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Reviews of the 2015 CSK Author Award winners

Winner: Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson Intermediate, Middle School     Paulsen/Penguin     328 pp. 8/14     978-0-399-25251-8     $16.99 g Here is a memoir-in-verse so immediate that readers will feel they are experiencing the author’s childhood right along with her. It starts out somewhat slowly, with Woodson relying on others’ memories to relate her (1963) birth and infancy […]

Review of Brown Girl Dreaming

 Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson Intermediate, Middle School    Paulsen/Penguin 328 pp.    8/14    978-0-399-25251-8    $16.99    g Here is a memoir-in-verse so immediate that readers will feel they are experiencing the author’s childhood right along with her. It starts out somewhat slowly, with Woodson relying on others’ memories to relate her (1963) birth and infancy in […]

Fall 2014 Publishers’ Preview: Five Questions for Jacqueline Woodson

This interview originally appeared in the September/October 2014 Horn Book Magazine as part of the Fall Publishers’ Preview, a semiannual advertising supplement that allows participating publishers a chance to each highlight a book from its current list. They choose the books; we ask the questions. Sponsored by From Newbery Honor author and Coretta Scott King […]

Each Kindness

Darn you, Charlotte Zolotow committee! You beat me to the punch, awarding this fine book your award last week! The CCBC website explains, “The Charlotte Zolotow Award is given annually to the author of the best picture book text published in the United States in the preceding year….The award is administered by the Cooperative Children’s Book […]

How Do I Come Home Again? — The Zena Sutherland Lecture

Once upon a time, I was a girl who wanted to write. I wanted to tell stories. I wanted to watch letters shape themselves into words on the page. I wanted to understand words and how and why they have impact. I wanted to communicate, to not be silent. I wanted, when I was older […]

Who Can Tell My Story

We speak a different language in my grandmother’s house. When the family is alone together or with close friends, our language flows into a southern dialect essenced with my younger brother’s (and sometimes my own) hip-hop of-the-moment idioms — what was once good became fresh and is now the bomb. What was once great was […]