. . . Kitty has posted the Horn Book reviews of all the ALA award and honor books. (And I am very proud of my metaphor however trite as it was only on Sunday that our advertising manager Al Berman was explaining to me that I really needed to get more excited about the Patriots, whose victory that evening resounded through the cavernous atrium of the Dallas Hyatt while I was trying to get some rest. Now, Al, teach me how to follow a football game.) And Lolly and Robin are post-morteming the Caldecott at our Calling Caldecott blog, so go on over and add your thoughts.
My own ALA was bifurcated, with Saturday spent in my meetings of the Batchelder Award committee (read Barbara Bader’s portrait of the great lady herself) and Saturday drumming up business with Al in the exhibit hall. Had some fun, too, like plowing through an anti-abortion march to get to the Dallas art museum; walking through what, after a rumored mugging, was quickly dubbed the Tunnel of Death between the Hyatt and the convention center; and enjoying too-brief encounters with twice-a-year friends and colleagues. I was very happy that my mind-control experiment on the Newbery committee garnered an Honor for Breaking Stalin’s Nose, and that Jack Gantos’s Scott O’Dell win of last week got a cherry on its sundae. Now I have to go write ten overdue reviews for the Horn Book Guide.