Sometimes I mention that I’m reading a book not yet in print, and that I’ll tell you when it’s available. That’s the case with Growing Up Meathead by James B. Zimmerman. See under “Also” for more about this thoughtful not-just-for-kids book.
For those of you unfamiliar with this column, the Friday Fragments lists what I’ve read over the past week. Most of the time I don’t include details of either short fiction (unless part of a book-length collection) or magazines. The Fragments are not meant to be a recommendation list. If you’re interested in a not-at-all-inclusive recommendation list, you can look on my website under Neat Stuff.
Once again, this is not a book review column. It’s just a list with, maybe, a bit of description or a few opinions tossed in.
Recently Completed:
Trickster’s Queen by Tamora Pierce. Audiobook. Sequel to Trickster’s Choice. Not a lightweight read, despite an overload of cute monsters. I cried several times…
Unnatural Death by Dorothy L. Sayers. Also published as The Dawson Pedigree.
In Progress:
The Tyrant’s Tomb by Rick Riordan. Audiobook. Trials of Apollo, four.
The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club by Dorothy L. Sayers. As with her prior novel, a story in which timing is a key element.
Also:
Growing Up Meathead is a series of interconnected short stories based on the author’s own experiences as a boy figuring out what sort of person he wants to be. “Meathead” is a well-earned nickname because, if there’s a dumb choice to make, Jimmy will make it.
Jimmy’s not a bad kid, a mad kid, nor is this one of those “problem” books that turned me off to so much in the “kids’ book” category, since every kid seemed to be dealing with Big Issues like drug abuse, gangs, or sexual abuse. This is a book about being a kid: about dealing with peer pressure, about having a logic system with priorities completely alien to an adult mind.
The illustrations are by the author and, as the cover shows, don’t glamorize either Jimmy nor his life. A bonus for me was that Jimmy is growing up in the same part of Maryland where I spent my summers! (No, I didn’t know him then.)