Trapped in Time: Tales of a Fourth Grade Something by Deb Mia

You’re probably figuring out by now that fourth grade was quite an eventful year for me. Full of hope and angst. Drama. Which is exactly why Judy Blume wrote that all-time classic, Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. Tales of a Sixth Grade Nothing doesn’t quite work. Nor does Tales of a Third Grade Nothing. No, there is something timeless about fourth grade, and she so eloquently captures it in…

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My Life as a Spy by Deb Jennifer

Reading Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh turned me into a writer.  Eleven-year-old Harriet M. Welsch (the M her own invention), as you may or may not recall, wants to be a writer.  So to prepare for being a writer, she decides to become a spy.  She keeps a notebook full of observations of the world around her — brutally honest observations about her friends, people she sees on the…

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January 7 News Flash!

Oh, Canada! Deb Tish Cohen just sold Canadian rights to WILL THE REAL ZOE LAMA PLEASE STAND UP?, the sequel to The Invisible Rules of The Zoe Lama to HarperCollins Canada. Today Canada, Tomorrow the World! Grog Friends Giving It Up For The Debs! Seize a Daisy’s Larramie  will be featuring Mia King and her debut Good Things on her fabulous blog tomorrow! Do drop by. Good Things is the…

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Writing and Early Love by Debutante Eileen

Today I received my first book review. I’ve been really looking forward to seeing the reviews and dreading them at the same time. It is the nature of the book business that no matter how great your book might be- there will be people who love it and people who don’t.  It occurred to me that writing and publishing is a lot like young love. 1) When you are young you…

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And the Band Played On by Deb Mia

Fourth grade. Houston, Texas. E.O. Lovett Elementary School. There were two boys – Jonathan B. and Keith G. who were competing for my affections. Okay, maybe they weren’t competing exactly, seeing how they pretty much acted as if I didn’t exist (Boys! They’re so coy!), but I certainly thought about them enough to work myself into a frenzy. I could barely walk to the back of the room to sharpen…

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