Marketing operations assistant
and job tra;c coordinator,
The Paper Bag Princess by Robert Munsch was actually published in 1980, and I have a vague memoryofhavingthisbookread to me as a child. I couldn’t
remember the story line, so when I saw
the book earlier this year and recognized the cover, I decided to pick it up
and give it a quick read. The story
amazed me, especially with the knowledge that the book was written in the ’80s. The book has all the typical characters that
you would expect from a fairy tale: a prince, a princess, and a dragon, but this is no
“damsel in distress” story. I fell in love with it because of the strong female lead—she’s
clever, resilient, and isn’t afraid to be herself. It’s the type of book I can imagine reading
in the future when I have children of my own.
School and library marketing
associate, Disney Publishing
On my way back from ALA Midwinter this year, I got he chance to catch up on the Lumberjanes comic series from Boom Studios,
and I am so glad I did. Since then
I’ve been devouring every
Lumberjanes adventure I can get
my hands on, whether at my local
comic shop, bookstore, or library.
The adventures of Ripley, Molly, Jo,
April, and Mal are just awesome. I
had to beg for a galley of the middle
grade novel from Abrams at ALA
Annual this summer, and somehow
I was lucky enough to get one.
Mariko Tamaki’s prose expansion of
the graphic novels is a delight, and
I can’t wait for more.
Senior editor, brand, licensed, and
media tie-in publishing, Little, Brown
Books for Young Readers
As a young boy, I saw Judy Blume’s Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret hundreds of times—always being read by girls. I was always curious what was happening in those pages.
But I was way too self-conscious and insecure (and even scared) to be caught
reading a “girl’s book.” Cut to a few
months ago when I saw a girl reading it
on the subway. I was like, “I’m an editor;
it’s my job to read that book.” I bought
a copy and devoured it in one sitting.
My thoughts? Blown away. I can’t believe
this was written in 1970. Not only did the story hold up—proving its status
as a classic—but I was shocked that it pushed so many boundaries in such a
delicate and sensitive way as to be appropriate for young readers. Blume navigates religion, puberty, and first crushes in a way that I’ve rarely seen done so
well. Though I don’t know if I would have been able to grasp the complexities,
part of me wishes I had been brave enough to read it as a boy so I could have
better understood girls and what they had to go through at such a young age.
This book was a purely fantastic read that I’ll revisit again.