Wow, I am finally reclaiming my brain. For about two, maybe three months I have literally not had one unclaimed hour. Since September, I have co-hosted one conference, facilitated at another, spoken at a third - IN EGYPT - and presented at two events. And written three columns for the Baltimore Sun. You should see my house.
But the smoke is clearing and I am getting my feet back under me. Today I finally put away all the Sharpies and Post-Its we took to KidLitCon. I have four tote bags and one box of books to go out the door to the school library and the family reading program at the detention center. I'm not QUITE unpacked from Egypt, BUT last night I read my way through the 18" stack of forthcoming picture books that was sitting on the radiator blocking the cats' view of the front yard. And I have a few I'd like to tell you about:
I Am Bear by Ben Bailey Smith and Sav Akyuz
Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy deserved an update.
ANARCHY. Pure doughnut-stealing squirrel-munching purple-haired anarchy, delivered with gemlike verbal economy and fat, saturated art that in places mimics the texture of spray paint on on concrete and in others made me think of jerky calligraphy done with a giant brush.
I am calling this genius.
BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!