August 2, 2009 @ 8:36 pm | Filed under:
Comics This was the panel I had to leave only a few minutes after it began—chatty baby—so I didn’t take notes. But I wanted to share the list of authors and titles with those of you who are looking for recommendations:
Jimmy Gownley (Amelia Rules!).
Kazu Kibuishi (Amulet). Kazu’s art is crazy beautiful. Couldn’t take my eyes off it. Amulet has a pretty intense opening (car accident, death of a parent) but it gripped me for sure and I am eager to read the rest.
David Petersen (Mouse Guard). Mentioned in this post and others; gets enthusiastic thumbs-up from my gang.
Eric Jones and Landry Walker (Supergirl, Little Gloomy).
Jeff Smith (Bone). Scott and my three oldest have read and greatly enjoyed many of the Bone books. They passed Scott’s OK for 8-Year-Olds test. I’ve not read any of them yet. I know! I’m a slacker!
Alexis Fajardo (Kid Beowulf). Sounds very intriguing, does it not?
My post on the first “comics and graphic novels for kids” panel is here. Lots of notes on that one. For the sake of convenience, here’s a quick list of the authors and some of their books:
Lewis Trondheim (Tiny Tyrant).
Gene Yang (American Born Chinese).
Derek Kirk Kim (The Eternal Smile).
Eric Wight (Frankie Pickle and The Closet of Doom).
Chris Schweizer (Crogan’s Vengeance).
Jennifer Holm (Babymouse).
Jarrett J. Krosoczka (Lunch Lady).
August 2, 2009 @ 10:27 am | Filed under:
Family I was up very early with the baby this morning, and after a less-than-restful night I was badly in need of a nap by 8 a.m. Scott encouraged me to go for it, so back to bed I went. I didn’t so much as open the book I’m reading (The Evolution of Calpurnia Tate, a winner so far): just closed my eyes and I was out.
When Scott woke me, I could tell I’d been asleep for a good long while. “What time is it?” I mumbled, still half asleep.
“Nine.”
That was perfect: I’d had an hour-long nap and still had plenty of time to get ready for church. I usually take the older kids to the 10:30 Mass and Scott stays home with the little ones. I got up, put in my contacts (no close calls with toothpaste this time) and was enjoying my usual breakfast of yogurt-with-almonds when Scott said something about my needing to get going if I was planning to make the 10:30.
“What do you mean?” I was asking, “I have loads of time—” when I looked at the clock for the first time and saw that it was 10:20.
“What!” I shrieked. “You said it was nine o’ clock!”
“No I didn’t,” said Scott in bewilderment. “You never asked me what time it was.”
“Yes I did!”
“Honey, no you really didn’t.” His voice was exceedingly gentle, like the tone you use with a crazy person. I could see that he thought I must have dreamed the conversation, but it had been less than ten minutes ago and I knew it had happened.
“I really did,” I persisted. “I said, ‘What time is it,’ and you said, ‘Nine.'”
Scott burst out with a laugh. “Oh! I thought you said, ‘How are the kids,’ and I said, ‘Fine!'”
