LISA GRAFF: Lost In The Sun Ooo, goody! I love new-book-release Tuesday. Today we celebrate the release of an awesome new book by Lisa Graff, Lost In the Sun. Young readers, get ready to get your socks knocked off. For real. This book has lots of drama, action and plain old-fashioned good writing. It follows … Continue reading NEW REVIEW
The New York Public Library, The Brooklyn Library and the Queens Library, along with the NYC school library network, has selected President of the Whole Fifth Grade--a book totally written by yours truly--for their recommended summer reading list. Oh, New York. Thank you so much. It's such an honor. Now if you're reading this in … Continue reading THANK YOU, NEW YORK!
I’ve read this book. It is awesome. If you want to be awesome, you must read this book, too.
To spread the Lisa Graff love, Penguin Young Readers is hosting a sweepstakes to give away 25 copies of LOST IN THE SUN!
To enter, tweet “Preorder #LostInTheSun http://bit.ly/PreOrderLostInTheSun @lisagraff to enter to win 25 signed copies! US only Ends 5/25” or your own language—but make sure to use the link and the hashtag.
School Library Journal will also be hosting a twitter chat with Lisa Graff on pub day, so please join for that on May 26th!
Sometimes I read professional book reviews and wonder why the heck do I bother writing about books on this little blog. Did you see the review of Lisa Graff’s Lost in the Sun in the New York Times? It is a beautiful review. I wish that I could figure out how to do such beautiful things with the words and sentence I use when writing about books.
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GO FUND ME I’m counting on you to help make this work. When President of the Whole Sixth Grade gets released in November, I want to make a splash. Name in lights! Press conferences! Television appearances! OK, none of that’s going to happen. So help me have the next best thing. I want to travel … Continue reading
CORDUROY by DON FREEMAN I have memories of sitting with my mother, tucked protectively behind the crook of her legs. We’re on a sofa in our living room. The ‘70s have yet to dawn. As memories sometimes do, these appear in quick, tiny bursts—a tiny flash of recognition, before—poof—the image dissipates and fades. Flash! My … Continue reading My favorite book when I was little