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!
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Some links to explore...
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
"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
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.
Find out more at: http://www.myspace.com/wintergirls
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