This Blog Belongs To…

Starring Jules (Third Grade Debut) Cover(1)Okay, here we go. So I set up this blog when I was waiting to see if I would get a book deal myself. It was a place to put my writing while I wondered (read: paced, worried, chewed nails) what was next for me professionally. In an instant, it became so satisfying to write about the books I loved as a child, the books I read out loud to my children now, and the ideas and emotions stirred up nightly by books written for and about the lives of children (and also, highly imaginative Siamese cats. I’m looking at you, Skippyjon Jones).  The idea for the blog was the books and the characters that lift us up—having taken inspiration from Ramona and her Father and those mood-altering tin-can stilts.

But when I sat down today, to think about which books have spoken to me recently–which ones lifted me up–I wasn’t thinking about the upcoming Newbery and Caldecott announcements. Everyone else in the children’s book blogging universe has that well covered. Instead, I thought about The Life of Ty, a series about a regular boy–a regular, counter-climbing, baby-penguin-stealing, slightly neurotic, completely authentic kid. I love these books because my son loves them. And he loves them because he sees himself in them. The same way he loved Billy Miller so much he has now read it three times, and has written his name inside the cover. And all of this got me thinking about Ramona again. About how chapter book series sometimes get washed away in the tidal wave of outstanding middle grade reads, in a way that maybe they didn’t used to, back in my day, back when I read Ramona and wrote my name carefully inside the paperback cover–This Book Belongs to Beth Levine–because it was mine and because there was a long enough pause for reflection in my reading life to know that I would want to own this book for posterity. (And because I never remembered my book fair money so I would probably have to make that one last a while.) And now, in the sea of spectacular books for children, there is less time for pauses. Fewer carefully written declarations of ownership on the inside flaps of nighttime reads. (Due possibly to the advent of online book club ordering for the delinquent child!)

I understand this so well because my own daughter outgrew chapter books as fast as she grew into them, trading in her Cinderella Smiths and her Clementines and yes, her Ramonas, for Wonder and Out of My Mind, and book after book that resonate with her the way The Trumpet of the Swan stayed with me. And the thing is, I am—so far—a chapter book writer. I write essays for grown-ups, too, and I have one or two middle grade novels in the works, but my own chapter book series is special to me because it is special to the kids who read it, if only for a split second of their accelerating, warp-speed little lives. These kids see themselves in Jules. The same way I understood how singing “99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall” at the top of her lungs in the rain while clunking down the street in tin-can stilts, lifted the bad mood right off the shoulders of my beloved Ramona, these kids understand what it feels like to over-think, to worry, to be talented even, and not know what to do with it.  The same kids who are bursting with creativity and stories and who think their little brothers are not so terrible, and the ones who adore their parents and their teachers but who are terrorized by behavior charts and the possibility of vomit. This is the stuff of early elementary school and early family life and it is meaningful.

I have never written here about my own books because it seemed self-serving to do so. But the time has come. (And frankly, no matter how much I beg, borrow, and steal. And beg. Did I say that? No one else is doing it.) I want kids to read these books and I want teachers and librarians and parents to read them too. So much so, I made a video trailer to rope you in! They are for everyone. There are four of them now. Check them out of the library! Introduce them to your school librarian! Pick one up at your local indie bookseller! (Okay, go easy on yourself–buy them online!)  And then share them with the early elementary kids in your life who I think will see themselves somewhere inside, and please while your there, say this to your young reader: write your name on the flap.

And it will be yours.

(And then, ahem—make sure you remembered to pack the book fair money.)