The Long-Awaited Jean Reagan Interview!

Emily Those who are just joining us may not know that I've been excited all week for this blog tour stop by author buddy Jean Reagan.  Actually, I've been excited for it much longer than that, but you know how blogging regularly isn't my strong suit.  Or, if you're just joining us, maybe you don't know that.  But that has nothing to do with the point, which is this:

Today Jean Reagan, author of the recently released picture book ALWAYS MY BROTHER, is stopping at my blog on her virtual tour.  Wahoo!  Many thanks to Jean, for allowing me this opportunity to import many different kinds of technology into my post.  Also, thanks for inviting me to help spread the word about this amazing book.

Jean and I first bonded when we met through mutual bff Anne Bowen and realized we were both publishing a book involving death.  This wasn't a huge deal for my young adult novel--death is actually trendy in YA these days.  But for Jean?

I think you'll enjoy hearing about her experience publishing a picture book  about the loss of a brother told from the perspective of the younger sister.

Emily:  So, what exactly is a virtual tour?

Jean:   I had no idea when I first heard the term.  Basically it means different bloggers host daily stop-overs for a book.  My tour which began November 1st has included a radio interview, a link to how the artwork was created, and visits to grief sites, children’s book reviewer blogs, and now an award-winning author’s site.  (We’re so proud of you, Emily!)  I hosted the tour myself on November 3, rd the anniversary of my son’s death.

Cool Note From Tillbury House That I Very Tech-Savvily Copy n' Pasted Into This Post:

Blog Comment Prizes

We will draw 7 lucky winners from all of those who leave comments on the participating tour posts (Nov.1-13) to win one of the following prizes:

- A copy of Always My Brother signed by author Jean Reagan (5 available)* - A set of 10 winter notecards with art by illustrator Phyllis Pollema-Cahill (2 available)

* Winners are welcome to designate a grief center, school, or library to receive their signed copy in their place. All winners will be announced after the tour. US/Canada addresses only, please.

Twitter Prize Everyone that tweets about the tour using the hashtag #AlwaysTour from November 1-13 will be entered to win a set of three children's books from Tilbury House — your choice! Winners will be announced after the tour, US/Canada addresses only, please.

Sweet, eh?  So comment away!  And Twitter, my Tweet lovin' friends.

Emily: What prompted you to write this book?

Jean:  The specific trigger was I noticed that my daughter’s grief over losing her sole sibling was discounted.  Many well-meaning people kept asking her how I was doing.  And, maybe her dad.  But, rarely how she was doing.

Emily, you said you wrote THE WAY HE LIVED in part because you watched a friend’s grief be discounted, because she wasn’t in the inner circle.  We seem to assign acceptable degrees of grief based on proximity to the loved one.

Ranking occurs with the type of loss as well.  To me, all losses (death of a beloved pet, divorce, tragic setbacks, etc.) share a common emotional journey.  Grief shouldn’t be a competition between severities of loss or proximity to loss, but rather a chance to connect with others and heal together.

Emily:  Well said!  I couldn't agree more.   Now, we both write about a taboo subject matter: a child’s death.  How has that played out for you?

Jean:  Our family physician recently said that in our society, talking or writing about childhood death is even more taboo than sex.  Wow!  But, I think that’s true.

First, it was hard to find a publisher with the courage to take on this book.  (Thank you, Tilbury House!)

Second, through research I learned there was a desperate need for a book like this, precisely because it was a taboo subject.

Third, promotion (I actually prefer the term, “outreach”) for ALWAYS MY BROTHER has been an emotional journey.  Grief organizations and events have been very receptive.  It’s heartwarming when someone says how helpful the book is, yet it’s bittersweet knowing the sadness behind the comment.  I’m equally determined to appear at regular book events, too, even though amongst the “happy” books, my topic seems like a real downer.  Getting my book into the hands of kids who need it keeps me committed no matter where I reach them.

Emily:  You don’t explain the cause of death in your book.  Why?

Jean: Our books share this fact, as well, don’t they?

I wanted the main focus of this book to be about healing.  In a picture book, you only have fourteen spreads (double pages) to tell a story.  Elaborating on the cause of death would have required one or two spreads, thereby forcing me to cut crucial parts of the healing story.   So, it was a choice based on what I wanted as my primary focus.

Even though my teenage son died of a drug overdose, the John in my story was too young to die from drugs.  So, it wasn’t that I was too embarrassed or ashamed to mention drug overdose as a cause of death.  If you read our son John’s obituary, you’ll see that we clearly acknowledged it. John's Obituary My husband and I are proud of our son even though we are very, very sad he became trapped by a drug addiction that ultimately killed him.

I also hoped that by having an open-ended cause of death, my book would be helpful to grieving families regardless of their loved one’s cause of death.

And, ultimately in real life, the cause of death doesn’t alter the intensity of loss.  All death is innocent, I believe.  (With very, very few exceptions, of course.)  Your open-ended resolution in HOW HE LIVED for me offered this same conclusion.

Emily: Jean, my soul-sister, once again you took the words right out of my mouth.  This is exactly how I wanted to deal with the cause of death in my own book.  Of course, I also wanted to leave it open-ended because of the religious beliefs of my characters.  Religion doesn't play a role in your book.  Why not?

Jean:   I wanted my book to be universally approachable to families regardless of their religious traditions.  My book leaves plenty of room for readers to embrace religion and spirituality, I believe.  Families who find comfort through religion still need to cope with the day-to-day challenges of living with grief.  That’s the focus I chose with this book.  It would have deeply saddened me if my portraying a particular religious tradition had actively excluded a child who needs my book.  As I said earlier, there are so few books about sibling loss.

Emily:  What’s your next book project?

Jean:  If I only had one book published this was the one I wanted, because it is dear to my heart.  But, I recently signed a contract with Knopf for my second book, HOW TO BABYSIT A GRANDPA (June 2011).  It’s wonderful to send a happy, silly book into the world as well.

I understand your next book takes place at Pitzer College (NOTE FROM EM-DAWG:  Yep, much of BACK WHEN YOU WERE EASIER TO LOVE takes place at this esteemed institution).  My husband taught there and my daughter will graduate from there this year.  So, you and I will be overlapping again, Emily.

Emily:  Yet another indication that we are soul-sisters!  Thanks for joining us!

Jean:  Us?  Who's us?  Aren't you just you?

(Okay, so Jean really didn't say this.  She really said: Thanks for hosting me today).

You are very welcome, Jean.

To read more about the story behind ALWAYS MY BROTHER, visit www.jeanreagan.com.  Thanks!

Vanity Card

I've only recently (through my growing obsession with TV's The Big Bang Theory) learned the definition of a "vanity card." A vanity card are a few lines that blip onto the screen directly following theend of a television show, written by the show's creator.  The only vanity cards I've ever read, or even seen, are by Chuck Lorre (of TBBT).  These "cards" range from jokes to Chuck's random musings to...well, whatever he wants.  Some of them are pretty hilarious (generally not the jokes).

I can see the appeal of a vanity card:  the chance to write, in a public venue, whatever is on your mind.  But it seems to lose a cetain cachet now, when everybody has the chance to write whatever they want to in a public forum.

I was starting to feel bad about not blogging for a couple of weeks, but that's when it hit me:  This blog IS a vanity card.  All I do is post about stuff that happens to me, or stuff that I think is important, or things I've read that I think are interesting.  It all revolves around me.  So why should I think people will miss it?

Then author and friend Jean Reagan asked if I'd host her on my blog this week.  Her recently-released picture book, ALWAYS MY BROTHER, is currently on a virtual tour around the blogosphere, and on Thursday I'll be one of her last stops.

Suddenly my blog becomes about more than my own vanity, and about bigger issues, like getting the word out about ALWAYS MY BROTHER.

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I want to save all the stuff I really have to say about the book for the interview on Thursday, but I want to start getting the word out now.  This book deals with loss and the grieving process for a young audience.  It's an issue that's important to me as an author, as well as ALWAYS MY BROTHER being a great book.

Please check back regularly this week to read my random bits of vanity.  And check in on Thursday to read about something truly important--and not just to me.

Team Us For The Win!

Last night was the Utah Book Awards Ceremony!  Thanks to all those who were there. Here are Sara and I, anxiously awaiting the results:

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Oh, fail, fail, FAIL!  Not only is this the wrong picture, I STILL have no idea how to rotate it correctly.  I kind of blame this fail on Dan, because I've learned to no longer take vertical pictures so I don't have to rotate them.  I did not give him the memo.

Anyway, in case anyone cares, this is me prior to the awards, opening a belated b-day gift from my bff Sara B.  She gave me a  swank wallet/purse, similar to hers, the one I compliment each time I see it.  Now I can finally retire the little wallet-ish thing with the broken zipper I got in Mexico.  I will no longer irritate people in line behind me at Old Navy when I can't get out my drivers license.  And I will look so stylish no longer doing it!

Meanwhile:

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Here is the one I wanted all along!  And we're waiting.  During this time I whisper to Sara Z., "I hope you've got a speech ready."

The winners in the two categories prior to us had both prepared acceptance speeches.  Sara and I did not know there would be acceptance speeches.  In our defense, when Sara was nominated for this award last year (for her amazing Story of a Girl) and we attended the ceremony, nobody gave an acceptance speech.  So we thought it'd be more of the same.

Luckily, I knew Sara would be winning this year so I needn't come up with a speech on the fly.

Then they announce the winner:

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This is when it becomes evident that I had not prepared a speech.  But short speeches are my favorite kind anyway, so it worked.

I attribute my success last night to the "Christmas Dinner" shirt I was wearing.  Last winter, Sara Z. and I were shopping together instead of writing for some reason.  I don't remember why, because usually we write, I promise!  But this was possibly more fun.  We tried on clothes that were entirely too fancy for people who spend their days hunched over a keyboard, by themselves, lost in a world that is not-quite reality.  So when I tried on this shirt and realized I had nowhere to wear it, Sara said, "You should wear that to Christmas dinner!"  So I looked at Sara's shirt and said, "You should wear that to Christmas dinner!"

My Christmas dinner is consistently a dress-down affair.  I believe Sara's is similar.

We both bought the shirts anyway.

Last night the shirt smelled of victory and the person who inspired me to buy it:  Sara Zarr, the best friend a girl could have.

Then, the reception.  The food was a step WAY up from last year, which I appreciated, as I hadn't had time to eat dinner that night and my boxed-up food was sitting in Sara B.'s car.

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Me, Sara Z, and my Pop.  He hates to have his picture taken, but agreed to it because this was a special night.

Then, the after party!   Because I was still hungry, and besides, we needed more quality time.  So the Clique, minus Kim, who had to prep for her trip to Disneyland, and Sara Z., who thought we were nuts for needing dinner at 9 p.m, went to Gourmandise/ies.  No one judged me for having two dinners, because they are non-judgmental like that.

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Except for afterwards, when I convinced Brodi to walk barefoot instead of in her death-heels.  Then I was judged galore by Bree.  But I don't blame her for that.  I mean, telling someone to walk barefoot in downtown SLC is not particularly good advice.  But if you ask me, it makes more sense than heels.

Too Tired To Post Tonight, So...

Daniel wanted to download my favorite Beatles song, "Maxwell's Silver Hammer," for Rock Band. I insisted that I must do something to EARN the song, as I have been getting entirely too many things for no reason lately (due mainly to my birthday and the gifts that have come with it). So we decided I would "earn" the song by blogging every day this week. And I intend to do it. Except it's kind of been a big night. So I'll write more in the morning. Until then, check out these beautiful platefuls from Gourmandise:

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Pictures of Me And My New Real-Life BFF

Only 2 DAYS left until the good times at the Utah Literary Awards!  For those wondering, the event will be held in the auditorium on the main level of the library, at 7:00 p.m.  All are welcome.

Holly Cupala,  soon-to-debut author at the forefront of everything YA, has chosen today to spotlight The Way He Lived on her blog! The column is called Book Cooks, and features recipes from great YA novels/authors.  Check out my recipe here (hint: during the 2002 Olympics, images of this food graced many a collectible pin).

Some might have noticed from yesterday's clandestine video that this birthday I was the proud recipient of the American Girl Samantha doll.  I have dreamed about owning Samantha since I was nine years old and first discovered the American Girls series.

Now, I am not so much a history buff and I am not so much a doll buff, but I loved the American Girl books.   This was back in the day when there were only three doll/book setups, and American Girl wasn't the thriving enterprise it is now.  Samantha, the lively orphan from Victorian days, was my favorite, and I vowed to make her my own.   However, at that time she was $ 75--pricey enough to make her out of reach.

As recently as 2006, Samantha was still a dream:

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And now:

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In Which An Extraordinary Video Makes An Apperance And Reo Is Mentioned

Last week was an awesome week for me, and as this week promises just as many rollickin' good times, I am going to blog each day to keep up. Only 3 Days until Utah Literary Awards shindig with Sara Zarr and a whole bunch of other cool peeps. You don't want to miss it this Thursday night, 7:00, at the downtown SLC Library. Good times a plenty. I guarantee it.

In addition to my birthday, my family had other reasons to celebrate last week. First, my brother Ethan got engaged to one of the coolest girls on the planet (welcome to the family, Cami!). She's majoring in some sort of athletic-teaching and has promised to help me learn how to use my treadmill without falling over and getting black-rubber-burn-marks on my hands. Okay, so she hasn't promised that yet, but I know she will. She's chill like that.

Then my brother Andy got called to serve an LDS mission in Des Moines, Iowa. He'll be gone for two years, which is kind of a bummer, but he'll be serving people in all sorts of ways so it's for the greater good. I am SO happy for him. Andy, you are my hero!

Then it was the one-year birthday of my nephew, Holden. My sister Juliana and brother-in-law Reo threw the most happening bash EVAH. Happy B-Day, Holden. You are way more fun now than you were this time last year.

Speaking of my bomb brother-in-law, Reo was the lucky recipient of a Bag o' Crap from woot.com. Only a privileged few ever get to buy these rare gems. Included in his bag was a bunch of stuff from which the bag derives its name. One such item was a flip video camera that didn't record sound.

I've coveted the flip video camera ever since I saw Sara Zarr's. Not because I'd actually be able to use one. No way. I just love how it looks like a regular camera. Whenever Sara uses hers I forget it's a video camera and don't know I'm being recorded (see me saying incriminating things here). I figure, if I fall for it every time, so will others, and I can gather clandestine footage.

Daniel, techie wizard, took the non-functional flip camera and fixed it. Then, the next night while I was opening B-Day presents with the fam, he recorded me. I, of course, quickly forgot it was a video camera. When will I learn??? Anyway, he proceeded to make me this quality video, which I love. And at a mere 58 seconds, I hope you'll love it, too.

Post-Birthday-Post

This title kind of reminds me of Morse code which I always wanted to learn.  Obviously, though, this entry has nothing to do with Morse code and everything to do with my birthday on Wednesday. My husband, who has been downloading old-timey radio dramas to his iPod lately, wanted me to call my birthday post:

"In Which Sherman Alexie Makes an Appearance and Bree Nearly Impales Valynne With a Fork."

But I thought that title, while accurate, didn't focus enough on me.  Because, seriously.  It was my birthday!

My 29th birthday began by Daniel and I playing "Birthday" on Beatles Rock Band:

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This picture is not of me playing Beatles Rock Band on my birthday morn, but it IS of me playing Beatles Rock Band, and my expression is similar every time I play (AKA my Rock Star Look).  Also, Daniel is in the picture but you can't see his face, so that is probably good for privacy issues.

After that, I spent some quality time with my friends at B&N, answering email and composing the following list:

THINGS TO DO BEFORE I TURN 30:

~meet author M.E Kerr (I've wanted to do this since I was sixteen)

~see Barry Manilow (I've ALWAYS wanted to do this)

~write another book

~gain a working knowledge of very basic technology

~become an uber-blogger

~get rid of the recently discovered mouse-family living in my unfinished basement (finish my basement to avoid another mouse-family moving in).

~figure out where I put these lists of things to do that I never end up looking at again.

Luckily now I can't lose this list because it's on the computer, and the computer keeps everything easily accessible, right?

That night I went to see the famous Sherman Alexie speak at my favorite bookstore, the King's English.  I expected a crowd, but the place was packed.  It was insane.  But that only helped matters when Sherman Alexie got everyone to sing "Happy Birthday" to me (for a very special birthday gift to me, Sara Zarr had tipped him off.  Thank you, Sara!)

Here we all are, chilling with him:

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Brodi, Bree and I are wearing our T-shirts, which Sherman Alexie remembered, and even recalled our names!

Then, off to the Dodo, our new local haunt mainly because it's the only place open late enough for us.

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See my delighted expression?  That's because I had the best.  Birthday.  Ever.

What Does Your Religion Say About YOU?

At my Senior Ball, a  dinner/dance for the almost-graduates at my high school (unlike the prom, not held at a car dealership) I won a Most Likely Award.  You know:  Most Likely To Succeed, Most Likely To End Up Managing A BK, etc.  I got Most Likely To Write For Teen Magazine.  Besides the fact that I don't think Teen exists anymore, writing for it wasn't an option because I wanted to write me the novels.  But I did love writing quizzes, which earned me the award in the first place. Ah, quizzes.  We're talking pre-lame-o facebook quizzes that were apparently designed by an untrained ape.  These quizzes were for real:  Is He, In Fact, That Into You?  What Does Your Personal Style Say About You? Not that the quizzes I wrote were remotely like that.  Mine were more along the lines of: Are You An Insomniac?  Do  You Have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder?

I guess that's why, when I saw this article yesterday, this popped into my mind:  What Does Your Religion Say About You?

I have mixed feelings about the article, which appeared in School Library Journal and is, if not a Big Deal, a Big Enough Deal.  I mean, national recognition for my book is always a good thing, whether it comes via being banned or by being mentioned in an article about YA books dealing with the Mormon culture.

But here's the rub:  while my book, and some others on the list, indeed DO deal with Mormon culture, others on the list do not.  Which is disheartening.  Because since when is it the job of journalism to perpetuate untrue stereotypes.

Here's a little quiz:

1) In your excitement for a BFF's book launch, you know just how to celebrate.  Your vision?  To turn this:

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Into this:

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(Okay, so this wasn't exactly the vision, but it was the best I could do.  To see the fully executed project, plus more about the launch day, check out Sara's video blog here).

Does your belief that cookies are not only a good idea but a crucial one make you a Mormon?

a) Yes

b) No

c) Depends

d) I'd never make cookies--those things'll kill ya.

ANSWER:  a.

As far as I know, Mormons are the only people ever to make cookies.  And make cookies we do, for any celebration large or small,  any gathering large or small, and any reason large or small.  It's our thing.  Don't take that away from us!

2) After the launch party for second BFF James Dashner's novel:

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your rockin' friend Brodi takes a picture of you and James chummin' it up.

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You love the pic, but can't help noticing the immodesty of your shirt--the neckline is a little wide for a shirt designed with modesty as its expressed purpose (www.shadeclothing.com).  Does even caring about this make you a Mormon?

a) Yes

b) No

c) Depends

d) Die, skank.  Die.

ANSWER:  a.

Mormons are all paranoid about immodesty.  Every single one of them.  Wide necklines are unacceptable, as is showing your ankle or elbow.

3) At an author event, you run into Carol Lynch Williams.

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You call Carol your mother, and she calls you her daughter, even though she neither birthed you nor has ever been legally married to your father.  Does this make you a Mormon?

a) Yes

b) No

c) Depends

d) What do you mean, she didn't give birth to you, MDawg?  You totally have her eyes!

ANSWER:  Well, apparently if you are the SLJ reporter who wrote this piece, you'll answer A, because being polygamist is part of being Mormon, as evidenced in the television show Big Love and the two YA books mentioned in the article, Sister Wife and The Chosen One.

Alas, none of these are about Mormons.  Big Love is based on a splinter group that broke off from the Mormon church generations ago.  While The Chosen One is written by an LDS author, it is about a fictional religious cult and has nothing to do with HER religion.  Sister Wife has no Mormon ties whatsoever, as far as I know.

What does my religion say about me?  Plenty.  It says I sit through three hours of church every Sunday.  It says that as a non-camper I go to Girls Camp because I love the girls in my congregation and want to share my love--for them, for Jesus Christ, and for His gospel.  It says I don't drink mocha java despite my love of chocolate.

But two seconds of research will tell you it does NOT say I believe that men should abuse women and children, it is okay to break the law, and polygamy is hunky-dory.

As a side note, please, please, please be impressed by the number of correct photos and images in this post, along with myriad links.  I'm doing this for you, people!

I Am (Almost) Banned!

Okay, so it's not actually me personally that's almost banned.  Sometimes I have a hard time separating myself from my book. It's actually THE WAY HE LIVED that's being challenged in Lake County, Florida.   And with this being Banned Books Week and everything, the timing couldn't be better!   Or make me happier.    Not that I'm happy people want to ban books, which is bad, bad, bad.   But when these elusive "people" succeed, others are like, hey, you can't tell me what I can't read! and they go on and read it anyway.  Making us as a society stronger as we prove that indeed we ARE capable of thinking for ourselves.  And now THE WAY HE LIVED is  one of those books making people think!

I should mention that I'm in very good company--seriously, I'm such a fangirl that I get a thrill even from being on the same list as these people.   We're talking Holly Black, John Green, Maureen Johnson and a bunch of others, including author of the ever-controversial Gossip Girls series.  I mean, to be on a list with the likes of Gossip Girl...it's just surreal.

You know you love me!

xoxo