Shelf Awareness for Readers for Tuesday, July 28, 2015

From My Shelf

Sourcebooks: Me and White Supremacy: Combat Racism, Change the World, and Become a Good Ancestor by Layla Saad

Algonquin Books: Big Girl, Small Town by Michelle Gallen

Little, Brown Books for Young Readers: Daughter of Smoke & Bone: The Complete Gift Set by Laini Taylor

Work in Progress... in Books

Start with the last two books I've read. They might seem to have little in common beyond certain obvious traits--author, cover, numbered pages, blurbs, etc. At no point while reading the books, one fiction and the other nonfiction, did I see a connection. I simply followed usage directions from my lifelong prescription: Pick a book, read it, pick another. Repeat as needed.

The first was Michael Perry's sharp and funny novel The Jesus Cow, in which Harley Jackson's small herd is suddenly joined by a newborn calf, "upon whose flank was borne the very image of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ." Harley's first reaction: "Well, that's trouble." And of course it is for the hardworking man who is just trying to save himself from "the triangular career path of many local men his age: trailer, toil and tavern."   

Then I read Boss Life by Paul Downs (to be released August 4), an intriguing account of one year (2012) in the professional and personal life of Downs, who opened his custom furniture business in 1987. There is fierce honesty here, as he chronicles the day-to-day challenges faced by a gifted craftsman who has had to learn how to be boss, small businessman, salesman, accountant and much more, with varying degrees of success.

Two excellent books I just happened to read in succession. I didn't give it much thought until last Thursday, when I saw John Green on the incomparable soccer podcast Men in Blazers. He was asked (at the 23-minute mark) about writer's block, and Green replied: "I remember complaining to my Dad when I first started writing that I couldn't get anything done and I had writer's block, and my Dad said, 'You know, coal miners don't get to get coal miner's block.' "   

At this moment, I saw a thread connecting The Jesus Cow to Boss Life to me as both reader and worker. It was simply, and not so simply, their honest depiction of working lives. --Robert Gray, contributing editor

Seal Press: Mediocre: The Dangerous Legacy of White Male America by Ijeoma Oluo

Book Candy

Paper Towns Prep; Papa Lookalike

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Charlie Boice is this year's winner of the "Papa" Hemingway Look-Alike Contest at Sloppy Joe's Bar in Key West, Fla., where the author hung out often in the 1930s, Boing Boing reported.


Grammar face! Buzzfeed shared "17 faces every grammar nerd will recognize."


Laura Jarratt, author of Skin Deep, picked her top 10 YA thrillers with sisters for the Guardian.


Flavorwire showcased "10 beautiful books for creative thinkers."

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The Writer's Life

A Publisher, an Author and a Stream

John Sargent

One might think that publishers are jaded when it comes to authors, but not so. John Sargent, CEO of Macmillan Publishers, read a book by one of Macmillan's authors--C.J. Box (whose new novel is Badlands, just published by Minotaur, $26.99)--and like any fan, sent him an e-mail. He had better results than most would have: a flyfishing date.

You have to admit, C.J. Box is a good name, particularly, say, if you are an outside linebacker from Alabama. "Box" is less than lyrical for a writer, but I had particularly enjoyed a book called Blue Heaven by a guy named C.J. Box--and, checking the back flap, I discovered that he's from Cheyenne, Wyo. The following summer, I was planning to drive through Cheyenne, and after a flurry of e-mails (hi, I'm your publisher...), I agreed to meet C.J. at a bar just off Interstate 25.

C.J. Box (photo: Molly Box)

As it turned out, the "C" was for Chuck and he seemed like a good guy. Part modern-day cowboy, he wears the requisite hat and boots and rides horses, but he makes his living at the keyboard. He has a passion for the outdoors and, in particular, for fly-fishing. So as our bar encounter drew to a close, I asked him if he would like to try the water on a ranch outside Sheridan where I grew up. He seemed genuinely pleased at the concept, and as I drove away I remember thinking, "hell yes, fly fishing with C.J. Box!"

As the next summer approached, I e-mailed him the dates I would be at the ranch. There were just two short windows that would work, I apologized. But the good people of Sheridan lent a hand. They had invited Chuck to be the Grand Marshal of the Rodeo Day Parade on precisely the right date. This particular parade did not hold fond memories for me. It was always too hot, and I used to have to dress up and ride on a buckboard advertising my mother's bar. The last time I had attended I was in the drum section of the Sheridan High School marching band. Playing cymbals. 90 degrees and stuffed into a heavy blue jacket with a big yellow S on the front. Wearing the band hat with the big gold plume on top and the shiny painful shoes. Giving my all for the Broncos.

In July of 2014, I attended the parade again, this time as a spectator in shorts. And there, on a buckboard up front, was a guy in a big white cowboy hat and shades. Chuck was waving to the folks with vigor and a big grin.

Unfortunately, they had lost the Grand Marshal sign, so his identity remained a mystery to those in attendance. Still, he was in front of the Shriners and the Rodeo Girls, so he will always have that.

I picked him up afterward at his book signing at Sheridan Stationery. We grabbed his better half, L. Box, and they followed me 20 miles southeast, out to my mom's place on Piney Creek. Tumbling out of the Bighorn Mountains, the creek bisects the ranch before turning north and eventually emptying into the Powder River and then the Missouri. It is a cut bank trout stream that meanders through a valley of hayfields and rounded foothills that frame the high peaks. I have a small barn that sits on the banks of the creek, and there I presented a fine box lunch: three sandwiches from Jimmy John's in Sheridan. "You guys take your pick, I'm happy with whatever is left." The wrappers made good plates, and there was Diet Coke or water to drink. Chuck and Laurie politely admired their lunch. Then we ate and the time came to go wet a line. Chuck disappeared behind his car and came forth several minutes later.

Holy s**t. He had the pants. The shirts with all the pockets. The net, the neck lanyards, and the hat. He was fully locked and loaded. Piney Creek trout, beware; this is a man who knows his business.

I confess that I was nervous. I have fished this creek for the last 49 years, but mostly with spinners. Truth be told, my fly fishing skills are rudimentary at best. And though I am a publisher by trade, I still have that sense of awe and reverence for authors and what they do. It started back with the Hardy Boys and has never really left me.

Chuck and I walk through waist-high grass. He comments that there are no bugs. Just as I am about to say that we have few mosquitoes on the creek and isn't that great, I realize he is concerned about the lack of any hatch for the fish. Without seeing the hatch, he cannot choose the correct fly. He has boxes of them, dozens to choose from, and if he can find insects near the creek, he can match them and thus entice the fish. I, on the other hand, have three large flies made to look like minnows. They are wet flies that take less skill than Chuck's dry flies. I remember their name, only because it is hard to forget: wooly buggers, but I really think of them as the black one, the white one and the brown one.

And so we set forth on the creek, he armed with gear, experience and skill and I armed with knowledge of the creek and the generations of fish who live there. Chuck claims to fish fast, and we set out to hopscotch each other up the creek. The day is breezy and I am having lots of trouble putting my fly where I want it. This leads to awkward casts and means my right ear is in constant danger. Remarkably, I discover that I have little urge to catch fish. The point is to catch enough to appear competent, but the joy will come from sharing this time and place with Chuck.

The Piney Creek valley is at its best today, lush before the dry heat of summer. The air is not hot, but not cool either and there is no humidity. Lots of winter snow still cloaks the high peaks, and the sky is vastly blue with sharply defined clouds. The air smells of sage, and mixes with wild mint whenever you walk through it. The creek itself has been dropping all week from the spring runoff. Today it is remarkably clear and still cold, with none of the weed and moss that will grow in over the coming months.

Chuck and I fish from hole to hole. I save the best spots for him. Though he claims to fish fast, I drag him from spot to spot. He seems to want to stay at every riffle and pool; there are fish and he wants to catch them. And he catches plenty. The fish can be big here, but on this day they are mostly small. This gives me a pang of disappointment but seems to have no effect on Chuck at all.

Soon it is over. We walk back to the barn, Chuck raving about the creek, the fish, the place; me full of pride and enthusiasm. He puts his equipment away, and Laurie takes a quick photo to remember the great event. We agree to do it again soon, next time maybe at his place. Goodbye Laurie, goodbye Chuck, and his small black SUV disappears across the hayfield trailing a cloud of red shale dust. Sitting on the back deck overlooking the creek, I think about the Boxes, and why I like them. I recall a single moment:

We are at a wide part of the creek with a small riffle that extends almost to the opposite bank. And just there lies a small shallow pool. He stands in the middle, only knee deep. The wind has died down some, and the sun sparkles on the water. On the back cast his line snakes to the shore where I am watching unseen. His timing is perfect, and as the line flattens his arm comes forward, and now the line rolls out across the creek and the fly floats down into the exact right position. Nothing. Chuck pulls his rod back smoothly and repeats the motion. Another perfect cast and again nothing. As he splashes toward me his expression is still focused, and he mutters, "Those casts were perfect." But then his face breaks into a huge grin. His eyes are dancing and he looks for all the world like a young boy full of wonder. He sees me then, and the look doesn't change, not even a little.

Travelers' Tales Guides: French Like Moi: A Midwesterner in Paris by Scott Dominic Carpenter

Book Review


Maud's Line

by Margaret Verble

Early in the 20th century, the U.S. government assigned plots of land to American Indians displaced by Oklahoma's statehood. Maud Nail's day-to-day life on her family's allotment is consumed by guns, dirt and chickens. She cares for her men--a dangerous, unruly father, aptly named Mustard, and Lovely, her sensitive, thin-skinned brother--as well as the extended family whose allotments neighbor hers. They recently survived the flood of 1926-27 that covered Oklahoma and much of the Midwest, but the difficulties don't stop there. Margaret Verble's first novel, Maud's Line, details the year in which Maud makes several decisions that will affect the rest of her life.

In her unadorned style, below the violence and hardship on the surface of Maud's life, Verble crafts a story filled with nuance and quiet conflict. She exhibits a talent for characterization: each individual is carefully and distinctly fashioned, so that Lovely's girlfriend and the members of Maud's extended family, for example, shine brightly in even the briefest of appearances. Maud herself is finely wrought, caught between the values she's been raised with--and the people she loves--and a hope for a different life, one with electricity and hygiene in place of dust and blood. One of the greatest strengths of Verble's novel, set on her family's land allotment, is the delicate interior conflicts produced by Maud's deceptively simple life. Propelled by its own momentum, Maud's Line pulls the reader along until, amid daily privations and small tragedies, Maud has the chance for the first time to choose for herself what her future will hold. --Julia Jenkins, librarian and blogger at pagesofjulia

Discover: A young American Indian woman's existential questions and daily life on an Oklahoma farm.

Houghton Mifflin, $23, hardcover, 9780544470194

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The Invaders

by Karolina Waclawiak

Sometimes prison looks like a jail cell, and sometimes it looks like a million dollar beach home. For The Invaders' Cheryl, a 40-something housewife, and Teddy, her 20-something stepson, it looks like the fictional Little Neck Cove, Conn., where community tension over an influx of lower-class outsiders comes to a head during one ill-fated summer. In Believer editor Karolina Waclawiak's darkly humorous, incisive second novel, the lines in the sand define these characters' lives until the privileged few of the beachside hamlet begin to lose their country club decorum.

The chief charm of The Invaders is its wickedness, which seeps into major elements and minute details alike. The novel skewers the ensconced, incestuous community from beginning to end, name-dropping bloodlines (the local bike-riding drunk descends from President Hoover), name brands (Cheryl met her philandering husband when she worked at a Ralph Lauren outlet) and the benzodiazepines on which both Cheryl and Teddy rely. Theirs is an empty world, measured in parties everyone dreads and bodies that fail them with every new wrinkle or atrophied muscle. Why, then, are they so compelled to stay and fight?

Waclawiak (How to Get into the Twin Palms) answers this question by way of rebellion. Faced with the privatization of local beaches and the loss of Little Neck's easy charm, Cheryl and Teddy stand their shifting ground in the face of a storm both literal and metaphorical. In the midst of invasion, these two may not manage a victory, but their fight makes for a keen, transfixing read. --Linnie Greene, freelance writer

Discover: An incisive skewering of a privileged beachside community facing an "invasion" of lower-class outsiders.

Regan Arts, $25.95, hardcover, 9781941393291

Incorgnito Publishing Press: All the Good Little Girls Keep Quiet by K Kibbee

Mystery & Thriller

So Nude, So Dead

by Ed McBain

In 1952, a young author published his first crime novel, The Evil Sleep!, under the name of Evan Hunter (which he then legally adopted). In 1956, he published it again as So Nude, So Dead using the name Richard Marsten. Such was the world of the pulps in the '50s. In 1986, when the Mystery Writers of America honored him as a Grand Master, readers knew him as Ed McBain, author of the 87th Precinct series. In this first novel, McBain was searching for his voice. As his maiden flight into crime fiction, the book doesn't soar but it does rise with punchy dialogue and a fast pace.

Ray Stone, a young man addicted to heroin, awakes in a seedy New York City hotel bed next to a beautiful naked woman. He notices two small bullet holes in her navel and a "dried river of red across the flatness of her stomach" that runs onto the sheet. Frantic and desperate for a hit, he grabs his now-empty wallet, wondering where his 16 ounces of pure heroin went.

Ray was once a pianist with a future but now he's on the run for a murder he didn't commit. McBain tells the story as if he's looking down at Ray scurrying about furiously trying to find his stuff. The roadblocks are all in place: mobsters, drug pushers, the cops, beautiful women and his addiction. It's a treat for fans to watch a young writer learning the craft he will soon come to master. --Tom Lavoie, former publisher

Discover: Ed McBain's very first novel is a story of addiction, murder and a kind of redemption.

Hard Case Crime, $9.95, paperback, 9781781166062

Seal Press: Sometimes You Have to Lie: The Life and Times of Louise Fitzhugh, Renegade Author of Harriet the Spy by Leslie Brody

Food & Wine

Good and Cheap: Eat Well on $4/Day

by Leanne Brown

Everything about Good and Cheap: Eat Well on $4/Day is admirable: its mission, the buy-one-donate-one marketing plan and, of course, the recipes.

Leanne Brown's New York University master's capstone project-turned-cookbook was driven by her commitment to offer advice and recipes to those living on a SNAP (Supplemental Nutritional Assistance Program, i.e., food stamps) budget of $4 a day. But anyone hungry for an easy, nutritious diet will find Good and Cheap a go-to cookbook. Another benefit of buying the book: for every one sold, a copy will be donated to a person in need, thanks to Brown's successful Kickstarter campaign.

"More than a book of recipes, this is a book of ideas." Brown introduces a novice cook to equipment, pantry basics and versatile spices, with advice on shopping for maximum value and freshness. And for an experienced cook, or one in a rut, her creative recipes are a welcome revitalized approach. Bored with breakfast? Try one of Brown's seven ways to jazz up oatmeal, for example.

Brown is not "slavish to the bottom line." She cooks with butter and suggests buying expensive eggs, both worth it for their flavor. While there is an emphasis on fruits and vegetables, this is not a vegetarian cookbook. Brown avoids meat, but doesn't eliminate it; she includes Half-Veggie Burgers, combining ground meat and lentils.

Each recipe has a price-per-serving notation. "Leftovers" champions the creative repurposing of remainders from the book's recipes, and sidebars offer friendly tips that encourage the cook to be confident and "conjure deliciousness in any kitchen, anytime." --Cheryl Krocker McKeon, manager, Book Passage, San Francisco

Discover: A cookbook with inexpensive and nutritious recipes, designed for those limited to shopping on $4 a day but with appeal to any cook.

Workman, $16.95, paperback, 9780761184997

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Biography & Memoir

The Speechwriter: A Brief Education in Politics

by Barton Swaim

Mention the name of former South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford and there's at least a fair chance the response will be, "hiking the Appalachian Trail," a reference to the feeble story his aides offered to cover up Sanford's secret trip to Argentina to visit his mistress in June 2009. Barton Swaim's memoir of the nearly four years he spent as one of Sanford's beleaguered speechwriters during that time is a candid, witty look inside the world of high-stakes politics. 

Like his predecessors, Swaim's early success with Sanford was followed almost immediately by the discovery that his boss was a petty tyrant when it came to the demands he placed on his overworked and underpaid staff. As miserable as Swaim was in his futile effort to craft eloquent words for a man who had "no knowledge of your personhood," and for all his bitterness over the mistreatment he endured, Swaim is a wounded idealist, not a cynic. "He was everything a politician should be--a politician in the best sense of that word, if it has a best sense," he writes of Sanford in the book's concluding chapter.

The account of Sanford's romantic misadventure is entitled "The Fall." That title doesn't refer to a season of the year, but instead to the way Sanford immolated his political prospects, at a time when hints were being dropped about a possible place on a Republican national ticket.

In 2013, Mark Sanford overcame his embarrassment to win re-election to his old seat in Congress. When he went about selecting his Washington staff, it's doubtful he considered hiring Barton Swaim. That's Sanford's loss. --Harvey Freedenberg, attorney and freelance reviewer

Discover: A humorous and sobering glimpse inside the modern political crucible.

Simon & Schuster, $25, hardcover, 9781476769929

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Wondering Who You Are: A Memoir

by Sonya Lea

When Sonya Lea's husband, Richard, had surgery to treat his rare appendiceal cancer, they knew there were risks. But they had not considered that Richard would wake up with no memory of his 23 years of marriage and two young adult children, or of his own personality and past. Sonya considers their shared history and difficult recovery in her memoir, Wondering Who You Are.

The details of Richard's medical story are inarguably painful but often sweet. Sonya's changed husband is empathetic, guileless and highly motivated to learn. Alternating chapters cover the trauma of his surgery and aftermath, and the story of their teenage romance and decades of marriage, until the timelines merge into one: Sonya's quest for the husband she lost and her eventual acceptance of the one she's found. This powerful, gut-wrenching narrative negotiates spirituality, hope and despair, sexual experimentation and a dedicated caregiver's tireless research and advocacy. Sonya and Richard's family story wanders geographically as well, from Kentucky to Ontario, Banff, Memphis, Seattle, California, France, India and more. Through assorted, arduous adventures, they learn again to rely on one another, to persist and to accept.

Sonya Lea is a fascinating narrator, by turns vulnerable and fierce, patient and maddened, always devoted. Her writing is contemplative and lovely, and contains just enough scientific detail. The result is a lyrical, intensely candid meditation on memory, identity and the stories we create for ourselves--and a love letter to both the new and old versions of Richard. --Julia Jenkins, librarian and blogger at pagesofjulia

Discover: A woman's thoughtful account of life after her husband's traumatic brain injury.

Tin House Books, $15.95, paperback, 9781941040072

Good Harbor Press: The Taste of Snow by Stephen V Masse

The Pawnbroker's Daughter: A Memoir

by Maxine Kumin

Author of five novels, eight prose collections and 18 books of poetry, including the Pulitzer Prize-winning Up Country, Maxine Kumin (1925-2014) explains how she became a feminist and poet in her short but succinct memoir, The Pawnbroker's Daughter. Her father, a Russian Jew, owned the largest pawnshop in Philadelphia in the 1930s and advertised his business on the free matchbooks given out with the sale of cigarette packs. Her mother was a proud German Jew, embarrassed by her husband's profession, and Kumin learned to tell people her father was a "broker" or "merchant," knowing the word would probably be interpreted as "stockbroker."

While at Radcliffe College during World War II, she met her future husband, Victor, on a blind date; a soldier/scientist, he was sent to Los Alamos to work on the top-secret development of the atomic bomb. Once the war was over, the couple bought a small farm in New Hampshire, and Kumin's poetry career took off. She tells of life on the farm, and shows how its elements worked their way into the many volumes that she produced.

It is through her poetry that her brilliance shines and makes this memoir so worthy. She shows how her childhood and loves influenced her, but her thoughts on being an adult who lived and worked the land and witnessed the good and evil in the world as it unfolded around her are most memorable. Often readers wonder what inspires a poet to write the way she does; readers of The Pawnbroker's Daughter will see firsthand what made Maxine Kumin tick. --Lee E. Cart, freelance writer and book reviewer

Discover: Maxine Kumin tells about her life and how it influenced her writing.

W.W. Norton, $25.95, hardcover, 9780393246339


Dark Places of the Earth: The Voyage of the Slave Ship Antelope

by Jonathan M. Bryant

Thanks to Steven Spielberg's movie Amistad, many today are familiar with this aspect of early America's slave trade; John Quincy Adams's argument before the Supreme Court freed the slaves of the Amistad. However, there was an earlier case dealing with a slave ship that helped decide the Amistad case. Jonathan M. Bryant's Dark Places of the Earth is about that case, "one of the most dramatic, important, and unjustly forgotten stories from slavery's traffic history."

In 1820, the Spanish ship Antelope, carrying nearly 300 African slaves--many of them children and teenagers--was seized by the U.S. Revenue Cutter Service near Florida. Slavery was legal in much of the United States, but the Atlantic slave trade was not. Courts would need to determine if these Africans were slaves and, if they were, to whom they belonged.

Bryant (How Curious a Land) traces the history of the ship as it changed hands many times. He then recounts the slaves' experiences in Savannah, Ga., as courts took up their plight while some began dying from plantation work and disease. He meticulously unwinds the years-long, complex legal history that finally led to the case being heard by the six justices of John Marshall's Supreme Court, four of whom were slave owners. Arguing for the slaves' freedom was Francis Scott Key, a great lawyer and superb speaker; the courtroom battle took five days. From the West African shores to Georgia, Washington, D.C., and, finally Liberia, Bryant's riveting history of this case and these slaves is a remarkable one. --Tom Lavoie, former publisher

Discover: An absorbing story of one ship involved in the American slave trade.

Liveright, $28.95, hardcover, 9780871406750

Business & Economics

The Achievement Habit: Stop Wishing, Start Doing, and Take Command of Your Life

by Bernard Roth

Rarely can the audience for a book be accurately described as "everyone, at every age and stage of life"--but this is true for The Achievement Habit by Bernard Roth (professor of engineering and the co-founder and academic director of Stanford University's design school). Having taught for 52 years, Roth is a gifted instructor sharing what he has learned about how to create a life with meaning. His primary recommendation is to stop trying (which requires force) and instead take action (which is empowering). Roth then provides concrete examples and exercises for accomplishing any goal in any area of life.

In the spirit of Stanford's, Roth challenges readers' assumptions in order to reveal hidden possibilities. He believes that achievement "can be learned. It is a muscle, and once you learn to flex it, there's no end to what you can accomplish in life." He encourages readers to escape limiting excuses and become "doers" by changing our language (moving from "but" to "and"), building resiliency (by reframing setbacks), focusing on the present moment, collaborating with others and learning from personal experiences. He recommends continually asking the questions "Who am I?" "What do I want?" and "What is my purpose?" and allowing the answers (which will change over time) to dictate our intention and then attention. By reframing problems into opportunities for growth, he believes true success is inevitable. While many of these ideas are not new, Roth's method for achieving them is fresh and applicable for all ages. --Kristen Galles from Book Club Classics

Discover: How to create a fulfilling life through action, intention and attention.

HarperBusiness, $27.99, hardcover, 9780062356109


All Dogs Go to Kevin: Everything Three Dogs Taught Me (That I Didn't Learn in Veterinary School)

by Jessica Vogelsang

Dr. Jessica Vogelsang's memoir begins with a dedication, "To the misfits, the miscreants... and socially inept, and the dogs who love them" and ends with a promise, "I can honor [my dogs] by striving just a little more to live like they did: with joy, unabashed and open, reminding myself and others that our flaws do not make us less, but ever more worthy of being loved just the way we are."

The opening scene introduces the titular Kevin, a dear friend of the author from college who has recently died at the age of 40. The memoir then flashes back 30 years and is organized into three parts according to the family dog at the time: Vogelsang's childhood Lhasa apso, Taffy ("one of those sweet fuzzy faces people found irresistible--and the temperament of a senior with a bad prostate"), the first retriever welcomed into her adult life, Emmett (who "seemed to view himself as a Dickensian ragamuffin, a street urchin who needed to rely on his street smarts for survival"), and the Lab, Kekoa ("She lived in a constant state of extreme remorse, when she was perfectly content"). Each dog provides quiet wisdom and support as Dr. Vogelsang navigates the trials of adolescence, the challenges of vet school, the angst of postpartum depression and eventually the loss of Kevin (comforted by the thought that all of her past dogs are in the same place as her friend). The many humorous stories of Dr. Vogelsang's patients and their guardians ensure that laughs far outweigh the tears. --Kristen Galles from Book Club Classics

Discover: Dr. Jessica Vogelsang's appreciation of dogs for being beaming, happy balls of energy intent on living in the present.

Grand Central, $26, hardcover, 9781455554935

Children's & Young Adult

What Pet Should I Get?

by Dr. Seuss

The siblings from One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish return for a triumphant trip to the pet store in this newly discovered manuscript from the treasure troves of Dr. Seuss.

Instead of fish that have "a little star" or fish that drive "a little car," the denizens of the pet store that the boy narrator and his sister Kay visit include more realistic offerings: "a fine dog who shook hands," a cat that Kay pats, and a pup and kitten. Seuss goes to town with the phrase "Make up your mind," which appears on banners held by fantastical creatures with long necks, wings, hoofs and horns. After all, Dad will let them choose only one. "Oh, boy!/ It is something/ to make a mind up," writes Seuss. A palette of lemon yellow for the siblings' sweaters and teal planes of color that call to mind The Cat in the Hat's backdrops unite this addition with Seuss's previous works. Not to mention his signature rhyme scheme and scan--"It may be a fish/ is the pet that we wish!"-- and the riff on "But how could I make up/ that mind in my head?" Some more exotic pets make the choices even harder and link the themes back to the outrageous creatures of One Fish, Two Fish.

Seuss ends on a high note (" 'I will do it right now./ I will do it!' I said./ 'I will make up the mind/ that is up in my head' ") and lets readers decide what the children purchased at the pet store. --Jennifer M. Brown, children's editor, Shelf Awareness

Discover: A long-lost manuscript by Dr. Seuss stars the sibling duo from One Fish, Two Fish.

Random House, $17.99, hardcover, 48p., ages 3-7, 9780553524260

Birdie's First Day of School

by Sujean Rim, illus. by Sujean Rim

Birdie expresses all the worries that can accompany the prospect of starting school, and shows how to get through them in this warmhearted picture book.

The heroine always knows what to wear. But the night before school starts, Birdie can't sleep. In the morning, she can't decide what to wear. And Monster, her little white dog, doesn't help. Sujean Rim uses her watercolors, colored pencils and collage to create clothes and accessories combinations to make a Vogue editor envious. But even after choosing "just the right outfit," Birdie's not confident that she's "really ready for school." She reviews the good and bad things she's heard about it and confesses to Mommy that she's scared. Her mother reassures Birdie, fastening a necklace with a heart locket around her daughter's neck and telling Birdie that "No matter where you are, no matter where you go, Monster and I are always right here." Rim's collage artwork depicts a "beautiful" and orderly classroom where "everything had its place--even Birdie!" She has a cubbie with her name on it and a kind teacher named Mr. Bobbins. Rim takes readers through Birdie's day, and helps preview what youngsters can expect (including a "delicious" lunch). Afterward, Birdie tells Mommy and Monster all about her day.

Rim portrays a close-knit mother-daughter relationship that also allows room for Birdie to strike out on her own. The heroine evinces a healthy independence while also reassuring novice students that it's okay to miss their parents and that they'll still be there when school is over. --Jennifer M. Brown, children's editor, Shelf Awareness

Discover: Birdie takes youngsters through her first school day in style.

Little, Brown, $17, hardcover, 40p., ages 3-6, 9780316407458

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