Thursday, August 16, 2012


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Amy Reed is a great writer and a real inspiration to me.  I love what she is doing with her work and she is also a kind of bad ass.

I loved BEAUTIFUL and CLEAN and well- what is there NOT to adore about CRAZY?

Yes yes yes.  I'm trolling for twitter followers, but also, I love to promote the work of writers I admire so...


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Real blog post soon...

Friday, August 10, 2012

Tiny Beautiful Things

Life is not the easiest thing.  So many events and people and happenings in my life of late are awesome and amazing and beautiful too.  What the hell am I so FREAKED OUT ABOUT?  Well, David Rakoff died, for one thing.  And I know I know he had been sick for a while but I wasn't really paying attention and the news today that he is gone gutted me like a fish before I even had my coffee.  So that brings things to a sharp point.

Summer is on it's way out.  The days are ever so slightly shorter and the kids are ever so slightly taller and tanner and more sophisticated than they were three short months ago.  Reading.  Diaper free. Big boy beds etc.

I feel like something big is supposed to be happening.  Huge and exciting and life changing in the best of ways.  Some mornings, this feels exciting.  Most mornings it feels like I'm just waiting for loved ones  to die.  For me to age suddenly and then get sick and die myself before my kids.


But then something happens and everything feels OK. Or at least like it's not so full of suck.

Is this what a midlife crisis is?  Could be.  But as I become more and more of the adult I am the closer I feel to the seventeen year old I once was. That's weird right?  But for me, it's a real truth.

This is a long way to say that you should all run to your nearest independent book store and buy TINY BEAUTIFUL THINGS by Cheryl Strayed.

She is the advice columnist for The Rumpus and she is wisdom on a stick.  She is grace and badassery and like your mom, best friend, inner true self and God all rolled into one on their best day ever.  Her advice for every situation is spot on and illuminates what is means to be alive and the tools you need to survive.  She uses her own life to connect everyone's life. And that's what great writing always does.

I saw her read at an Upstairs on the Square Event in Union Square.  The place was packed, SRO and I was delighted that she was so popular. I had to stand in the mosh pit area and listened while flipping through art books about Courtney Love and the grunge scene in Seattle, French interior design, dragon art, while Cheryl skewered my heart like an olive on a toothpick.

I love her.  I needed to hear her that night and read her tonight, and tomorrow, and the night after that.
We all should.  So do it!

...And a darling teen writer in Sheboygan won a signed AND THEN THINGS FALL APART.  Just for FOLLOWING ME ON TWITTER!

Here's a little life advice from Ms. Strayed:

The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.
— Dear Sugar
You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.
— Dear Sugar
There are some things you can’t understand yet. Your life will be a great and continuous unfolding...You will come to know things that can only be known with the wisdom of age and the grace of years. Most of those things will have to do with forgiveness.
— Dear Sugar
Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.
— Dear Sugar

Thursday, August 9, 2012




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Thursday, July 26, 2012

Midsummer Nights Dream! Thanks NYFA

She was amazing... wish I got her name!
Sometimes I do things without thinking too much about them and other times I think so effing much I am paralyzed with thoughts and decisions.  This summer has been a real challenge.  First off, I have had my kids with me for most of the summer which has been amazing (Bronx Zoo Camp and writing at the zoo) and annoying (weeklong Beyblade anime festival on our couch).  

We had also been planning on  packing up the circus of our NYC life and moving to a charming house in New Jersey.  We were very excited and very nervous.  Every day at about 10:30 I started weeping in a snot-filled hiccuppy, post partum depression levels way about leaving and let the tears flow for 2 hours.  Then I'd pull myself together and watch Beyblades.  We had a mid August closing date and a picture of the house on our kitchen table to gaze upon as we ate fish tacos for dinner.

Around the fourth of July we realized that the house had some major issues we weren't comfortable with and the deal fell through.  So hard.  So adult.  We are keeping our heads up and will most likely make a move within the next 12 months.  Now that I know we are here for a while and taking a break the tears have STOPPED~! The depression is slowly lifting!

Perhaps we weren't quite ready?  Perhaps the universe was telling us something we refused to listen to for months.  Like falling in love, it's not supposed to be this hard.  It wasn't meant to be and etc. and I believe it.  Our house is out there for us and we are going to find it.
Dangling by a string- never a better metaphor for being alive.

But here is the thing.

Exactly at the same moment this whole housing thing was exploding in our hands I get an email from the New York Foundation of The Arts and lo and behold I won a grant!  That I wasn't even going to apply for because I was so busy and depressed! 

I know!

I am so grateful and encouraged and honored to be in such great company.

And here is a list of my fellow fiction fellows and click here to learn more about the amazing NYFA 

Denise Burrell-Stinson (New York) 
Alexandra Chasin (Kings) 
Kiera Coffee (Kings) 
Susan Daitch (Kings) 
B.G. Firmani (New York) 
Scott Geiger (New York) 
Melinda Goodman (New York)
Susan Karwoska (Kings) 
Mary La Chapelle (Westchester) 
Catherine Lacey (Kings) 
Caron Levis (Kings) 
Sara Lippmann (Kings) 
Minju Pak (Kings) 
Bob Proehl (Tompkins) 
Thaddeus Rutkowski (New York) – Gregory Millard Fellow
Amanda Stern (Kings) 
Allison Thompson (Kings) 
Arlaina Tibensky (New York) 

And they had a cocktail party for us and I met a real life Czech Puppeteer named Vit Horejs who is very tall with long white hair and very serious.  I drank delicious beer and ate delicious salsa in a ridiculous snake skin printed caftan my kids picked out because it made me look like a snake guy from Ninjago.  So my husband's all chit chatting with Vit and he says to Vit, "Oh!  You're a Czech puppeteer?  Let me get my wife!"  He knows me so well.

There was a magnificent burlesque dancer!  Tasty food!  People who love and appreciate the arts!  I hate drama but seem to attract it.  Camp has started.  I have a little time to myself to think and write and move ever onward!

Ok.  That's us caught up.  More soon.  I promise.


Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Dyscalculia 4evah! Math Wits Nevah!

I have no sense of direction.  Still mix up east and west because in my mind, cowboys who went west would be right handed.  And eastern exotic types would be left handed.  This was my logic.

I get math concepts but didn't memorize my multiplication tables really, ever.  Still can't do twelves, although I'm good until I get to 4 dozen.

Struggled with all my inner brain muscles to get low C's in any and all math-related classes.  Chemistry with my beloved Sr. Ellen revealed my absolute inability to figure out mole.

When I won the bean counting contest in 5th grade girl scouts (off by one bean!) I used a complex circular system of my own devising that I came to find out was calculus.  My girl scout leader, Mrs. Popernick, thought I cheated, CHEATED, my lack of math skills was so notorious.

I loved playing the clarinet but was a horrible sight reader of music.

And of course I had myriad and deep other gifts in the Language Arts,  which blinded teachers to my obvious deficits.

I have always known I sucked at math.  I just ignored it and chalked it up to my language side taking up the math energy.  No big deal. I learned to live with it.

Still can't balance a check book (how archaic!) or do long division (who needs to anyway?) or deal with money concepts such as interest, compounding, percentages, and the like (this would be a little useful, actually) or read a map (GPS!).

Couldn't read an analog clock until high school which my entire family thinks is hilarious.

Miss Columbia University Graduate school CAN'T TELL TIME!

Hardee har har.

So on I read a piece on DYSCALCULIA AKA Math Dyslexia and whoa.  It was great.  I just wanted to come out of the Dyscalculia closet and let it be known.  I was never tested or wanted to be. But as they say in Kindergarten "You get what you get and you don't get upset." It's a mild form of dyscalculia but I got it.


Anyone else have this?  I'm so glad I got the dyscalculia and not actual dyslexia.  The idea of not being able to read with ease and gusto depresses me.  For obvious reasons...

Friday, June 1, 2012

Embrace Change, Me Hearties

There is a monthly thrift sale in my neighborhood Collegiate church that I have been going to every month for about 10 years.  I adore it.  Today I got a pup tent for the boys 2 beautiful pottery books for me and a great shirt from Zara that I would have paid for new if I shopped like that.  All for the low low price of $13.00.

Both my boys spent time in the thrift sale space when they were tiny little baby boys and I was a new mom, singing A Big Red Bus and The Farmer in the Dell, and making play-doh giraffes and fighting over a puppy dog pull toy.  I feel connected with my neighborhood and my family in a way I never have before.  And I'm totally into it and have accepted the dried up rat corpse that we pass every day on the way to school, the playground of woe around the corner, the junkies that shoot up in cars in front of my yuppified building.  For real.  I love it all.  The good the bad and maybe especially the ugly.

And now we gotta move!

When and to where are still an effing mystery but still, we are moving before school starts, I fear.

And then I picked up the kindergartner from kindergarten and wept a little with the teachers (there's one and a half weeks left of school) and then home to sign up for a refresher driving course.

I'm not as crazy as I was last week.  I am even crazier.  A blogger who chooses to remain anonymous told me to embrace rather than fear change and THAT belongs on a tattoo on my ass in gothic letters with a complimentary pirate skull.

Thanks for all the twitter following- it's the little things.  I'm writing a lot.  And reading too- One Crazy Summer by Rita Williams Garcia.  So so good.  That and the New Yorker's AWESOME Sci-Fi issue.

And drinking lots of iced coffee and eating lots of hot sauce laden Mexican delights.

Stay tuned...

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Oh!  My LIFE is really overwhelming, dudes.  Things aren't going so great over here... But, I'm like, hanging in there, I guess.

With great power comes great responsibility.
Big picture and on paper all is good.  But up close, behind the velvet curtain, one section at a time, things are not so rosy.

The book is coming along, it its dysfunctional way.  It is hard hard work.  Not that fun. When it's going great it is going GREAT.   But that is not often.

We are getting ready to leave as in MOVE OUT OF the city for a place where they have houses and also the kind of restaurants that give you crayons and connect the dots placemats for the kids.  I can't wait and I don't want to. Both. Equally.

We are having trouble deciding on a house.

We are stressed out about schools and money and deadlines and professional futures.

I miss my family in Chicago.

Sephora went Medieval on my face.
And the book is coming along s l o w l y and it's entirely frustrating.

All in all, I'm deathly depressed and it's not going away.  Oh it will, eventually.  I haven't been this sad for this long since the  post partum madness that followed the last baby.

For reals.

S I G H.


So... bear with me.

Do you know what would cheer me up (besides winning this stupid CB2 room makeover I enter every day)?


I somehow reached 500!  And now I'm on a quest.  I'm into twitter, so.  I'll make it worth your while!

Meanwhile, enjoy these snaps of the ever lovely One Story Debutante Ball 2012!  So happy to be a part of it!

This last one in my favorite.  My darling and amazing escort, Tara McCarthy and Andrew McCarthy.  I do believe I wept while thanking him for Pretty in Pink and assuring him of its great cultural significance for a generation of creative types (aka: me and Tara).


Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Preaching to the Choir

Long Island is beautiful.  You can smell the ocean in the air as soon as you get off the LIRR.  I had a speech to give at W.C. Mepham high school and was nervous as hell. I got there early, met some great teachers and students.  I signed their library copy of my book.  There was singing, piano playing, hand shaking.  I got up there, did my thing- got all choked up toward the middle and end.  Applauded and got right back on the train and back to Manhattan to pick up the kids (my own!) from school.

Wellington C. Mepham

Yesterday was an unusual day, a day when I was feeling rather low about writing and not just like Writing but my writing.  Like, what's it all for?  And I love YA that's the kicker.  I believe it is a fertile genre, an important genre,  a place where my work as a writer can grow and reach readers.  I believe that Young Adult readers deserve good books, thoughtful well-written and entertaining books that illuminate the state of being alive.  There's a lot of junky YA books out there.  Oh, they are fun.  They are option-able.  They sometimes get big advances and a lot of buzz and cause a stir.  But there are a lot of them that are basically the opposite if what I'm into.  These are not the kind of books I'm interested in writing. 

So. Amid all these FEELINGS I had to go off the the Island of Long to talk with students who are into English.  And Reading.  And Writing.  I got a little emotional and lot inspired and I hope the kids were listening and I didn't freak them out.  Here is my keynote address- my first!

When I was asked to come speak with you for the National English Honor Society induction ceremony today, I almost had a heart attack.  I actually saw my life folding in on itself like weird origami.  For I was once, long ago, in the National Honor Society.  Don’t ask me how because we didn’t have a National ENGLISH honor society then and I was horrible at math.  Like, couldn’t tell time till 6th grade kind of bad.  I somehow made it to college, majored in English at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, went on to Columbia University to get a ridiculously expensive MFA in Creative Writing- wrote a book about a 15 year old obsessed with Sylvia Plath and the power of great literature to transform a life…and here I am.  Preaching to the choir.  YOU W.C. Mepham High School National English Honor Society Inductees ARE MY PEOPLE.
I might be going out on a limb here but I assume you love to read?  Usually have a book in your bag or pocket or purse?  Have one or two going at once?   Do you loathe the font Comic Sans as much or MORE THAN Papyrus? Are you, like me- ENRAGED that there was no Pulitzer awarded for fiction this year?
I remember when I was where you are today, a hair’s breath away from the thing I loved most: reading.  When I was a high school student I inhabited fiction.  I read anything everything.  And then wrote papers on it.  I journaled, I wrote letters.  Letters! (It was a pre-internet world).   And my English teachers actually cared about what I wrote, what I was reading, what I was thinking  and how I was going to use my talents in the world outside of high school.  It was a magical age and a special time.  

When I started writing AND THEN THINGS FALL APART, I wanted to celebrate the intense love affair with litereature that sophisticated young people have.  I never set out to write a “Young Adult” novel but my high school experience with reading and writing was so important and fundemental and emotionally compelling that before I knew it, Keek was reading the Bell Jar and making cannibal cups with her Grandma, and talking saying things like- “This is the thing about great literature. It reads like truth and sticks to you forever and lets you know that you are not alone.”
What I’m trying to say is, please, do not be intimidated by your passion for literature.  It is a gift. It’s probably the thing that is going to make your life bearable one day.  Things could be worse.  You could be like my dad.
My Dad doesn’t know how to read.
Oh-he reads. Tons.  Of history books.  He’s been obsessed with WWII and the civil war my whole life.  I don’t really think of him as a reader even though 200 books with FDR and Lincoln on the dust jackets line the walls of his so –called library.  But what good is a library with no Vladimir Nabokov, Sylvia Plath, Shakespeare, John Grisham for God’s sake?  I don't think he has even read my book. His only daughter’s only book!  “I don’t read fiction” is the only reason he gives.  “Real life is difficult enough.”

FRANZ KAFKA wrote that “a book must be the ax for the frozen sea inside us.”  But I guess my dad never got the memo. 
Real life is a big glob of mess.  Fiction is the best thing we humans have to reveal life’s facets, to examine each sparkling angle, to give us one intense and idiosyncratic example of a life experience so that when we finish a book we are wiser and more complex people than we were when we began.
My dad is a loving good and decent person, he just doesn’t know how to read the way you do.  Without fear of feelings.  Without looking away from the sticky and beautiful fictional worlds of great writers.  I feel bad for him, that no one was able to reach through his tough exoskeleton and make his heart explode with the power of words.
One day you might be 37 years old, sitting in a Laundromat and remember a scene from a book, a stanza from a poem, a line from a play that will grab you by the throat, whisper in your ear, massage your shoulders and it will make you feel more alive than you have ever felt- connected and strong and devastated and engaged with everything in a way that takes your breath away-  at the exact same moment everyone else at the Laundromat is watching their towels spin in the dryer.  Or checking their Twitter accounts.
You of all people understand that you read great literature, not because it’s going to be on the test, or that your intimate knowledge of A Tale of Two Cities is going to get you into a great college.  You understand that your intimacy with and the comfort and excitement you take in great literature is going to be on the invisible test you take when you fall in love, choose a job, have a child, take risks, fail, succeed: live.
Lovers of language are great communicators, love a great joke, appreciate nuance and subtley as well as broad strokes.  We are more fun at parties.  We are good at arguing,  making our point, thinking, and organizing our thoughts. We can write 5 page essays in our sleep.  We are never truly alone because we always have a book or the memory of a book to keep us warm, illuminating our own lives with its fire.
The world needs readers. Yes, selfishly- I want you all to rush out and buy a copy of AND THEN THINGS FALL APART (9.99 at fine independent bookstores everywhere.)  But the publishing industry always needs readers. I’m talking about the world here.  The very fabric of human society needs people who are not afraid to walk in someone else’s shoes for 400 pages, who know that words have power. That WHAT you say and HOW you say it has a genuine deep impact on how we all experience our world.
My five year old son has a friend in his kindergarten class who says “Li-berry” instead of, you know, the correct way.  My son thinks this is hilarious.  Like rolling on the floor clutching his stomach guffawing funny.  And I am horrified.  Not only at my snobby elitist son whose mother is a writer and was whispering “Li-BRAir-y Li-BRAir-y” into his ear the minute he was born- but I am also horrified that there is a lot of room out there for people who do not know that pronouncing Library correctly is important, let alone that going to one, checking out a book, and reading it is an empowering, beautiful, and NECCESSARY thing to do.
You, you beautiful and handsome and intelligent and gifted students sitting before me: Get it.
I don’t know what is next for any of you but I am thinking that it involves interesting endeavors, lots of great books, maybe writing, but above all, a life full of examining, thinking, feeling, using words to the best of your ability.  You only need to revel in your love of language, appreciate it, treasure it, share it and use it to enhance your life beyond your wildest dreams… Make no mistake, You have everything right now at this moment that you will ever need for a successful life.
Congratulations on the great honor of being inducted into the National English Honor Society of Wellington C. Mepham High School.  The world needs more of you.

So there you have it.  Thanks Wellington C Mepham High School for the great opportunity!


Tuesday, April 24, 2012

I'm getting ready to leave for Mepham High School in Bellmore L.I. to deliver a keynote speech to the National English Honor Society Inductees.

I know!

So excited.  I'm into my speech and might post it here when I'm done.

What a weekend!  There was the One Story Debutante Ball with Tara Altebrando as my delightful escort and our stalking of Andrew McCarthy and my drag queen with a vagina makeup. So fun! So Exhausting! A night surely worth an elaborate post.

And then there was the NJ house hunting which was great but sad because I fell in love with a house that we are probably not going to buy... AGAIN.

And then there was little league T-Ball (!) at 8:45 am (!) the next day followed up with 8 hours of laundry and then a glamorous book launch for my pal Hannah Moskowitz's amazing book GONE GONE GONE which I trudged to in the pouring rain but was totally worth it. Lucas Klauss was there and Robin Wasserman, and Anica Rissi, and we talked about my kids and the biz and the genius of H. Moskowitz.

Watched the tail end of Girls, (which I like, ok?) and then the re-run of Game of Thrones (which I love/hate) and then I was so freaked out by the demon, smoke, devil baby that came out of the red haired devil lady that I couldn't fall asleep.

As soon as I get pictures I will post and share and etc.  And I figured out what to do with my book (the new one I'm working on diligently) thanks to one Amelia Kahaney.

Yesterday I was mildly depressed and exhausted all day. But I worked on my speech, finished GOOD GIRLS DON'T DIE (which was great and fun) and etc.

OK.  Are we caught up?  And can I name drop SOME MORE?  Jeeze.

Photos soon...


Monday, April 16, 2012

One Story Debutante Ball 2012

So you guys know about the One Story Debutante Ball that I'm taking part in on Friday, April 20, 2012 in beautiful "Paris on the Gowanus" Brooklyn?  

I am wearing a dress exactly like this one....
I know what you are saying.  "Didn't you do that already?  How many times are you going to be a debutante, you egomaniac?"  

As many times as they ask.  

See, the first time I did it, TECHNICALLY my book wasn't even out yet. So TECHNICALLY I was not yet a DEBUT author so... And I love it so.

Also, I just had a baby and was all hormonal and insane and this year that is not the case.  I think I'm wearing a cute punk rock kind of outfit and I'm getting my hair cut at Dickson Hair Salon that afternoon so hopefully I will look cool too.

The amazing and wonderful Tara Altebrando is going to be my mentor-escort and she is both a mentor and escort- and not in the dirty way.  She is also a parent and a serious writer and she is funny and interesting and I adored Dreamland Social Club and the more I hang out with her the more I love her.  We are going to have so much fun! 

No hat this year.

No heaving breasts full of milk for a newborn.

No fake title for a yet-to-be-published book.

No glasses just lots and lots of black eyeliner and black eyeshadow (my new favorite thing).

I love One Story, I love that they do this. And this year, they interviewed me! If you think of it, send some $$ their way, and find out more about One Teen Story here.

I'll be sure to take lots of pictures and let you know all about it.  In the meantime, I'm supposed to be working on a keynote address for the National English Honor Society at a school in Long Island and it's going great!  Any suggestions much appreciated though.  And I'm doing laundry.  And I'm OBSESSED with this tumblr.

Love ya lots and I love comments too.  xoxo

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Oh, So Literary

Time Warner Center J. Crew Men's shop window.  I wish the typewriters were for sale!  The papers in some of them said this in courier:

Short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story short story.

Thought you all might dig it.

Tomorrow I read in Inwood for kids with other beloved YA writers!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

New York Teen Author Fest 2012!!

I know!  I'm delighted to no end about being involved with the best Teen Author Fest in the world next week!

Writing is so weird.  You do it alone.  Or if there are people around, you ignore them and pretend you're alone.  So when you have an excuse to meet other writers, writers who ALSO write for teens, it's like being in an enchanted fairy land where Libba Bray and  E. Lockhart flit about on sparkly wings and David Levithan is the mayor of Young Adult land for one week.

It's really interesting and fun and emotionally satisfying in a way that surprises me. Mr. Levithan is a genius and I'm always grateful and happy that he is the amazing wonder he is.  Thank you for including me!

I'm reading here:  (MY NEIGHBORHOOD!!)

Thursday, March 29:
The NYC Big Read, 10am

Inwood Branch - 4790 Broadway, 10am

with theses charming authors:

Eugene Myers                         
Jessica Rothenberg                  
Lena Roy        
Mark Shulman             
Arlaina Tibensky  

And I'll be signing  on  Sunday April 1  at Books of wonder from 3:15 - 4:00 with these lovely writers:

Melissa De La Cruz (Lost in Time, Hyperion)
Alyssa Sheinmel, (The Lucky Kind, RH)
Jennifer Smith (The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight, Little Brown)
Jeri Smith-Ready (Shift, S&S)
Jon Skovron (Misfit, Abrams)
Victoria Schwab (The Near Witch, Hyperion)
Mark Shulman (Are You Normal?, National Geographic)
Margaret Stohl (Beautiful Chaos, Little Brown)
Arlaina Tibensky (And Then Things Fell Apart, S&S)
Siobhan Vivian (The List, Scholastic)
Melissa Walker (Small Town Sinners, Bloomsbury)
K.M. Walton (Cracked, S&S)
John Corey Whaley (Where Things Come Back, S&S)
Alecia Whitaker (The Queen of Kentucky, Little Brown)
Maryrose Wood (The Unseen Guest, Harper)
Natalie Zaman and Charlotte Bennardo (Sirenz, Flux)

Anyhoo, here's the WHOLE schedule:

2012 NYC Teen Author Festival

Monday, March 26 (Mulberry Street Branch of the NYPL, 10 Jersey Street b/w Mulberry and Lafayette, 6-8): 

Plotting Dangerously: Doing What it Takes to Find the Story

Coe Booth
Jen Calonita
Paul Griffin
Deborah Heiligman
Melissa Kantor
Morgan Matson
Kieran Scott
Melissa Walker

moderator: David Levithan

Tuesday, March 27 (McNally Jackson Bookstore, 52 Prince Street, 7-8:30):
The Mutual Admiration Society Reading

Madeleine George
Ellen Hopkins
David Levithan
Jennifer Smith
John Corey Whaley

Wednesday. March 28 (42nd St NYPL, Bergen Forum, 6-8): 
Things Fall Apart: World Building and World Destroying in YA

Anna Carey
Sarah Beth Durst
Anne Heltzel
Jeff Hirsch
Andy Marino
Lauren McLaughlin
Lissa Price
Jon Skovron

moderator: Chris Shoemaker

Thursday, March 29:
The NYC Big Read


Queens – Long Island City branch of the Queens Public Library (37-44 21 StreetLong Island City, NY 11101)

Tara Altebrando
Brent Crawford
Gina Damico
Jeff Hirsch
Andy Marino
Jon Skovron
Alecia Whitaker

Manhattan – Locations to come

Jen Calonita
Anna Carey
Matthew Cody
Jocelyn Davies
Melissa De La Cruz
Hilary Graham
Christopher Grant
Leanna Renee Hieber
Anne Heltzel
Gwendolyn Heasley
PG Kain
Kody Keplinger
Lauren McLaughlin
Sarah Mlynowski
Eugene Myers
Micol Ostow
Stephanie Perkins
Jessica Rotherberg
Lena Roy
Erin Saldin
Leila Sales
Eliot Schrefer
Samantha Schutz
Mark Shulman
Arlaina Tibensky

Brooklyn – Brooklyn Public Library, central branch, Grand Army Plaza
Kate Ellison
Gayle Forman
Melissa Kantor
Barry Lyga
Michael Northrop
Matthue Roth
Victoria Schwab
Melissa Walker

Bronx -- Bronx Library Center - 310 East Kingsbridge Road, Bronx
Elizabeth Eulberg
Paul Griffin
Alissa Grosso
David Levithan
Sarah Darer Littman
Kieran Scott
John Corey Whaley

Friday March 30, Symposium (42nd Street NYPL, 2-6)

2:00 – Introduction

2:10-3:00: Being Friends With Boys

Elizabeth Eulberg
Jenny Han
Terra Elan McVoy
Stephanie Perkins

moderator: Sarah Mlynowski

3:00-3:50: The Writer as Time Traveler: Writing the Past While Sitting in the Present

Judy Blundell
Matthew Cody
Jennifer Donnelly
Leanna Renee Hieber
Suzanne Weyn

moderator: David Levithan

3:50-4:40: No Ordinary Love: How to Create a Satisfying Love Story and a Satisfying Supernatural World at the Same Time

Andrea Cremer
Melissa de la Cruz
Jeri Smith-Ready
Victoria Schwab
Margaret Stohl

moderator: Barry Lyga

4:40-5:30: New Voices Spotlight

Emily Danforth
Kate Ellison
Lucas Klauss
Carley Moore
Aleica Whittaker

Friday March 30, Barnes & Noble Reader’s Theater/Signing (Union Square B&N, 33 E 17th St, 7-8:30)

Andrea Cremer
Emily Danforth
Lucas Klauss
Stephanie Perkins
Siobhan Vivian
John Corey Whaley

moderator: David Levithan

Saturday March 31, Symposium (42nd Street NYPL, 1-5)

1:00 – Introduction

1:10-2:00 – Rising to the Challenge: YA Characters Facing Down What Life Throws Them

Tara Altebrando
Matt Blackstone
Susane Colasanti
Kody Keplinger
Siobhan Vivian
K.M. Walton

moderator: David Levithan

2:00-2:50 -- Killer Instincts: Death, Murder, and the YA Novel

Jennifer Lynn Barnes
Gina Damico
Kim Harrington
Barry Lyga

moderator: Marie Rutkoski

2:50-4:00 -- Moments of Truth: Characters at a Crossroads

Natasha Friend
Margie Gelbwasser
Jennifer Hubbard
Stewart Lewis
Sarah Darer Littman
Jess Rothenberg
Daisy Whitney

moderator: E. Lockhart

4:00-5:00 – Looking Forward to Fall

David Levithan
Marie Rutkoski
Eliot Schrefer
…and more authors reading from their upcoming books

Sunday April 1: Our No-Foolin’ Mega-Signing at Books of Wonder (Books of Wonder, 1-4): 

Jennifer Barnes (Every Other Day, Egmont)
Matt Blackstone (A Scary Scene in a Scary Movie, FSG)
Caroline Bock (LIE, St. Martin’s)
Jen Calonita (Belles, Little Brown)
Anna Carey (Eve, Harper)
Susane Colasanti (So Much Closer, Penguin)
Andrea Cremer (Bloodrose, Penguin)
Gina Damico (Croak, HMH)
Emily Danforth (The Miseducation of Cameron Post, Harper)
Jocelyn Davies (A Beautiful Dark, Harper)
Sarah Beth Durst (Drink, Slay, Love, S&S)
Elizabeth Eulberg (Take a Bow, Scholastic)
Gayle Forman (Where She Went, Penguin) 
Natasha Friend (For Keeps, Penguin)
Kim Harrington (Perception, Scholastic)
Barry Lyga (I Hunt Killers, Little Brown)
Daisy Whitney (The Rivals, Little Brown)

Margie Gelbwasser (Pieces of Us, Flux)
Alissa Grosso (Popular, Flux)
Jenny Han (We’ll Always Have Summer, S&S)
Leanna Renee Hieber (Darker Still, Sourcebooks)
Anne Heltzel (Circle Nine, Candlewick)
Jeff Hirsch (The Eleventh Plague, Scholastic)
Jennifer Hubbard (Try Not to Breathe, Penguin)
Melissa Jensen (The Fine Art of True or Dare, Penguin)
PG Kain (Famous for Thirty Seconds, S&S)
Melissa Kantor (The Darlings in Love, Hyperion)
Kody Keplinger (Shut Out, Little Brown)
Lucas Klauss (Everything You Need to Survive the Apocalypse, S&S)
David Levithan (Every You, Every Me, RH)
Stewart Lewis (You Have Seven Messages, RH)
Sarah Darer Littman (Want to Go Private?, Scholastic)
Elisa Ludwig (Pretty Crooked, S&S)

Carolyn Mackler (The Future of Us, Penguin)
Andy Marino (Unison Spark, FSG)
Wendy Mass (13 Gifts, Scholastic)
Terra Elan McVoy (The Summer of Firsts and Lasts, S&S)
Lauren McLaughlin (Scored, RH)
Sarah Mlynowski (Ten Things We Did, RH)
Carley Moore (The Stalker Chronicles, FSG)
E. C. Myers (Fair Coin, Pyr)
Michael Northrop (Plunked, Scholastic)
Micol Ostow (What Would My Cell Phone Do?, Penguin)
Stephanie Perkins (Lola and the Boy Next Door, Penguin)
Jessica Rotherberg (The Catastrophic History of You and Me, Penguin)
Marie Rutkoski (The Jewel of the Kalderash, FSG)
Erin Saldin (The Girls of No Return, Scholastic)
Leila Sales (Past Perfect, S&S)
Kieran Scott (He’s So Not Worth It, S&S)

Melissa De La Cruz (Lost in Time, Hyperion)
Alyssa Sheinmel, (The Lucky Kind, RH)
Jennifer Smith (The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight, Little Brown)
Jeri Smith-Ready (Shift, S&S)
Jon Skovron (Misfit, Abrams)
Victoria Schwab (The Near Witch, Hyperion)
Mark Shulman (Are You Normal?, National Geographic)
Margaret Stohl (Beautiful Chaos, Little Brown)
Arlaina Tibensky (And Then Things Fell Apart, S&S)
Siobhan Vivian (The List, Scholastic)
Melissa Walker (Small Town Sinners, Bloomsbury)
K.M. Walton (Cracked, S&S)
John Corey Whaley (Where Things Come Back, S&S)
Alecia Whitaker (The Queen of Kentucky, Little Brown)
Maryrose Wood (The Unseen Guest, Harper)
Natalie Zaman and Charlotte Bennardo (Sirenz, Flux)