Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Speaking Up About Speak

On the 10th Anniversary of Laurie Halse Anderson's groundbreaking novel, Speak, we are all joining together to discuss this important book and the impact it has made on us and those around us.

When was the first time you read Speak? How did it affect you? Did you pass it along to friends or re-read it? Did the book mean something different to you when you read it ten years later?

Tell us your stories in the comments!

Monday, March 23, 2009

Did you read Wintergirls?

Did you like it? We want to hear your thoughts!

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

"I swear to be the skinniest girl in school. Skinnier than you."

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Some links to explore...

Laurie Halse Anderson's MySpace Page

Laurie Halse Anderson's Website

Laurie Halse Anderson's Blog

Wintergirls MySpace Page

Monday, March 2, 2009

Rave reviews for Wintergirls...

The buzz is building about Laurie Halse Anderson's upcoming book, Wintergirls...

"Readers will be absorbed by this gripping tale..."
-BCCB, starred review

"[B]rutal and poetic..."
-Booklist, starred review

"[A] startingly crisp and pitch-perfect first-person narrative."
-School Library Journal, starred review

"...broken, symbolic and gut-wrenching prose..."
-Kirkus Reviews, starred review

"As difficult as reading this novel can be, it is more difficult to put it down."
-Publishers Weekly, starred review

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Words to Speak poem

By popular request, here are the words to Laurie Halse Anderson's Speak poem featured in the video that was posted previously. Click the image to enlarge.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Laurie Halse Anderson's new book, Wintergirls, on sale March 19th!

Check out an excerpt from Wintergirls below...

Chapter One:

So she tells me, the words dribbling out with the cranberry muffin crumbs, commas dunked in her coffee.

She tells me in four sentences. No, five.

I can’t let me hear this, but it’s too late. The facts sneak in and stab me. When she gets to the worst part

. . . body found in a motel room, alone . . .

. . . my walls go up and my doors lock. I nod like I’m listening, like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.

It’s not nice when girls die.

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