Upon recommendation of a librarian friend, I just completed two of Ms. Ibbotson’s books: The Abominables (Read with my daughters), and The Ogre of Oglefort. Ms. Ibbotson just passed last year, and reading her touching, heartfelt tales of accessible whimsy I am glad to have finally discovered her, and sad for her artistic loss. However, she was prolific in her career. An author of well over 30 books, she was a proponent of adventures, insisting children get them in their blood early. I aspire to her innocence of story, filled with other-worldly but accessible and emotionally real characters. Her imagination and heart alone, not to mention her broad story base, are alone worth reading her works to children.
Jonathan Auxier is an author gaining notoriety as an instant master with his two novels: Peter Nimble and his Fantastic Eyes (his debut), and The Night Gardener. Both very different, both very fantastical, the latter spooky and the former sweet and outlandish. Read them, read them. That’s all I’m going to say.
D. M. Cornish is an Australian author whom I simply cannot believe isn’t more know for his incredibly and deeply developed, far-reaching and completely engaging Monster Blood Tattoo trilogy: Foundling, Lamplighter, and Factotum. These novels weave a near-completely unique world smacking of steam punk and the Napoleonic era, where monsters and humans live a competitive existence, each infringing on each other’s lands. Young ones are recruited into service as lamplighters who light the far-stretching roads, protecting travelers from wandering beasts. Add in Jedi-esque lone warrior women composed of strange transplanted organs kept fit though draughts of strange brews and Cornish creates an entirely delightful, detailed, epic story that should be on everyone’s tongue far before the names of many cookie-cutter YA fantasy authors. Again, these books probably start at a 13 year-old audience, and carry well into entertaining adults…43 year-old adults, even.
I’m undergoing an invasion. Bludgeoning, relentless. Midnight, midday. At work and at home. A massacre of every moment. It’s like one of those giant automatons from the movies, crashing through the landscape. People running, screaming bloody murder, stumbling over kittens and lobsters, or whatever the heck happens to be in the street, as they scramble over each other, every soul for themselves, clawing in a mad dash to escape the giant foot that, come on, let’s be fo’ real, is going to smash the putty out of every dag nabbed person in the city. Smashed out. Putty. Nasty. I digress.
KIDS. Kids have taken me over: my three girls, my students, my readers (which as of yet – let’s be honest and fo’ real – there aren’t yet many). So, I’ve embraced it. Kids are my life. Literally. (And figuratively.)
If you like kids, or are one, read this blog and you’ll possibly stumble upon stuff about:
Fun things to create
Pancreases that eat themselves (you probably know it as type 1 diabetes)
The latest in girls’ hair accessories. (Fo’ real.)
The occasional samurai sword and/or ninja stuff
The way you have to live your life. NOW. GO. I mean it. I know the answers. (I have no idea as to the answers. Have fun? Try hard? Eat food?)
Haribo Gummis (If you’re eating other gummis your wasting your time. Actually, you’re wasting everybody’s time. So stop.)
The Loch Ness Monster
When and when not to toot
Rumpelstiltskin (And how it emotionally scarred me. Forever. And ever.)
Cool things we all need to buy. With other people’s monies.
New York City (where everyone should live for at least a little bit)
We’re testing tees and graphics we like. Once we hit the winning combo, they’ll be for sale on my rsinclairmills.com site.
This pic shows Percy, the narrator of the original Manchewla puppet play…for adults…when it wasn’t a middle-grade novel and a character smoking would not have raised an eye. Come to think of it, Percy may not be for sale. Ahem. Don’t smoke.