any longer. I know the year is not yet over, but I’ve received galleys taking me all the way up through the end of December, and while there have been many, many fantastic books this year, none have captivated me as much as E. Lockhart’s incredible story of a 15-year-old girl who crosses social boundaries when she infiltrates an all-boys’ secret society.

Frankie begins her sophomore year at Alabaster Preparatory Academy and is almost instantly noticed by one of the hottest guys on campus — one who never seemed to know she existed the previous year, though she crushed on him even then. It’s an auspicious start to the school year: she is “in” with the most goofy, glamorous, interesting crowd on campus. Only she isn’t, really. Because she is nothing more than a girlfriend. She can never be a full member of the tribe, and she knows her boyfriend is keeping secrets from her. He asks her not to be so “sensitive,” tells her how cute she is, and generally treats her like gold.

But Frankie isn’t satisfied. She wants to be known as brilliant and funny. She wants to be respected. And so she infiltrates the Loyal Order of the Basset Hounds, a secret society to which her own father once belonged.

The Disreputable History gets right to the heart of what it means to be only a girl, even in these supposedly liberated times. But while Lockhart explores social issues that we could debate for hours on end, her work is by no means overwrought. It’s funny, insightful, and honestly the best book I’ve read this year. Indeed, it’s one of the best books I’ve ever read. (The evidence of this novel’s awesomeness is quite compelling, and clearly an opinion shared by many others: not only did Oprah choose The Disreputable History as one of her inaugural picks for her teen book club, but the novel is also a National Book Award finalist.)

Back in the good old days, I wrote a newspaper column on the best “trashy” books out there. I focused mainly on chick lit and some of the more goofy teen books. Just before Lockhart’s novel The Boyfriend List came out, a publicist was kind enough to send me a copy. I remember reading it and thinking, “This won’t do. This won’t do at all. It’s just not trashy enough. It’s too good.”

And as her career has progressed, Lockhart has proven to be extremely skilled in writing books that get to the heart of things. Important things, like why young women are so often treated like dolls rather than equals. Fly on the Wall, one of Lockhart’s other awesome books, examines some of these same issues with a clever twist in which the protagonist, Gretchen, turns into a fly after reading Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis, then spends most of her time on the wall in her high school’s boys’ locker room.

The Disreputable History takes Lockhart’s exploration further, and it’s not only an interesting dissection of teen social boundaries, it’s also a genuinely enjoyable read. Frankie’s pranks — which I’ll leave you to find out about for yourselves — are brilliant and funny and generally make you wish you could pull some of them off yourself.

In fact, I have to say that if it weren’t for the fact that this novel is pretty much perfect as it is, I would be begging for a sequel. Thanks, E., for sharing such an awesome story with us.

Oh, and if you haven’t already gotten yourself a copy? Do so immediately. I mean, even Oprah says to read it. So hurry up, and then come tell me what you think.

Much love,
brina

Chains by Laurie Halse Anderson

Wednesday, November 12th, 2008

Laurie Halse Anderson has done it again. The author of Speak — a book I highly recommend you read if you haven’t already — has now written a truly terrific novel about the American Revolution.

Oh, no. That, again, you say? As if you haven’t already spent enough time memorizing dates and places and learning about tea parties in Boston. As if you want to hear another tale about lobsterbacks and the heroism of our founding fathers. Well, guess what? This … is not about that.

No, this story is about Isabel, a teenage slave who becomes the property of a wealthy New York family when her owner dies. It’s about a young woman who has no allegiance to rebels or loyalists, who is caught up in a war that offers to freedom to others, but not to her.

I have to say I learned a lot from this book — it’s chock full of New York history, stories about how the war impacted people right here in my hometown. And it’s also a wonderfully told chronicle of those who want to be free. Loyalists, rebels, women, children: no one in this novel is having an easy time of it. Laurie’s characters, even the more villainous ones, are multi-faceted, and did I mention that her research is exquisite? Because it really is.

Oddly, this title is listed as middle-grade fiction. I’m not slamming middle-grade stuff, not at all. Indeed, there are times when I wish I could read and review everything, because I do get quite a bit of middle grade fiction that is worthwhile. But I’m surprised because I think this is a book that will resonate with the YA audience and even with an adult audience. It’s smart, and detailed, and moving … and it is not at all “young.” In fact, one of the thoughts that has stayed with me since I read Chains is that it would be a perfect book to use in the classroom. I could see it being taught in ninth grade English, and I could see students really learning from it.

But alas. I am not a curriculum expert, or even a teacher (although I do tutor high school seniors who are working on college admission essays … but that really isn’t quite the same). Still, if I had the opportunity, I would recommend this tome to teachers all over the US. Indeed, I’d buy copies for every eighth grade history teacher and ninth grade English teacher and pray that some of them would use it in class.

Laurie’s book is most certainly in my top five for 2008. I’ve decided not to make a formal top five list, because there have been so many fantastic books this year. But seriously? Chains is one of the best YA books I’ve ever read, not just one of the best books I’ve read this year. It’s fantastic, and kudos to Laurie for exploring the domestic, female, under-appreciated side of the American Revolution.

Much love,
brina

PS. Oh, and more proof this book rocks? It’s a finalist for the 2008 National Book Award. Yay, Laurie!