Thank you Ray Bradbury...

If ever there was a Master of writing (during my life thus far), Ray Bradbury would win the award. June 5th, will mark a year of his passing, and though I am saddened new words and stories will not come from his pen, I am delighted by the multitude of pure treasures he left for I, You, and coming generations to discover.

Recently, I picked up Bradbury's Zen in the Art of Writing, and I find it fitting to discuss his inspiring words here. Any writer needs encouragement from time to time. If you write, you know it is a lonely business. A lonely business filled with the chatter of many characters, each urging you to tell their story. As a writer, we sometimes feel as though there is a need to create something new, something never told, but the genius behind Bradbury's work is how effortlessly he knew the observations of daily human life and experience was what readers wanted to hear. Whether on Mars, the future world of Earth, or the long ago days of Waukegan, Illinois--Bradbury achieved the ability to make readers comprehend human longing, desire, fear, and wonder.

Within the books essays to writers, I found it fitting Bradbury urges those trying to perfect their skills of the pen to remember youth. Remember the days of fascination and don't let anyone tell you are wrong in what you love. His essay, "On the Shoulder of Giants," reiterates this concept by speaking of how youth, the child, will continually be pushing the boundaries of literature.

"For the first time in history of art and teaching, the children have become the teachers." (p.98)

The young will be pushing the adult to discover new concepts, and through their rebellion, the adults mind will be saved and shown new light. Bradbury was discussing how recently teachers and librarians
finally accepted the genre of fantasy and science fiction to have substance. But I would argue, his concept works for all genres of literature. And I say thank you to Bradbury for always remembering the boy within. I thank him for always writing as a human being versus a scholar above others. Bradbury's mastery of writing still makes me think I need to try Dandelion Wine, and it makes me look at the merry-go-round in new light anytime I'm near a carnival. But it also makes me want to tell my stories of early morning canoe rides through the Logan marshes, moments of laughter on roof tops in a foreign country sipping Dandelion Mead, and most importantly the moments with family and the spontaneous laughter that comes from small memories spoken. Bradbury--I thank you and I shall always remember your words:

"Let us remain chidlike and not childish in our 20-20 vision, borrowing such telescopes, rockets, or magic carpets as may be needed to hurry us along to miracles of physics as well as dream." (p.106)

Bradbury, Ray. 1992: Zen in the Art of Writing: Batnam Edition: New York.

Children's Literature and the Child

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When studying "children's literature," there is a very important aspect within the genre that must be examined: The reader. Furthermore, there must be an understanding towards the cultural and societal implications that are placed on the reader. In other words, to understand the evolution of the mass genre that is "children's literature," a scholar must take on the daunting task of researching the cultural view of "child" as well as the books.

For anyone passionate about children's literature, I would highly recommend picking up a copy of: Children's Literature: A Reader's History from Aesop to Harry Potter by Seth Lerer. His approach to researching the development of the genre is a valuable resource. Lerer approaches the genre through historical perspectives of "child" while giving representations of the evolutionary progression within the genre from its antiquity to modern day (i.e. the times of the early Greek to the phenomenon that was/is Harry Potter). With interesting highlights, Lerer presents a book about books that not only educates, but entertains as well. His writing will grasp the minds and hearts of all avid readers out there.

As Lerer states in his epilogue, "The history of children's literature is a history of image as well as word. It is a history, too, of artifacts: of books as valued things, crafted and held, lived with and loved." (p. 322)

For anyone who had a book shape their life early on; this is a must read.

D.dot's Cookie Conundrum

D.dot's Cookie Conundrum

I am a firm believer bed-time stories teach us all we need to know in life. For me, I had the luxury to fall asleep to my Dad's stories. He presented versions of the Twilight Zone, as well as my all time favorite (and most requested) "The Biggest Bear" by Lynd Ward. At the time, I had no idea these stories weren't solely my Dad's. He never had a book in front of him, or the T.V. playing, when he told me his stories. He passed them along in his voice, his words. It was later in life I realized the stories derived from another teller. Isn't that the beauty of story telling, the methods it gets passed down.

Sometimes, we're lucky enough to have the person who told us those stories early on in life, inspire a new story. This month, I entered the realm of e-publishing with my book D.dot's Cookie Conundrum (available through any of Amazon's Kindle platforms). And I'm happy to announce the story is about my Dad and I. Or at least it comes from an early memory of him teaching my Brownie troupe how to bake his infamous oatmeal cookies. D.dot has become a very integral character in my life. She's the spunky kid that still lingers with me and loves to create whether through writing or baking. I truly hope you will share the story with your family and pass it along.

Follow my Facebook author page at D. Grazi.

Bleeding Newbery...

The Newbery award is a recognition to outstanding authorship within American literature for children. This year the award was presented by the American Literature Association to Jack Gantos for his novel "Dead End in Norvelt."

My familiarity with Jack Gantos was not from books, but from the documentary Library of an Early Mind (which I highly recommend a view, if you enjoy children's and YA as much as I do). As I began reading this novel, the first few chapters, I was suspicious of why it had won such an accolade. And then the America Jack grew up in began to blossom in front of me.

Being unaware of his style and voice, Jack Gantos provided me with an image of a changing America, a melding of generations, a passion for history in snap shots, and a view to living a good life, all mixed up in an ever pressing nose bleed and murder mystery filled with obits.

It seems fitting I write this post on America's Independence Day. The day we celebrate our liberties and our pursuit of happiness. For truly in Dead End in Norvelt, Jack is looking for his freedom. Freedom from a summer grounding. Thinking it will be the worst summer ever, Jack gets wrapped into intricate events that only a boy can, and finds his new "girlfriend" to be the oldest living person of Norvelt.

It is their interaction together that truly made me love this book. Youth and the elderly each learning from the other. The difference of years actually creating a stronger bond than a separation.

This is not an action packed book. It's event driven. But like Jack says in the book, "It's like when you read a book and you know that the words are important, but the images blossoming in your imagination are even more important because it's your mind that allows the words to come to life." (p. 182) The words Gantos writes are visionary. Visionary of a dying town, and the future and death of the people that made it a community. His words bring life to your own thoughts, they bring memories of those you have embraced to reside in the communities you create in your own town.

"...every living soul is a book of their own history, which sits on the ever-growing shelf in the library of human memories." (p. 259) And memories is what Gantos inspires.

His novel made me think of the small town I grew up in, how it's changing, and how at one time it seemed as though everyone knew each other, which meant you had little luck of getting away with things. It also meant that if you were in trouble, you always could find a helping hand. His novel shows the American Dream in three different generations, that of the young, parents, and the elderly.

"Dead End in Norvelt," may not be for everyone. But his novel is thought provoking.

As I came to its final pages, I realized there is no question as to why his words received the distinguished award of Newbery medal. Miss. Volker (Jack's elderly "girlfriend") states, "A good cookie is like medicine that makes you live longer." (p.170)

And Jack Gantos, as a writer, is one amazing COOKIE!!!

The Hunger Games

Last night, in SLC, it began to rain at 3:30 in the morning. I know this, not because the rain woke me up, but because I was already awake--in one of those trances only story can provide. Thankfully, being an adult means I never have parents come in and tell me I have to put the book down and go to bed. Sadly, this also means I loose the next morning due to staying up until 6:00 A.M. to finish the first book of a trilogy.

If ever I could have thought of a book that seems to combine the edge of The Lord of the Flies, The Giver, and Ender's Game, I would have never thought it would be as starkly beautiful as Suzanne Collins creation of The Hunger Games.

Collins use of first person intrigued me--it seems to be the new style for YA Lit these days. Usually, it puts me off a book, but Collins somehow was able to grasp the use of first person and the honesty it allows if only an author is willing. With its plot highly dealing with youth killing each other in an arena to win fame for their district, it may surprise some the age range of most readers for this book is 10-14. I was even shocked at how intense and dark certain parts of this book read. But I was also so pleased with the truth that was contained within the words. The Hunger Games evoked questions about my own views of social class, humanity, politics, life, family, and the fight we all have to remain true to ourselves--even if we haven't fully figured out who that is. So I guess I can understand why the ages of 10-14 are reading this novel and I hope they will read more. Many moments of this book sent chills through my skin, which had nothing to do with the rain. And as a good story can do, it had me up until the sun was rising. It is a high recommend, and I am so excited to read the next two.

More to come in the week.

The Ever Smart Mouthed Bartimaeus!!!

Sometimes, more than the story, a reader finds a character who pulls them to a book. Maybe for you it was Bilbo Baggins. Perhaps it was Ramona's quirky antics. Or, who knows, possibly you connected with Harry and his sublime way of always narrowly adverting disaster. For myself, I have fallen in love with many book characters over the years, but probably none so much as the always witty, straight-to-the-point, mischievous--yes--often smart mouthed, and looking for the escape, Bartimaeus.

I had read the wonderful Bartimaeus Trilogy a few years ago and found I was not the only one intoxicated with the character. This summer I found myself craving the skillful demons games yet again. Thankfully, I found Jonathan Stroud had released a new novel on the character (The Ring of Solomon) and I began plowing through every line and footnote with relish. 

It may be the quality in which Stroud is able to merge high fantasy with historic details and mythology that draws me to his stories, or possibly his use of various character perspectives so you see the details from every side. But I always find myself waiting for the chapters in which Bartimaeus is the narrator. If I could ask Jonathan Stroud one thing, it would be who Bartimaeus is based upon? I have a feeling it is Stroud himself, for I have no idea how he could write a more honest and reflective character.  

If you are in the mood for a good laugh, a fun fantasy, a friend or foe, Bartimaeus is for you. Just make sure to not be fooled by one of his many disguises, and always, always remember: Don't skip the footnotes! 

Excited to Share

One of the things I find with being an independent scholar who studies Children's and Young Adult Literature, is at times I find myself on a lonely road. Many of my friends and family typically have a quizzical look when I begin talking about a new book I read. My co-workers take the approach that it is just one of those cute things I'm into. They tell me to breath, because when I get talking about this field... well, I can't stop.

That is why I am excited to say that, in just a little over a month, I will be having the experience of talking with others who share my passion. June 22-26, you will be able to find me at Hollins University in Virginia, where I will be presenting a paper at the Children's Literature Associations Conference. If you couldn't tell from my last post, the paper will of course be on L. Frank Baum's "The Wizard of OZ," entitled The Yellow Brick Road: A Path Towards Woman's Suffrage. My hope is that those I meet won't stare at me with a quizzical look when I present, but instead with understanding and insight.

Currently, I am in the process of writing and reviewing all the material I have compiled. If anyone reading this blog has thoughts on how the Wizard of Oz connects with Woman's Suffrage, I would greatly appreciate comments.

Until next time, I'm off to see the Wizard and make a few friends along the way.

City of Emeralds

This St. Patrick's day I find myself in the City of Emeralds. I wish I could say that I was traveling through Ireland, but if not Ireland than the Emerald City of OZ will have to do. I hope the Irish will not mind this post about an American author on their celebrated day. But as I see it, St. Patrick did more than send snakes away, he cherished, wrote, and recorded stories.

For the last month I have been--slowly--reading a biography on the life of L.Frank Baum (L. Frank Baum Creator of OZ: A Biography by Katharine M. Rogers) As I read about his successes and failures (he didn't find his true calling as a children's author until age 40--there may be hope for me yet), I was intrigued to find a man who created--without knowing it--an American classic.

Many of us may think we know the story by heart, because of our viewing of the MGM vibrant colored film. Judy Garland, and her farm girl pigtails, are iconic. But Dorothy and her story goes so much further than one film. OZ has been adapted and embedded within our culture to an extent that the original story has been shelved away, and yet we still understand the phrase, "There's no place like home," or "We're not in Kansas anymore."

So it is, that I took the book off the shelf again. And as I traipse through OZ with Dorothy, the Scarecrow, Tin Woodman, and the Cowardly Lion, I find myself reminded of the great land Baum created. A land that was structured after America. And I wonder what his thoughts were in 1900? For he states the story was written "merely to please."

Please it has, and yet--as any scholar of tales will tell you--there was a purpose. A moral. A value placed upon this land and the characters. Dorothy's quest is like so many of ours, we are all constantly trying to find our way back home from the cyclones of life that so easily sweep us off our feet. And if I have learned anything from her trek (and L. Frank Baum's story), it is to keep my head high, think things through clearly, allow friends to help, and never let someone tell you things can't be done (also, it doesn't hurt to have a pair of magical-silver shoes).

"Don't Tell the Grown-Ups:"

Lets make it clear, children's literature has provided an outlet for revolutionary acts, conducted in silence and behind closed doors, for years. Hidden under the adults nose, authors continue to sneak progress and change by the masked veil that the words in their novels are "just for kids."

In any academic field, there must be debate. And one of the most enjoyable experiences I have is delving deeper into the genre of children's literature. This does include reading new novels, but it also means hearing the debate. Back in January of 2010, I posted that I had yet to enter an academic course taught on children's literature that taught, "how a book within [this genre] becomes part of the readers philosophy and view of...the culture they are submersed." (old post entitled "Jump")

Though I have still not entered such a class. I know that they do exist. And as I wait for this opportunity, I have begun to delve into the scholarly texts written on my favorite topic of discussion.

This Christmas I received the wonderful gift of one such book: "Don't Tell the Grown-Ups: The Subversive Power of Children's Literature" by Alison Lurie. I quickly began devouring all the information this author had to provide. Written dominantly on British authors within children's literature, Lurie marks revolutionary acts within classic books and the decisive reasoning by authors for writing within the genre.

Lurie's own writing style is accessible and compelling. Providing first an introductory review of children's literature and its history, she continues the text by breaking down individual authors and their stories use within culture. One of her key statements is that we must keep in touch with children. We must read their books, and listen to their rhymes in order to understand, "what has been censored from culture in the past," and to know "what our kids are really up to today." (p. 15)

But most importantly, by reading children's literature we are provided "a way of understanding and renewing our own childhood." (p. 204)

Further Children's Literature References:
"The Child That Books Built: A Life in Reading" by Francis Spufford
"Sticks and Stones: The Troublesome Success of Children's Literature from Slovenly Peter to Harry Potter" by Jack Zipes
"Children's Literature" by Peter Hunt

Oh Ida B.

Can you remember being eight or nine? It was that time when so many things ran through your head; the time you knew when to tell your parents things and when you were supposed to keep quiet and listen; and the world was truly your oyster.

And then one day you grew up. On Thursday you're jumping out the second story window onto the pile of stuffed animals you tossed down to cushion your fall. Then Friday, your scared of elevators, hoping with all hope not to plummet to the ground. Yet every now and then there's that voice in back of your head (long forgotten) whispering to you how you used to love to fly.

Well, this voice, that so often whispers to me in the night, must still be ringing strong in the mind of Katherine Hannigan. With the simple poetic style of writing from a nine-year-old's mind, Katherine Hannigan made me laugh, cry, think, and breathe a sigh of relief while reading "Ida B. ... and Her Plans to Maximize Fun, Avoid Disaster, and (Possibly) Save the World." (I mean really, who could resist such a title).

This novel discusses environmental issues, health, public and home education, as well as the fabulous nature or the creative, ah inspiring, resourceful character Ida B. Your able to sit down at a coffee shop and finish this story in a mere few hours, if you'd like. And the story will transport you to the days on the playground, the days you knew trees could dance and talk, and most importantly, the days when a person listening to your voice--truly listening--was all you needed to be connected and rooted in your true self.

So take the time to talk with Ida B., making sure to call her Ida B. not Ida when you ask her to play a round of dodgeball in life. And remember her words, "... sometimes, when you haven't talked with a friend for awhile, even if it's strange and stiff and you don't quite know what to say, it can still feel better than ever." (p. 227)

Thankful for the Picture Book

You may have been wondering if I abandoned my mission to save the picture book. My last post on this mission was back in mid October. The mission is still on, but with every mission there is a process. As this month is dedicated to being thankful for all the various things in our lives, I have decided to give thanks to the picture book. My thanks is for all the times I sat by our bookshelves as a kid and entered the wonderful world of story by flipping a book's pages and seeing illustrations spring from the page. Each image sparked new ideas, or made me laugh, or just simply delighted my eyes.

Today I highlight the wonderful and talented Chris Van Allsburg. I remember sitting up late in the night, starring out my December frosted window, in that house I called the log cabin, waiting to hear the train whistle blow and hope that I would be asked to ride The Polar Express. I remember the black and white sketches from Jumanji that colored the animal kingdom and my imagination at the same time.

But my favorite of his work came later in life when I found The Mysteries of Harris Burdick, while working at Barnes & Noble. What caught my eye is the multiple and complex stories the book tells without a linear written story. One simple sentence, placed next to an illustration, is all it took for my mind to enter the wonderful world many dub Wonderland.

It was a book that sparked my interests and creativity. It was a book that made me look at the images and tell my own story, full with beginning, middle and end. It was a book that made me look at it again, and again, and again.

Every time I view this book, I find new stories within familiar illustrations. My favorite of the illustrations being the fifth entitled: Another Place, Another Time. The one sentence provided reads, "If there was an answer, he'd find it there." With the wind blowing in the sail, Chris Van Allsburg's sentence depicts my belief in story. For truly we find our answers in our tales. Thank you Chris Van Allsburg for your art and the spark it passes down. And thank you to the picture book and all the tales drawn.

I ask you to share your favorite picture books here as well. No matter what country you are from, I know there were picture books that shaped your childhood, and in turn made you see the world as you do now. Whether you share them with me or a friend, it's time for us to give thanks to our beloved illustrators and authors.

Wickedness with the master Ray Bradbury

I usually have one of four reading experiences:

1. I pick up a book and quickly plow through to pass the time.
2. I pick up a book, read a few chapters, put it down then pick it up again just because I am obsessive about knowing what happens in a story--whether I like it or not.
3. I pick up a book, become so absorbed that I read until I'm done not even stopping to eat.
4. I pick up a book and become so mesmerized by the story and magnificent writing that I begin to read it aloud. I put down the book not because I am borrowed or tired, but because I want to savor every last word written and I don't want the book to end.

Its a treasure when experience 4 appears in my life. And with Ray Bradbury, I found myself hypnotized by his words yet again as I tasted fall dance on the air.

This October I needed a little scare. When I was young I  had my first ever slumber party, complete with scary movies, include the film "Something Wicked This Way Comes." I figured why not give the book a try and see if the words could spark like lightning this Halloween season. And let me just say, Bradbury's words didn't disappoint. They danced and glowed around me as I watched the leaves change and fall in front of me. Early into the book, sitting outside at my frequented coffee shop, I began to read the book aloud (not caring who listened near me) for this book is one that cries to be heard.

The sound quality alone would have been enough for me to enjoy this read, but of course Bradbury doesn't stop there. For truly this book is a coming of age story, but not merely of the child, but the adult. It is a story of father and son, son and father. It is a story about change, that change that can't be stopped or pushed to arrive early. It is a story about life and our yearning to not merely ride the merry-go-round in circles, but gallop, jump, and dance across all of life's adventures. And it is a story written in cunning prose that will make your heart quicken. Its fitting that Bradbury dedicated this work to none other than Gene Kelly.

Bradbury's descriptions are profound. My favorite illusion in this book is when he describes the library, "This was a factory of spices from far countries." (p.13) And that is truly what each of Bradbury's books are, a unique spice/flavor that transports you to forgotten times or awakens you to the taste at hand.

A Mission and A New Look

I am on a mission!

"What is this mission?" you ask--

SAVE THE PICTURE BOOK

After reading the New York Times's article this October discussing the drastic decline in picture book publishing, and parents strongly urging their children to only read chapter books, I found myself flashing back to my past.

Reflecting back to all those times I scanned the shelves at my home, sat on the floor and flipped the pages to view illustration after illustration, I wondered who I would have been without "The Gorilla Did It," "Where the Wild Things Are," "The Polar Express," or "Goodnight Moon."

With the pictures on the pages I created my own stories; I saw my room become a forest, I waited late in the evening to hear the trains whistle outside my own frosted window, and in the evenings now--with the light gone--I whisper "Good night mittens and good night kittens..."

So to hear parents are saying, "My kid doesn't need books with pictures anymore." I have to ask what pictures they are creating for their own lives?

Which brings me to my mission to save the picture book. If you would like to help me on this mission, the first step is to share.

Take a fresh look at the picture book. Go to a bookstore, library, or shelf and pick a picture book up. Go ahead read it aloud and let the images impress your eyes. Next take the time to share the title of the picture book you read in the comment box below.

More to come later.

Web Spinning

If you have ever heard the storyteller Carmen Deedy tell the story--live--of her first encounter with a librarian, than you'll understand why I picked up "Charlotte's Web."

It's interesting I never read this book in my youth, considering it holds a key line that my family and friends find vital in knowing me: "The quickest way to spoil a friendship is to wake somebody up in the morning before he [or she, in my case] is ready."(p. 35) And as such I found myself drawn to Charlotte's character.

I don't know what I was thinking I would find in the old hard cover book, which had my sisters name scrawled delicately in crayon as only a child can do. But I set off on an adventure with the intent to save Wilbur, and instead found myself entranced by the life (or web) I've been spinning for myself.

For the past while now, I have felt as though I have just been hanging on. Hanging by a thread, as they say. I have been aching for those days of youth when the choices were merely who you would play with that day and not which bill can wait to be paid. And so I found my response surprising when I read the line, "The world is a wonderful place when your young."(p. 18) I thought to myself, 'yes it was, but it most certainly still is.' And as I read along, Charlotte began to trim back her web to make room for the words that would show the world how an ordinary pig named Wilbur is some-terrific-humble pig. With each new word Charlotte created, I began feeling as though I could see through the web I've been casting around myself.

Sometimes we just need a new narrative for ourselves (as my mom would say). It's as easy as changing three little words: bored, tired, and frustrated become excited, poised and adventurous. So my new narrative is not Wilbur's, but Charlotte's children began building my web to read: Denver is excited, poised, and drawn to the adventurous day.

What does your narrative say?

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Last month I had a friend staying with me. I noticed her reading the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riodan. I had been told by various people (kids and adults alike) that I should read these very popular books, and so I quickly picked them up when my friend was finished. A week later I found myself finished with the five book series and a bit perplexed.

First, lets say that I highly enjoyed all the Greek mythology used through the series. I made the effort to write down all that I need to go back and look up. I love it when a book makes you search for more. Riodan's interpretation of the attitude of the Gods and the representation of monsters was creative and also thought provoking. The reading itself was fast paced and I found myself wanting to get home to finish the story instead of going out with friends or cooking myself dinner. But the use of first person narrative did throw me a bit. I found I was just waiting for action more than fully processing the story. As such, I don't remember much detail in the story, just plot. That is until I got to book five and this is where I became perplexed.

Riodan wrote a line that I realized I had been hoping for. The line created the books title, "Home, Hearth, the last Olympian." (p.103) This poignant phrase (all five words) made my heart skip. He got it, I thought to myself. Story is what keeps us going, what makes us live, what makes us jump, laugh, cry, and think. Story connects us together even when we don't know one another.

Riodan continued my suspense and I was so excited when I read, Gods need mortals to keep them alive. He was so close and I was ready; ready for Story to be given justice. And then Riodan missed his opportunity. The opportunity to express that story lives and we all must keep it going. Instead he brushed by what could have been a highly significant moment and paraphrased, "Hope survives best at the hearth." (p.308)

I was confused. I enjoyed the books, but I felt misguided. I feel as though Riodan didn't truly know the story he was writing. In the end, he missed the point. He focused on the "heroes journey," when the true importance was the heroes that reside in each human, waiting to come out even with out the powers of Zeus, Posiden, or Hades racing through our veins.

And who knows, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe Riodan knew along what he was writing. Maybe he was just waiting silently like Hearth, waiting for someone to notice. And maybe all will be written in his second series coming this October. The first book entitled "The Lost Hero." Because lets not forget, "Hope does not leave without being given permission." (p228). Hearth will always be the last Olympian. And if we surround ourselves around her, warm ourselves by her fire and tell our stories, then hope will never die. Story will live forever.

Harry Potter Fandomtastic!

Recently, I have been consumed with my "Hogwartian" studies. Many may catch onto this term, but to those who do not understand, it means that for the past six months I have immersed myself (yet again) in the Harry Potter canon. For years this story has played an influential role in my life, and this mid July I found myself preparing to speak on the subject, while also surrounding myself and intermingling with over 2,400 other Harry Potter fans.

Infinitus 2010 was a celebration of the Harry Potter story and a time to play in the newly built (and might I add, stunningly beautiful and detailed) Wizarding World of Harry Potter. I spent my time at the conference between lectures, Live Wizards Chess, a few Wrock shows, A Very Potter Sequel--the musical, and just watching in fascination at all the costumed Death Eaters who were the life of the party.

I could write pages and pages on the Harry Potter books, but I won't do that here. What I want to discuss is the most important element that sprung from the books pages--THE READERS RESPONSE.

No matter your view of the story, there is no denying that Harry Potter took on a life unlike anything we have seen in literary history. There are multiple factors that provided this story to be grasped by so many people in so many different countries--technology, word of mouth, the need for play, and the desire to hear our misplaced folklore anew--all played a role. But it was the reader that acted when the book was closed.

Harry Potter fans have created the most prolific artistic, activist, and human response than any other fan base to my knowledge (Harry Potter Alliance, HPEF, etc). As I watched and listened to fans at the conference it became apparent to me that Harry Potter studies goes further than the words on the pages. I had known this before going to the conference (for that matter I was speaking on just that topic), but to see it in action, meet the people who have played their role, and to recognize my own involvement, was inspiring. My only question now is can the fandom survive?

And so I am attaching my conference paper to my Academic page (top right corner) for those who would like to read it. I recommend taking the time to prepare a small bowl of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans (Grass being my favorite) and a small glass of Butterbeer, before endeavoring on my crazy antics.

Meeting Orson Scott Card

There is a trepidation that comes when you are about to meet a person who has been so influential in your life and that person doesn’t know it. A mixture of pure excitement, nervousness, and an over whelming fear of making a fool of yourself takes over. And then an oddity occurs. You walk into the room and sit down, and the person who, I can only say has been like the Wizard of OZ to me, steps out from behind the curtain. The person I admire and thought all knowing and perfect was unmistakably HUMAN, mixed with oddities and quirks (and a few opinions I don't agree with) and yet none of my trepidation left, for my respect for the author Orson Scott Card endures.

Late June I took what is called “Uncle Orson’s Writing Workshop,” at UVSU. As I wrote in January 2010, Orson Scott Card was the author who began my journey and my love for reading. I clung to his novels all through my teen years, not reading any other author. When I did finally branch into different genres and authors, Card was the one I pitted them against. Did they have his style, his ability to use words in such a way as though images and characters sprung from the pages? Could another author keep my interest?

Obviously they could keep my interest, and I found that every author has a unique voice. My passion for literature grew, but it was Card that began the whole process. And now I was sitting in a conference room listening to him speak to well over 60 writers who were all looking for him to guide them down his path.

I could write about all the tidbits of information on writing he gave us, but I feel as though that would be stealing his information. Instead I would like to write here about the things he said that gave me hope.

1- Forget everything you were taught in school on how to write. It took me two years after my Master’s degree to write anything good. You each have a unique voice, use it.

This, for me, was such a delight to hear. My style of writing has never been very academic or elite and I have paid for this in my educational undertakings. But to hear him say this made my heart leap. It wasn’t a matter of a rigged rule on how to write, but the idea that your voice is important and it is in the refining of that voice that each story will take shape.

2- Ideas are cheap.

So many of my friends have ideas for stories. I have heard the telling of idea upon idea, and yet I have never seen a written word on a page from these ideas (minus the rare exception). So if “Ideas are cheap,” action must be priceless. I have written a few of my stories down and it is now high time that I kick my butt in gear and begin sending them off to publishers.

3- You are a fellow skeptic, and I mean that as a compliment.

On the last day of the workshop, Card agreed to sign books and take a few photos with people. Standing in line, seeing all the others with there crisp hard cover additions, I stared at the two books in my hand. As I placed the books in front of Card I told him I was sorry they were a bit bruised. I handed him the mass-market additions of Ender’s Game and Xenocide I have held onto since I was 13. As he signed them, he said to me that I was a skeptic and that this was a good thing.

For eighteen years I have held onto Cards novels. And I am sure that they will continue to be in my possession well into the future. And as he said, I am a skeptic, always questioning the words placed before me, even his. But may I say, I cherish each and every question those words make me answer.

"The Devil drinks Shirley Temples"

Apparently, I am in the mode to read books that contain mind altering beverages. After finishing the lovely story of Dandelion Wine, I moved my taste buds to another author--I must admit--I usually don't read. Tom Robbins, though a great writer, is not my favorite. I have read a couple of his novels and it's a personal preference of mine not to read more. But when one is handed a book to read by a fellow colleague, then one holds onto that book for a month and doesn't read a word, I found myself in an unusual predicament: To read or not read Tom Robbins.

In the end the cover struck me: "A Grown-up book for children" or "A Children's Book for Grown-ups." How could I--a person that is adamant the children's literature genre is not just for kids--pass by this opportunity. And so I focused, walked down to my office--local coffee shop--and opened the book "B is for Beer."

Looking back on it, I should have opened a cold brew from my fridge and sipped while reading this funny story that was such an educational delight. Working in the industry of beer slinging (yes people, I am a server at a brew pub), I found this text more educational then my one day early morning brew training.

Plus, Robbins did an excellent job of showing the unusual similarities and differences of youth and adult, society and reality, and the nuances and stereotypes of alcohol. In two hours I had completed the story and laughed more than I have with a book in a long time. Plus, who can resist the excellent line, "The Devil drinks Shirley Temples." (p.63)--one of my favorite drinks by the way.

No this is not a book for children--though I do think they would see the humor--but it shows not all children's books are for kids, some are for grown-ups.

And I must say I will recommend this Tom Robbins book to others. Plus, I will be using its insightful information on beer to help achieve a higher tip percentage.

A Taste of "Dandelion Wine"

I am a firm believer that books call to a person. They sit on the shelf waiting the time to beckon their information to a reader, give a guiding hand, or clear the fog around a few of life's mysteries. Our only job as readers is to listen and keep an open mind. It doesn't matter if the book is new or one already read; for the stages in every persons life allot for discovery and re-discovery.

Reading Ray Bradbury's "Dandelion Wine" came at a time that synced with all that was going on in my life and all the changes I didn't know how to handle. As my mother says, "this is a book that should be read every ten years." Different from Bradbury's science fiction style, the novel is a coming of age story, not just for youth, but for every age of life: youth, teen, adult, elderly. It encompasses life's change at every age in every dimension, desire, and trepidation. It depicts those defining moments.

This year I began volunteering with a hospice and family care company. I found myself conducting and piecing together the oral history of a fabulous woman who just turned 99. A five month adventure of listening to a strangers life opened my eyes and gave me insights into my own life and the inability to stop age.

As spring jumped to life so did "Dandelion Wine" spring into my outstretched hand. When not reading, I took the book with me everywhere I went in my purse: Go to pay for a coffee and there it was, reach for my phone to talk to a friend, and my fingers fumbled across the curve and spine of "Dandelion Wine." I read it slowly and absorbed every chapter with each word pouring from my silently spoken lips.

Reading this novel, I kept a pen in hand and found myself underlying passages left and right. Each passage opened new thoughts to the oral history I was working on, as well as my new found age phobia. I recognized my luck and the importance of what I was doing. The more the chapters passed by the more I felt this was Bradbury's "Peter Pan." Only the ticking crocodile of time wasn't just chasing Hook, but all the lost boys in turn, ready to eat each whole without thought or concern.

As Doug says in the book, "The magic was always in the new pair..."(p.20). Doug was referring to summer sneakers, but the realty is that life is magical with each new step a person takes. It's not just our first steps that should be recorded, it's our fifth, our sixteenth, our twenty-first, our thirtieth, and our ninety-ninth that need to be preserved so when the time comes it's possible to uncork them and take just a small sip to remember and then move forward. It is our self discovery at every age that is important, because as Grandpa states, "It was over before it began..." (p.237). In short, enjoy it or life will pass you by.

And so I take the words of "Dandelion Wine" to my memory box, bottled away to ponder, and maybe in another few years I will uncork this master piece again and taste a sip of "Dandelion Wine" with my next stage of life.

Bradbury, Ray. "Dandelion Wine," The Grand Master Editons, Bantam Books. New York: 1976