Thoughts on the power of children’s literature

Children’s writers have a beautiful responsibility.

After all, children’s literature is the first reading material most people encounter in their lifetimes. Books written by children’s authors are the doorway to a lifetime of reading.

I’ve mentioned in the past that the majority of five-star books in my Goodreads list are children’s books. Early reading has a strong impact on creating a lifetime reading habit.

What an honor to be one of the first authors on the road to literacy and reading.

I recently learned a classroom in my city is reading “Sarah & Katy and the Imagination Blankets” together. For that reason, I have a responsibility — particularly as an independent author — to write exciting, interesting, and educational material that is free of errors. (Although not didactic in its education.) I owe it to young readers to have well-edited material. If there’s the slightest chance that one of my books will be among those that shape a child’s reading life, I owe them the best book I can offer.

Those five-star books in my Goodreads list — those favorites from my childhood — laid the foundation for joy in reading. They encouraged me to continue exploring shelves to seek out more new favorites. They opened worlds beyond my bedroom, introducing me to multitudes of people, places, situations, emotions, and ideas.

That’s the power of children’s literature. I’m grateful to be a part of it, both as a reader and a writer.

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Imagining adulthood

As a child, I imagined plenty of adventures and scenarios.

Some days I’d hop on my bed, tie the bonnet I got at the Laura Ingalls Wilder home under my chin, plant a chair (or in my imagination’s eye, a horse) in front of me, and ride away in my Conestoga wagon down the Oregon trail.

Some days I’d dig out my sister’s pink plastic teapot (a.k.a. a genie’s lamp), set it on the windowsill at the bottom of the stairs, then go back upstairs and tiptoe down into the Cave of Wonders, Aladdin-style.

Some days I crawl around for hours, until the heels of my hands and my knees were rubbed pink and raw, pretending to be White Fang or Sham (the horse from Marguerite Henry’s “King of the Wind”).

But many days, my imagination and play centralized on a common theme: adulthood.

I would pull out dolls and pretend to be a mother. I’d assemble all the dogs in my Beanie Baby collection and be a contestant showing my award-winning cocker spaniel in a dog show.  I would line up more dolls in a row and pretend to be a teacher, or go outside to our basketball hoop and imagine myself as a coach. I even spent my allowance on a pack of index cards once so I could go home, stick one card in every book I owned, and be a librarian for an afternoon, loaning out books and stamping due dates on the cards.

Each day, I imagined a new scenario. I piloted airplanes and spacecraft, navigated ships, explored the Antarctic and deserted islands. In my mind, adulthood was adventurous and glamorous and free.

In childhood, I had more careers in a week than a person could have in a lifetime. None of those daydreams included balancing checkbooks, paying bills, commuting, doing dishes, putting away laundry (my least favorite chore) …

As an adult, I’ve settled into the routine of the many less-than-glamorous aspects of adulthood. (The latest one being tax preparation … oh frabjous day.) But there’s still some residual adulthood daydreams jangling around in my mind. As much as I love being a journalist and independent children’s author, I often find myself daydreaming about getting a master’s degree in children’s literature and becoming a full-time author. But wouldn’t it be more fun to work in a library? Then again, I visualize myself more as a small business owner, running a secondhand book shop downtown. Except I want to be a grade school teacher instead.

Romanticizing careers and imagining myself in those roles is still part of everyday life. (Although I don’t act them out with dolls or index cards in books anymore … but every once in a while you’ll catch me carrying on a conversation with an imaginary person.) There are days I catch myself in the midst of these daydreams and wonder, “Will I ever stop imagining adulthood and just settle into being an adult?”

And my internal reply is always the same.

I hope not.

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BOOK REVIEW: ‘The Imaginary’ [A.F. Harrold, Emily Gravett]

My previous news editor used to say, “Every good story begins with a question.”

He wasn’t telling us the first sentence of an article had to end with a question mark. Instead, it was his advice for finding a starting point for news coverage. Find a question, and then write an article to answer that question.

Even though his advice was meant for news, A.F. Harrold shows it’s just as relevant in fiction. In “The Imaginary” (reading level: 8-12 years), the question is: What happens to an imaginary friend who is separated from his/her child?

Plot

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Rudger is Amanda Shuffleup’s imaginary friend. When Amanda is hit by a car and hospitalized, Rudger is suddenly left alone. Without Amanda’s imagination to keep him intact, Rudger is at risk of Fading, which happens when imaginary friends are forgotten. Fortunately, he’s found by a cat named Zinzan before he fades completely and finds haven in a library, where dozens of imaginary friends find refuge.

Why a library? As Emily, a fellow imaginary, explains: “[…] we’re imagined. Look around, this place is like an oasis: it’s made of imagination.”

Living in the library isn’t a permanent solution for imaginaries, but it fuels them long enough to find a new child. However, Rudger isn’t content with settling for a new child. He is determined to find his way back to Amanda.

As if it isn’t complicated enough to try to find her without Fading, a villainous adult who eats imaginary friends as a means of keeping his own imaginary friend alive is hot on Rudger’s trail as he tries to find his way back to his best friend.

My Thoughts

I read this book immediately after reading “Crenshaw,” another novel about an imaginary friend that left me dissatisfied. In Katherine Applegate’s “Crenshaw,” I was left wanting more time with the titular character, an oversized imaginary cat named. Not much time was spent with the imaginary friend in that book, and in the end, Crenshaw seemed more like a plot device to spout wisdom than a necessary character.

But this review isn’t about that book. Where “Crenshaw” fell short, “The Imaginary” outdid itself.

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An interior illustration of imaginary friends living in the library in ‘The Imaginary’

The story is brilliantly written and illustrated. The tension of Rudger’s separation from Amanda, plus his narrow escapes from the imaginary-devouring Mr. Bunting, keep the reader turning pages. The book doesThe imaginary pagen’t shy away from being darker than the average kid lit selection (but never so dark to be nightmare-inducing).

The book also explores the power of imagination, which wins it big points from me. There’s one exchange between Amanda’s mother and another mother, in which the other mom insists her daughter needs a child psychologist because she’s “seeing things” and has an imaginary friend. Amanda’s mother, meanwhile, encourages having an imaginary friend and using the imagination.

There’s also a touching sequence near the end involving Amanda’s mother and her childhood imaginary friend. It just goes to show we never quite outgrow our imaginations. There are few messages dearer to my heart than that one.

This book gets a high score of 4 out of 5.

  • The Imaginary, by A.F. Harrold, illustrated by Emily Gravett, 2014, Bloomsbury Publishing Plc. 221 pages, readers 8 to 12 years old. $16.99 hardcover
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How to Plan an Author Skype Visit (Fun Tips for Authors, Teachers and Librarians)

Tara Lazar's avatarWriting for Kids (While Raising Them)

I’ve done several dozen classroom Skype visits and I keep refining my techniques. (Yes, I have actual techniques!) I found that many author friends were nervous about doing Skype visits and I’m here to tell you—they’re the best thing since sliced smoked-meat knishes from Caplansky’s! (What can I say, I’m hungry and I just saw them on Food Network.)

Skype visits allow you to stay at home while spreading the joy of reading all over the world! I’ve visited Sicily, Brazil, Kuala Lumpur, and yes—even Canada—from the comfort of my laptop.

Here are my best tips for planning a fun and memorable author Skype visit…

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Create anticipation.
I love Skype visits because I don’t have to get dressed up. I can stay in my jammies all day! I tell the kids as a children’s book author, pajamas are my “office uniform.” No suit and tie or fancy-schmancy pearl…

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Reading books to inspire writing books

AngelPetersonWith the start of a new year comes the start of work on “The Mountain of Dempsey Molehill,” my in-progress middle grade novel.

To get in the proper frame of mind, I’ve kicked off my year with reading “How Angel Peterson Got His Name.” Back in October, I read “A Long Way From Chicago.” Both books are written in an episodic manner, which is how Dempsey Molehill’s story will unfold.

Both “Angel Peterson” and “Chicago” are books I’ve read in the past, and both stuck with me. Each follows children through mischief and antics (although in “Chicago”, Grandma Dowdel is wreaking more mischief than the Chicagochildren), and both are sprinkled with humor. Their structure has inspired many of my plans for Dempsey Molehill’s structure.

“The Mountain of Dempsey Molehill” is narrated by Dempsey, the middle child among his four siblings. The story follows a year in the life of the Molehill family — the year their father runs for mayor.

It’s a lofty goal to aim to fall among the ranks of authors like Gary Paulsen and Richard Peck. What can I say? I like to aim high. In Dempsey Molehill, I aim to capture similar mischief (and near mayhem) as Paulsen’s “Angel Peterson” plus humor and heart such as that in Peck’s “Chicago.”

10750040_844769998900549_5553541450399861407_o As I said in a previous blog post, 2016 is my year of immersion — that includes immersing myself in some of the best children’s literature on the market. Great reading is the starting point of inspiration for great writing.

Let’s hope the great books I’ve been reading lately lead to good things.

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