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The Winner of the Lion and the Unicorn Award for Excellence in North American Poetry

is JonArno Lawson’s Black Stars in a White Night Sky. Illus. Sherwin Tjia. (Toronto: Pedlar Press, 2006). Now I loved his earlier book, The Man in the Moon-Fixer’s Mask and concrete poetry so am very eager to get my hands on this one. But that may not be so easy. There is only one very expensive used copy at amazon, none at barnesandnoble or abebooks. I could order it from indigo, but they say it will take 3-5 weeks to ship. I’m going to keep looking.

Honor books (all of which I have):

Jorge Argueta. Talking with Mother Earth/Hablando con Madre Tierra. Illus. Lucía Angela Pérez. (Toronto: Groundwood/House of Anansi, 2006);

Helen Frost. The Braid. (New York: Frances Foster/Farrar Straus: 2006);

Walter Dean Myers. Jazz. Illus. Christopher Myers (New York: Holiday House, 2006) and Walter Dean Myers. Street Love (New York: Amistad/HarperTempest, 2006).

For more about the award go to this press release which also has a link to a related article by the judges (Angela Sorby, Joseph T. Thomas Jr., and Richard Flynn) in the forthcoming September 2007 issue of The Lion and the Unicorn.

Thanks to Lissa Paul for posting about this on child_lit.

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Where does YA end and adult begin?

“This is grown-up stuff.” writes Roger Sutton in his New York Times review of Jaclyn Moriaty’s The Spell Book of Listen Taylor. “It’s not that teenage readers should be forbidden it, just that they’re unlikely to be interested.” I haven’t read this particular book, but it is question I’ve had about other books. Meg Rosoff seems bemused that she has been moved from YA to adult writer, but perhaps her books are those that adults and those entering adulthood would embrace. I’m totally with Roger who ends his review, “While young adult literature has proved itself capable of all manner of complexity and can’t be dismissed as ‘transitional fiction,’ the best adolescent readers will always feel chafed by any label that tells them they’re still young enough to have their reading sorted for them. They want to discover for themselves that a book can know them unnervingly well.”

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