Monday, October 9, 2017
The Wolf Hour Goes Roaming: Blog Tour, Stops #1 and #2
The Wolf Hour is prowling the blogosphere this month. I hope you'll be brave enough to follow along. Here's a taste:
Stop #1
Finding Wonderland:
Despite their often bleak or violent content, fairytales are traditionally seen as stories intended for children. What's the optimum age of your target reader for THE WOLF HOUR? Who is this book for? Who, if anyone, is it not for?
Sara Lewis Holmes:
Age and readership questions are hard. Do you like to shiver and chew your lip ragged as you read? Do you like a story that twists and turns and doesn’t go where you expect it to? Do you enjoy a story that KNOWS it’s a story, and might even challenge you to think about your own Story and whether you like your place in it? If you do, even if you aren’t in the 8-12 age range for this book…read on!
More Q and A here: Finding Wonderland, with Tanita Davis and Sarah Stevenson
Stop #2
Meanwhile, at Charlotte's Library, Charlotte had me respond to three quotes from the book, which was wonderfully fun.
She also had this to say about the main characters:
"Magia is one of the most lonely heroines I've read this year, and it was easy to sympathize and mentally encourage her as she pressed onward. Not only does she have fight an evil, magical antagonist, she has to resist the expectations of ordinary human folk, making her very relatable. Martin the wolf, with his penchant for a good book, and failed efforts to break the story of the three little pigs (not because he knew that's what he was doing, but because he simply was not interested in being a vicious killer), is one of my favorite wolf characters ever, and possibly even more relatable!"
Thank you, Charlotte. More of her insights here: Charlotte, at Charlotte's library.
Friday, October 6, 2017
Poetry Friday: Autumn Hymns
Happy Fall, y'all. (That might be the shortest hymn ever.)
And yet...this month, Tanita asked the Poetry Sisters to come up with more than a fall greeting. She asked us to write a hymn to Autumn in hymn meter. (More on hymn meter, here.)
I chose to write in "long meter" which is a form of hymn meter which has a rhyme scheme of ABAB and equal lines of iambic tetrameter. (Eight beats each line, da DUM, da DUM, da DUM, da DUM.) I didn't stick exactly to that; a few beats are off here and there (consider them acorns that squirrels buried and forgot to dig up) but I did enjoy writing about autumn in a way that encouraged both joy and sorrow.
If Apples were Dappled and Sweet
If apples were dappled and sweet,
If orchards were bee-thick with smell,
If thickets drew lovers unmeet,
I’d beckon to you, dear, as well.
For autumn is all of goodbye
And faring thee well, and godspeed;
We redden, we crumble, we dry
In casting our lives into seed.
So snap the stem of my neck, dear;
Let nightfall steal daylight from field;
If leaves rake our cheeks with gold smear,
Is Autumn but naught what it yields?
Thus, be apples, dappled and sweet;
Thus, be orchards, bee-thick with smell;
Thus, be thickets of lovers: meet,
and meet and meet ’til last farewell.
----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
Go see what hymns my Poetry Sisters are humming today:
Liz
Tanita
Kelly
Tricia
Laura
Andi
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Violet Nesdoly.
And yet...this month, Tanita asked the Poetry Sisters to come up with more than a fall greeting. She asked us to write a hymn to Autumn in hymn meter. (More on hymn meter, here.)
I chose to write in "long meter" which is a form of hymn meter which has a rhyme scheme of ABAB and equal lines of iambic tetrameter. (Eight beats each line, da DUM, da DUM, da DUM, da DUM.) I didn't stick exactly to that; a few beats are off here and there (consider them acorns that squirrels buried and forgot to dig up) but I did enjoy writing about autumn in a way that encouraged both joy and sorrow.
If Apples were Dappled and Sweet
If apples were dappled and sweet,
If orchards were bee-thick with smell,
If thickets drew lovers unmeet,
I’d beckon to you, dear, as well.
For autumn is all of goodbye
And faring thee well, and godspeed;
We redden, we crumble, we dry
In casting our lives into seed.
So snap the stem of my neck, dear;
Let nightfall steal daylight from field;
If leaves rake our cheeks with gold smear,
Is Autumn but naught what it yields?
Thus, be apples, dappled and sweet;
Thus, be orchards, bee-thick with smell;
Thus, be thickets of lovers: meet,
and meet and meet ’til last farewell.
----Sara Lewis Holmes (all rights reserved)
Go see what hymns my Poetry Sisters are humming today:
Liz
Tanita
Kelly
Tricia
Laura
Andi
Poetry Friday is hosted today by Violet Nesdoly.
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