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Book Review: The Sky Is Everywhere (YA)

Thursday, January 21st, 2010
uncorrected proof copy

uncorrected proof copy©

‘Gram is worried about me. It’s not just because my sister Bailey died four weeks ago, or because my mother hasn’t contacted me in sixteen years or even because suddenly all I think about is sex. She is worried because one of her houseplants has spots.”

So begins The Sky Is Everywhere by Jandy Nelson. In one short, opening paragraph Nelson does what only a skilled writer can do. She draws us in quickly and packs a punch. Already we know the key themes; death, abandonment, sex and humour.

In many ways, the story is familiar chick-lit territory. Lennie, the 17 year old narrator, in trying to make sense of her sister’s death, forms a brief, intense relationship with her sister’s boyfriend Toby. It confuses both of them; taboos are broken. Just as she’s trying to fathom what’s happening on that front, along comes Joe Fontaine, new kid on the block, gorgeous, kooky, musical like Lennie.  He shows up at the house, unafraid of the grief each member of the family exhibits (as well as the nurturing green-fingered and artistic granny, Lennie has an eccentric much married and divorced pothead Uncle living with them) . But all Joe wants is to play a duet with Lennie.  Of course, they fall in love. Cue triangle. Then there’s the goofy, trusty sidekick Sarah, unconventional (of course) and Rachel the rival for Joe’s affections, (spiteful, of course) . Plus page after page of the wisecracking dialogue we’ve come to expect from American teens.

What lifts The Sky is Everywhere above the genre is the sheer quality of the writing. Despite the same events occuring over and over again - Lennie starts to feel happy then is overwhelmed with guilt at daring to feel happy when Bailey is dead and can’t - I always wanted to read on. I liked the poems Lennie hastily scribbles and leaves everywhere that end every chapter. I liked the insights. ‘When someone dies a library burns.’ I loved the witty descriptions. Nelson is especially good at clothing: ‘Sarah floats in dressed like a fabric shop specialising in paisley.’ and ‘I turn to see Gram has put on a bright pink floral no-clue-what - a coat? A cape? A shower curtain? - over an ever brighter purple flowered frock. Her hair is down and wild - it looks like it conducts electricity.’ This is deft, skilled writing, perfectly pitched for its intended audience.

The Sky is Everywhere is published in June by Walker Books. It will do well.

Perfect for: fans of Stephanie Meyer, Sue Limb, Skins etc.

Goodbye 2009

Tuesday, December 29th, 2009
National Football Museum Preston

National Football Museum Preston

‘The Old Year’s gone away

To nothingness and night’

- John Clare

It’s been a busy one. My writing highlights include:

1. Having the first 6 books in the GIRLS FC series published by Walker Books. Being particularly proud of ‘What’s Ukrainian for Football?’

2. Launching the series at the National Football Museum, Preston, in August.

3. Accidental Friends being shortlisted for three awards and losing out to Theresa Breslin by 1 vote at the Catalyst Book Award.

4. Meeting Tom Palmer (www.tompalmer.co.uk) and setting up ‘Reads United’ with him in time for the 2010 World Cup

5. Being invited to join the Children’s Writers and Illustrators Group (CWIG) Committee. I join Gillian Cross, Steve Barlow, Roz Asquith, Anne Cassidy, Am Vrombaut, Michaela Morgan, Bali Rai and Jeremy Strong to debate topical issues concerning children’s writers and illustrators.

6. Attending the Ultimate Book Guide Launch at the Groucho Club and meeting people like Cathy Hopkins and Jan Pienkowski.

7. ‘Doing’ not only the Oxford, Northern and Cheltenham book festivals but also all the school visits up and down the country.

Meanwhile, in the rest of the universe…

2009 will be remembered for Barack Obama becoming President of the USA, Swine Flu, Credit Crunch/Recession/Banks going bankrupt/MPs claiming for bath plugs, moat cleaning, duck houses and certain videos/ England Women’s football team getting to the Final of EURO2009, Tiger Woods digging a hole in one/ Ryan Giggs rightly being awarded Sports Personality of the Year/ my mum surviving not one, not two, not three but four operations in one week. That’s tough Yorkshire women for you.

But it was goodbye to:

Borders bookshops

Keith Waterhouse (journalist, playwright, Leeds lad made good)

Frank McCourt (writer of Angela’s Ashes, the best misery memoir ever)

Sir Bobby Robson (footballer and football manager, legend)

Michael Jackson (though I haven’t liked anything he did since Man in the Mirror, to be honest)

London

Friday, December 11th, 2009

I went to London yesterday. I love going to London. As soon as I set foot on that platform in King’s Cross Station I feel giddy and excited.  I know I’m 54 and shouldn’t feel like a schoolkid on an outing but I can’t help it. There’s just something about the place… the hustle and bustle… the mixture of people from all walks of life… the joy of paying paying 30p to use the Ladies. What’s that about? 30p! I wouldn’t mind but the new cubicles are tiny - anyone over a size 16 with a full handbag is going to struggle to get in and I am not joking.

Anyhow, on to Vauxhall. Not the prettiest part of London but it’s where Walker Books are based so i don’t mind a stroll under the viaduct and a quick glance at the dodgy club for exotic dancers en route. Not during the day, anyway.

I met my fabulous editors, Caz and Annalie, for lunch. Everyone is delighted by how well Girls FC is doing and I was presented with the England Schools FA Handbook that had a full page advertisement showing all the first six Girls FC covers. Walker Books are sponsoring the U11s Girls Cup next year.  Forget South Africa - all the exciting stuff is going to be happening in England next May and June, I’m telling you.

As I was about to leave, a tall, distinguished man and a dark haired young woman said hello on their way past. There was a ripple of excitement and I asked who they were.  You never know who you’ll bump into in places like this. Last time it was Mel ‘Keeper’ Peet and this time… only Allan Ahlberg and his daughter Jessica. How immense is that?? The Ahlbergs!  In my world, that’s like royalty. We’re talking The Jolly Postman. Burglar Bill. Each Peach Pear Plum. Peepo! Classics.  Any kid who hasn’t got at least two of those titles in their bedroom is officially classed as deprived. Fact.

And that was all before 2.00PM.

After that, as if I hadn’t had enough stimulation for one day, I caught the tube to South Kensington.  Destination: Drayton Gardens, HQ of the Society of Authors. The Society of Authors is like a union for writers where we can get advice on what to do if our agent turns out to be insane or other writers nick our ideas and things like that. They also hold meetings, which was why I was going - just in case you were wondering.

By now it was dusk.  Off Old Brompton Road, beautiful streets of Regency houses gleamed like rows of perfect white teeth.  One house had a Christmas wreath hanging from its front door, tiny striped candy canes dotted round it. It was easy to imagine the Banks family from Mary Poppins living there, or, if I let my eyes drift higher to the attic bedrooms, Sara Crew, the Little Princess.  Old Brompton Road is chocolate box stuff.

The meeting was about publishing in the digital age. Cally Poplak, an editor at Egmont, gave an inspirational talk on the future of books. In a nutshell, forget words on paper, think handsets. Books on Nintendo DS Games. Books on iphones etc. She also stressed the importance of writers blogging - ha - had I not blogged about blogging on my last blog?  I am so ahead of myself.

Before I left I made sure I used the loo. No way was I paying 30p again in King’s Cross.