Are a distant memory, but that doesn’t mean the good times are gone.
Oh yes, I probably should have been a lyricist for The Four Blonde Boys, a Lou Wasserman creation.
Anyway, I’ve been traveling a lot and writing quite a bit as well. In the meantime, there have been some nice reports about Cowboy. To my extreme excitement, it got a starred review in Kirkus.
“Readers of Juby’s Alice McLeod series will find similar pitch-perfect comedic voices as well as sensitive, subtle treatment of teen struggles with identity and friendship. Spoiled, ditzy Cleo provides hilarious first-person narration, unwittingly throwing lopsided punch lines that draw consistent laughs. Her dizziness keeps the novel buoyant and leavens Alex’s world of palpable tension. Juby delivers his earnest struggle to maintain a double life through a third-person narrator, cleverly conveying the distance between Alex’s inner feelings and his outward expressions… Teens will happily embrace this refreshingly holistic gay teen character, built on cute quirks, humor and pathos rather than farce and flamboyance.”
More nice words can be found on Teens Read Too and Mad Jenny Flint‘s excellent book blog.
Don’t forget we have to celebrate all this positivity with cupcakes and various forms of frivolity at the Book Warehouse on Davie Street in Vancouver this Sunday. See below for more details.
And now I must go outside, into the pouring rain to help the pest guy help drive the flock of flickers from the vents in our house. I kid you not. The flickers have moved in en masse. There are bits of insulation cascading down the sides of our house and flickers peering out of every vent. Apparently, flickers are the laziest variety of woodpecker and so they focus on nesting in rotted trees and, in our case, vents protected with only delicate plastic mesh. As a bird lover, I’m all about encouraging our avian brethren and supporting them in their lifestyle. But that doesn’t mean I want them putting their cooties into our walls.
Goodbye for now.