Contents and Covers

I do it. You probably do it. Most people I know do it.

We judge books by their covers. (And more than books, of course, but that’s a topic I’m not getting into here.)

After all the work that goes into writing and editing a book, whether someone will pass it by or pick it up depends an awful lot on the lesser-known work that goes into its design.

Consider a few outstanding children’s books that have been issued in different covers:

Elijah of Buxton by Christopher Paul Curtis

I loved this book, loved Elijah, loved his voice, loved his story, loved it all. But I might never have read the book on the left. The one on the right really took my fancy.

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A Girl Named Disaster by Nancy Farmer:

I ordered this book from the library, and received the cover on the right. It is at the top of my to-read pile. If I had the version on the left, it might be closer to the bottom.

(Although I must say, the left cover is similar to the right Elijah cover, which I preferred. Hmm. Judging covers is as irrational as it is superficial, at least in my case.)

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The Secret of Platform 13 by Eva Ibbotson:

I read the version on the right with my son. It’s his favourite Ibbotson novel, but I don’t think he’d have taken to the one on the left quite so quickly. (There is something about a harpy that just calls out to boys.)

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Whittington by Alan Armstrong:

I read the one on the left. I loved it, but I might have loved the one on the right just as much. Hard to say. The cat is certainly cute.

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In all these cases of alternative casings, each cover captures something essential to the book — the mood or setting or character or plot — but each captures a different bit of the book’s essence. So two equally well-designed versions might appeal to different readers. 

Book designers have vital but thankless jobs. The writer’s acknowledgment copy is due months before we see the design, so we never acknowledge the designer. And even much later, designers often remain anonymous. ”Our designer did a fabulous job,” an editor will write. “Please thank your designer for the incredible cover,” a writer will reply.

Who are these talented never-named people? I still don’t know. But I owe them a great deal of thanks. Because just look at the covers for my two books coming out this fall!

Thank-you, awesome anonymous designers at James Lorimer & Company, for capturing the bold  fun at the heart of my eleven-year-old heroine of 26 Tips for Surviving Grade Six.

And thank-you, incredible anonymous designers at Orca Book Publishers, for capturing the scratch-the-surface creepiness of my dystopian teen novel, All Good Children.

How happy I am that we judge books by their covers, at least in these cases. (Although the contents aren’t half-bad, either – but these covers will ensure that someone gives the contents a chance. Thanks!)

BTW, as always, though these links lead to Amazon, you can order any of these titles from your local independent bookstore. Happy reading.

Laurel Leaves

I like to stay grounded in the present in my writing (with an eye on future deadlines), but every now and then I try to look back on the work I’ve done. Or walk back to it, in this case.

Walking Backward book cover

My first book

My first children’s novel, Walking Backward, was published by Orca Book Publishers in 2009, which feels like quite a while ago. It was very well reviewed that year and the next, and was nominated for several awards. And it is still going strong, thanks to the wonderful way that teachers, librarians, and young readers keep children’s literature alive through word of mouth. 

Walking Backward is currently a nominee for two provincial  awards: the 2011 Diamond Willow Award (one of three categories in the Saskatchewan Young Readers’ Choice Award), and the 2012 Red Cedar Fiction Award (BC’s Young Readers’ Choice Award). So this fall, students across western Canada will be considering my book among several other good titles from the past couple of years.

Like most writers, I tend to dwell on all the work I am not doing, all the ideas I have not yet written into life, all the pages that read poorly and the situations that fall flat. Like most writers, I need a magnifying glass to notice my accomplishments next to my mountainous garbage heap. But once in a while something helps point them out to me.

The last line in the letter I received from E. Ann Atchison, Vice President of SYRCA, read:

“I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your outstanding contribution to the field of Canadian children’s literature.”

That really hit home. I know it’s a standard line for this sort of “congratulations” letter. But I do not usually receive such letters. I did not realize I’d made an outstanding contribution to anything. I know a lot of people liked Walking Backward - and I love every letter I’ve received saying so – but I never placed it within my field of work. I thought it was outstanding compared to what I usually get up to (i.e., the moutainous garbage heap). But outstanding in the field of Canadian children’s literature? Wow. That’s humbling.

Out standing in my field

I’m not resting on my laurels - I only have two laurel leaves so far, after all (just enough for a good soup) - but, as I get set to finish a couple of rewrites this summer, and I await the publication of two exciting novels this fall, it’s nice to take a moment to look back and feel great about what I did a couple of years ago.

That said, I guess I’ll go dig around in my garbage heap for something to blog about next time…

Everybody Wants to be a Starring Cat

I got an email this week from an old friend whom I haven’t seen for twenty years. She wrote to say that she’d been in Washington, D.C., and there in the bookshop of the Museum of Natural History was My Cat Isis.

My beloved feline is really getting around. (She’s getting nice reviews, too, in Booklist and Canadian Children’s Book News.)

Closer to home, word has spread through my neighbourhood that this picture book is loosely based on my real cat named Isis (at right). She is the cattiest cat I know. It’s only by photographing her from above that I was able to get a shot of her with her eyes wide open. She usually stares with her eyelids half-lowered, appearing to be just barely tolerating those around her.

Fame has not gone to her head. She was always arrogant.

But it has done something weird to the other cats in the neighbourhood. Lately my yard is full of visiting felines, most often striking poses, as if auditioning for a book of their own.

Like when I went opened the shed to find the lawnmower the other day, this orange beauty kept barring my path.

I believe he was wearing a collar that read “Thor”. When I know for a fact his name is Indy. How obvious can you be?

And when I got home at lunch today, I found this grey tom on my porch. He looks awfully comfy here, doesn’t he? He has been hanging around the yard for weeks, his appearance strangely coinciding with the release of my picture book. (Okay, he just lives across the street but I think he’s trying to move in.)

And somebody horked up a hairball in the shape of I AM APOLLO on the welcome mat this afternoon. Coincidence? I think not.

Then there’s this shy black-and-white cat always lurking in my hedge. Judging by the freaky forcefield of protection he seems to have conjured in this photograph, I believe he is also claiming godly status. 

And no, all these boy cats have not come a’courting. The real and fictional Isises are both spayed. These guys have other motives. Now, it could be that I have a huge unkempt yard full of huntable critters and shady hiding spots. Also the fact that I occasionally offer tunafish might have something to do with it.

But even my own cats are vying for attention these days.

Check out the pose on our youngest, Playdoh. I don’t know what god he’s going for here, but he’s clearly crying out, “Wowee, look at me! I am all-powerful and I’d make a great picture book, wouldn’t I?” Um, yeah, maybe if there’s a god known for awesome yoga poses.

There are a hundred million cats in North America. They can’t all have their own books. Besides, I’m working on a book about groundhogs at the moment. I don’t need anymore cat-inspiration.

Fortunately, I know just who to ask to go out there and crush the dreams of these feline auditioners and send them back where they came from.

Thanks, Charlie.

I’ll be back soon to blog about the novels I have coming out this fall. They are entirely cat-free.

 

 

 

Making Time to Write

I wanted to blog today in order to procrastinate on writing an Annual Report due Friday – most of my meagre blogging attempts coincide with the due dates of paid writing contracts – but alas, procrastination is not in the cards for me because fellow writer Lizann Flatt has made me her guest blogger today. Check out my interview on Lizann’s blog. (We finished it a few months ago so it’s slightly out of date but, given how much I procrastinate, it’s not nearly as out of date as one might expect.)

Be sure to check out Lizann's books!

My work is done here.  I’ll be back before my next dealine.

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