Then I went to the YALSA Lit Symposium in St. Louis, and the sessions there were by far the freshest and the most applicable to my work as a teen librarian I have encountered in one place. The YA librarian rock star presenters, the dozens of authors, and plenty of time to catch up with the colleagues who have become dear friends made the whole thing downright magical. The awesome view of the landmark arch helped, too.
I got back from the Lit Symposium to find a letter notifying me I had been appointed to the USBBY Board of Directors (which means heading back to St. Louis, as they meet there next fall). I have always been a huge fan of IBBY, so working with the national affiliate is beyond thrilling. That group has two members each from NCTE, IRA, CBC and ALA, and I will be one of the two ALA appointees for the next two years. This might make up a little bit for my inferiority complex about never having been on a selection committee.
Then I went to ALAN, my favorite annual YA literature infusion, which was in Las Vegas this time, possibly the least bookish city in the world, though I was tickled to see the awesome public library advertising in the airport.
As always, it turned me on to dozens of new titles and authors. I spent the holiday weekend reading through some of my ALAN box (My Friend Dahmer, Out of the Easy, Mexican Whiteboy and Personal Effects). I was a little tickled to see some recent favorites show up on the Kirkus 100 Best Children's Books of 2012 list. Some picks were predictable, so I was happy they shook it up with:
- A Greyhound of a Girl I actually read Roddy Doyle's latest as an egalley, thought it was a novella rather than for younger readers, but it is sweet and haunting.
- It Jes' Happened: When Bill Traylor Started to Draw, a picture book biography of an Alabama artist with gorgeous folk art illustrations and a jewel palette.
- Little White Duck I found this in my run-up-to-China reading. It's a lovely comic, serial anecdotes about growing up during the Cultural Revolution.
- The Impossible Rescue. I sometimes regret not racing more nonfiction. This is my favorite sort, tackling a historic effort with a sense of adventure and doom, can there be too many books about the Arctic with vintage photographs?
Frankly, I'm planning a bit of a reading and blogging hiatus as I enter serious dissertation-writing mode. The UNT Internal Review Board has approved my data collection and methodology, so now it's just a matter of writing something intelligible enough to get past my committee and the university reader. So keep your fingers crossed for me, as it's important I forgo what I want now for what I want most for a little bit.