Monday, December 5, 2011

Real Update

Due to serious work overload (working on things I love, thankfully) this blog has suffered and will be laid to rest until I'm only working one job and have free time to manage this. Who'd thunk it, I'm not Superman!

If you'd like to see some more of my writing, come visit me at Figment.com (where most of my attention goes! So much fun!) or look out for my reviews on Shelf-Awareness and articles on Examiner.

Contact:
adamsilvera@yahoo.com
adam@figment.com and/or FIGMENT PROFILE.
Twitter: @YA_Weekly (I never shut up.)

Thanks followers and stopper-by-ers!

Monday, September 5, 2011

YA_WEEKLY in the Coming Month!

YA-Weekly will be moving to another domain in the coming weeks! With the assistance of a super cool friend, the site will be updated more frequently will lots of fun features. This summer has just been awesomely crazy and I wanna word-vomit it out in a single run-on sentence but that's just annoying, so here are some bullets instead! :

-Gotham Writer's Workshop Class for Advanced Children's Book Writing with the extremely awesome Michelle Knudsen (Library Lion). If my camera works, I'm planning a vlog to talk about the class and why you should consider taking her course if you're a NY local.
-NY Young Adult Literature Examiner - writing columns for local YA related events. There will be a section for all those columns in the coming site.
-Internship! Internship! Internship! Probably the greatest thing to happen to me all year. I'm working with Figment (<-- my profile,) an online self-publishing platform for teenagers - so it's Young Adult books all day! Perfect! The people I work with are absolutely brilliant, hilarious, and treat me like an equal instead of some bottom-feeding intern demanded to fetch coffee and cupcakes. I have a column BLOGS TO STALK in the works right now. If you're writing YA, I highly recommend sharing your work on Figment.
-Oh! My first review for Shelf Awareness has been posted! I seriously loved The Unwanteds by Lisa McMann and if you love Harry Potter or middle-grade fantasy novels, I suggest you check it out too! Need further convincing? Here's the review: CLICK!

Writing and reading, while awesome, won't be bulleted because it's just obvious that's what's going on. I have been reading some really awesome books though, that if I wasn't such an awful blogger, you'd know about and would pick up too. I promise, this will all be corrected very soon.

Stay tuned! I'll Tweet updates as usual from @YA_Weekly!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

"Blood Red Road" Review

"Blood Red Road"
by. Moira Young


Saba is an unrelenting survivor with coarse speech and a rawness unfamiliar to today's teen heroines, excluding Katniss Everdeen from The Hunger Games, and while Saba is reminiscent of our District 12 Tribute, she is also arguably two shades tougher. As a fan of both The Hunger Games and The Maze Runner, I sunk into Saba's dreary homeland of Silverlake easily, and looked up at the prophetic stars with Pa to predict how the story of our characters was going to unfold. Unlike Pa who was taught by a nameless traveler years before how to read the stars, I was unable to foresee where the story was heading, often led astray my own predictions by amazing twists in Saba's travels including cage fighting in Hopetown and terrifying creatures known as hellwurms, which reminded me of the lethal Grievers in The Maze Runner, yet original in their own way, albeit slightly easier to kill.

The story's pace is fast. It doesn't rely on way-too-many-pages of back story like I felt was dragging with
Ashes, Ashes by Jo Treggiari. The narrative pretty much dismisses the past ("the Wrecker" times) and focuses on the present and how Saba is going to correct her future, a future where her father has just been killed by four horsemen (don't look to deeply into that one, sci-fi wise) and her twin brother Lugh, the light of her life, has just been kidnapped leaving her with her little sister Emmi who she (unfairly) hates.

Blood Red Road has a spotlight on relationships, and I don't mean love triangles as they thankfully don't exist here (it just wouldn't fit), but we see Saba build companionship with those outside her inner circle - and if we're being fair, Lugh IS her inner circle as she doesn't care about anyone else - and it all feels very organic considering her circumstances. You have to earn Saba's trust and our main girl has very good judgment. And if you're not with her, you're against her, and in that case, it sucks to be you.

Favorite Quote: Chosen for it's significance.

"Lugh goes first an I follow on behind. An that's fine. That's right. That's how it's meant to be."

Rating: 4 out of 5 heartstones.

Bookmark: The cover's jacket, a slip of paper, and a Metrocard.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

"Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to NOT Reading" Review + Event

"Charlie Joe Jackson's Guide to NOT Reading"
by. Tommy Greenwald
(07/05/2011, Roaring Brook Press, $14.99, Hardcover, 224 pp., age 9-12, 978159643916)


I had just rushed out of my Children's Book Writing Level 2 Class (Michelle Knudsen teaching!) when I checked my phone's calendar and saw an event listed - "Guide to Not Reading - BOOKS OF WONDER." It was starting in less than an hour, and I charged for the train. In a year where I've read the most books I've ever read, I didn't want to miss debut author Tommy Greenwald's book written for the "avid non-reader". I was never a non-reader, but there was a time when I wasn't a committed reader either. It lamely seemed right to check this out.


I got there a few minutes early, purchased the book (support your local independent bookstores, people!), snatched a seat in good view of the author absent stage, and just began reading the book. Only a few minutes and a handful of laughs passed when I realized I was thirty pages into this hilarious "guide", a new favorite for "Wimpy Kid" and "Big Nate" (and "Totally Lame Vampire"!) readers.

Throughout the book, Charlie Joe Jackson (named after the author's sons Charlie, Joe, and Jack - haters of reading, who inspired this book along with a legion of reluctant readers) provides 25 ways to avoid reading or how to get away with not reading books but still technically "reading":

1. Web sites
2. Instant messages
3. Texts
4. Video game instructions
5. Sports scores
6. Menus...

(Charlie Joe's Tip, #5. Pg. 25, Hardcover.)

And the list goes on with many more lists to follow.

Anyhoo, back to the event, our author tells us how he's bribed his three boys with their "single-minded admirable passion (hate for reading)" with an xbox (which he later took away) and an iguana (which didn't end well). These boys have been put in predicaments where they have two options 1) read or 2) stare at the wall, and they have happily chosen the latter.


Greenwald admitted a frustration and exhaustion of arguing with them and says, "You just want to give up and watch TV with them" to which a child in the crowd hilariously shouted "YEAH!", much to the applause and appeal of the well attended room.

With this book, originally a picture book entitled "The Boy Who Hated Reading", Greenwald set out on a mission to prove to children that "Reading is not Satan's work". My favorite thing about Charlie Joe is that he is a boy who hates reading and by the end of the story, HATES reading. He's loyal to his cause, but that shouldn't discourage parents to put this book back on the shelf as the circumstances are pretty individual to our main character.

In attendance was also MacLeods Andrew, the narrator for the audio version of this title, who performed a bit. And it ended with children, adults, and myself lining up to get our books signed. I told him that his book was going to be my fortieth Kids Read for this year and after a small discussion, he signed my copy saying:

"To Adam!
A book lover!
(Don't tell Charlie Joe...)
-Tommy"

I'll upload the photo soon, but until then, I'll be following him on twitter as you should too!

Favorite Quote:

Charlie Joe's Tip #8

NOT ALL BOOKS ARE BAD.

Every once in a while, a book can be a good thing. Here are those rare exceptions:
1) Comic books
2) Yearbooks
3) Checkbooks (when your grandparents are writing you a check for your birthday)
4) Facebook (when your parents aren't looking)

(pg. 39, hardcover)

Bookmark: Books of Wonder bookmark, my receipt, and a post-it with my name on it.

Rating: 4 out of 5 Billy's Bargain books.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

"Notes From a Totally Lame Vampire" Review


"Notes of a Totally Lame Vampire"
by. Tim Collins
Illustrated by. Andrew Pinder

Release Date: August 24th, 2011.
Pg. Count: 336.
Publisher: Aladdin/Simon and Schuster.
"Nigel Mullet isn't your typical teenager... He's a vampire!
But unfortunately, when Nigel transformed, he didn't become all broody and interesting, and as for super strength and speed... well, forget it! Nigel got acne, a voice that squeaks, a tendency to break out in a rash (not sparkles!) when exposed to the sun, and still had absolutely no idea how to talk to girls. Nigel just may be the first and only lame vampire on record.
When a beautiful new girl comes to school, Nigel is determined to impress her. Of course, that would mean actually speaking to her... and he will... eventually. But until he can win the girl and the respect of his family, Nigel will just be utterly lame."

As someone who works in a Children's Department, you'd expect me to have read the “Wimpy Kid” books, right? I'm (sorta) ashamed to say that I haven't (yet), but the appeal to the kids is easy to understand without having done so from the comforting comic sketches for struggling readers, and then the fact that they're reading about a kid much like themselves. With all the vampire popularity sinking it's fangs into society, refusing to stop feeding on our blood (and money) anytime soon, it's no surprise that our young ones have been entranced as well.

Tim Collin's “Notes From a Totally Lame Vampire” is the perfect blend for the young Wimpy-Vampire-Kid reader, telling the story of Nigel Parker who's very much like every other fifteen year old apart from the fangs, immortality, and hilariously embarrassing parents and younger sister who bullies him. Teenage years are very challenging as it is and when we're that age, we paradoxically both revel in it and are eager to be grow up already, but Nigel is cursed to live forever in the body of an undeveloped, un-glittering, unattractive, undead fifteen year old, immortal in the twilight of his life. It's not fun times for him. Nigel crushes on the the new girl, Chloe, who he often writes hilarious and dark poems of, but finds himself competing for her affection with his classmates who can offer to grow old with her and won't be tempted to sink their teeth into her veins. Important stuff, right?


What makes Nigel so lame is his inability to brave daylight without sunscreen, his younger sister is stronger than him (and still as annoying as ordinary sisters), his parents recreate their anniversaries in cemeteries, and as other vampires are threatened by snakes and wolves, Nigel is terrorized by the aggressive cooing of pigeons and physical abuse from packs of squirrels. While he's the perfect example of the vampire you don't want to be, you laugh at him lovingly, you root for him, you want to stay awake through the nights with him, the two of you will share a glass of O-negative blood, and since he can't blush, you do it for him when his father sits him down for a talk on “safe-feeding.”


Children of ages 9-12 will love this fantasy version of the “Wimpy Kid” books and the parents who are helping their young ones through the amusing entries will find in-between-the-line-laughs of their own.


("Prince of Dorkness", September 2011.)

I can't begin to tell you how bloodthirsty I am for the sequel "Prince of Dorkness: More Notes from a Totally Lame Vampire". I might order it early from the UK, I don't think I can wait until September. Nigel is just too hilarious.


Favorite Quote: It's actually one of his poems I loved. They're all so terrific (and hilariously terrible) in their own ways. This is Nigel writing to Chloe for Valentine's Day.


"Have a nice Valentine's Day. (Too weak.)

Sending you sincere wishes on this Valentine's Day. (Too formal.)

I've been watching you, but you don't know. (Too creepy.)

Roses are red, violets are blue. I've waited a century for a girl like you. (Too corny.)

I've searched through the frozen mists of eternity for you. (Too vampirey.)

Yield to the forbidden music of my soul. (Way too vampirey.)

Dear Chloe, please can I sink my teeth into your neck and drink your blood? (One step at a time, Nigel.)"

(pg. 73)


If that doesn't please you, your heart is deader than Nigel's.


Rating: 4 out of 5 *vicious stereotypes.


(*See pg. 92. Hilarious!)


Sunday, July 10, 2011

"Forbidden" Review


"Forbidden"
by. Tabitha Suzuma

Release Date: June 2011.
Pg. Count: 464.
Publisher: Simon and Schuster's Children's Publishing.

"Seventeen-year-old Lochan and sixteen-year-old Maya have always felt more like friends than siblings. Together they have stepped in for their alcoholic, wayward mother to take care of their three younger siblings. As defacto parents to the little ones, Lochan and Maya have had to grow up fast. And the stress of their lives--and the way they understand each other so completely--has also also brought them closer than two siblings would ordinarily be. So close, in fact, that they have fallen in love. Their clandestine romance quickly blooms into deep, desperate love. They know their relationship is wrong and cannot possibly continue. And yet, they cannot stop what feels so incredibly right. As the novel careens toward an explosive and shocking finale, only one thing is certain: a love this devastating has no happy ending."

Tabitha Suzuma's newest title, “Forbidden” explores a brave and taboo topic: romantic love between a seventeen-year old brother and his sixteen-year old sister. With a father who abandons his family and a mother who's only interested in drinking and a new boyfriend, Lochan and Maya Whitely are charged with looking after their three younger siblings to keep their family as whole as possible.


When they're not making sacrifices to keep thirteen-year old Kit safe from his self-destructive path, assuring Tiffin he's not too different from other “normal” boys, and keeping young Willa entertained, Lochan and Maya have their own lives they're trying to manage; Lochan must maintain his grades to get accepted to UCLA as Maya shies away from romantic dealings, and most importantly, keeping their love hidden from the world to avoid familial and legal consequences.


The chapters alternate between each of the two main characters, and while they're not always the most distinguished of voices, the reader gets a good grasp on how anti-social, academic Lochan and typical teen Maya's cosmically wrong feelings come to unfold. Their love has existed forever and evolved past that of siblings, but their prohibited romance will never be accepted by outsiders, and how could it, when they struggle with understanding it themselves?


The siblings in this gritty novel will test the moral boundaries of their unfair life circumstances and attempt to sneak past the challenges of what society has dictated of them, journeying towards an anguishing ending. Much like “Flowers of the Attic”, this novel is for the strong-hearted reader that will sympathize with the story's core: you don't always choose who you love.


Favorite Quote:


"There are no laws, no boundaries on feelings. We can love each other as much and as deeply as we want. No one, Maya, no one can ever take that away from us."

- Lochan.


Bookmark: A sheet of grid paper I was using to take notes, inscribed "Poor excuse for a bookmark."


Rating: 4 out of 5 beers I wanted to drink after the penultimate chapter.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

"Stellaluna" Review + Story

"Stellaluna"
by. Janell Cannon.
(April 1993, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, Library Binding, 46 pages, Ages 4-8(-until the day I die, I'll read this), 9780152802172)

I'm nothing if not sentimental. As a person, my favorite presents are the small gifts with amazing meaning, or even small beautiful gestures behind them, something that suggests that I said something and you heard the words; a charmed keychain with a horse to celebrate the year of my birth, the Little Golden Book of "Alice in Wonderland" (one of my all-time favorites), blue chip cookies, an inscribed bottle, my favorite candies on an off-day, or most recently, being reunited with a friend I lost at the age of five, maybe six (I was too young then to register when it happened and too old now to remember).

This will be both a review and a story, my breakthrough entry to launch this blog that will help you understand the foundation of my love for Children's literature and how it has continued to harbor within me at the age of 21. "Stellaluna" is the story of a fruit-bat who is separated from her mother and stumbles into a birds nest full of chirping creatures Stellaluna isn't exactly familiar with. The Mother Bird accepts Stellaluna into her home and this completely adorable, beautifully illustrated fruit-bat steps into the (non-existing, simply metaphoric) shoes of birds. Stellaluna is fed worms from the Mother Bird, is expected to sleep at night instead of cruising the skies, and she attempts to stay upright on the tree's limb when she's used to relaxing upside down and seeing the world in ways we can't - because we're not really built to have that much blood in our heads. And that's just it, we are who we are, we're born a certain way and have to learn to accept our nature and we shouldn't nurture someone into being someone they aren't.

I am I, and you are you.


As a child, the message of this story didn't mean nearly as much to me as it does today, as will show in my writing-to-come. (Alongside my mother, family and friends, it's only fair I give Stellaluna a shout-out in my dedication page.) I posted a snippet of a review on Goodreads recently about how this was my first favorite book EVER. It's a not a story I know by heart, but it's a story I certainly keep close to mine. When I was in first grade, I used to bring my Stellaluna plush doll to school with me for show-and-tell and just for company's sake. I can distinctly remember sitting down in the auditorium in my uniform navy pants with Stellaluna bulging through the pocket, her furry head peaking out to breathe - naturally, right?

Tragedy struck one day. The bat-shaped bulge was gone, my navy pants nearly as flat as they were ironed down that morning. I vaguely remember the panic that rose when she wasn't simply lying at my feet as she often had whenever she escaped my pants or shirt pocket. She wasn't being flown around the room by some child who took her without asking or being fed food that she was incapable of actually eating, imagination aside. The reality of this tragedy was that Stellaluna, my favorite bat, possibly first best friend, was gone, and the tears that followed were the first tears you can say were attributed to my first time grieving.

My mother left work early and demanded that bags were checked, which sounds hilarious or ridiculous from a distance, but she knew how much this bat meant to me being the one that read me this story religiously. Missing Poster signs went up around the school a couple of days later, posted on the pillars of the auditorium and down the walls of the hallway with a monetary reward to whoever returned this bat to her son.

Stellaluna was gone, presumably back at home with the mother she was separated from after an owl attack, reunited with a more comfortable lifestyle outside my pocket and back underneath tree limbs.

And with all stages of grief, the pain subsides, and the memory occasionally drifts, especially when it's a child doing the mourning. I was eventually okay and began going to bed with my bear Sunny, a gift at the end of the school year from my first-grade teacher who played favorites with me. Whenever I would pass the picture book of Stellaluna, I'd naturally remember her wholly, the joy of showing her off and the crying boy her absence conditioned me to.

This story is reaching it's close as a good friend (born out of work) surprised me on my 21st birthday. She was very eager for me to open her gift and handed me a bag in my favorite shade of blue with a lighter blue tissue paper concealing the present itself. It'll be no surprise to you, reader, what it was, but to me, I wanted to cry when I saw that Stellaluna had been found after all these years. No, she was not the same exact doll I had, but she was older, bigger, and ready to live out her final days beside me despite the conditions.

Go ahead and tell me that this 21 year old doesn't look insanely happy to be reunited with his best friend after nearly two decades?

This might strike you, but I don't actually own this book anymore. My mother still owns the gigantic lap edition she used to read with me, perfect for storytelling, but in my first apartment, I don't own this book, and that's okay because I have the greatest roommate.

I award this book 5 out of 5 fruit-bats lost from home.