On Tuesday, May 1, at 7 p.m. the Steads will be at Anderson’s Bookshop’s Two Doors East location in Naperville to talk about past works and upcoming projects as well as to sign some books. For more information about this visit, please click here.

They will also be signing books on both Tuesday, May 1, at 11 a.m. in the Macmillan booth at the IRA convention which will be happening in McCormick Place and on Wednesday, May 2, at 9 a.m. in the Anderson’s Bookshop booth.

Also on May 2, Erin will be speaking with other authors about their respective work. This program begins at 2 p.m. and is also in McCormick Place. For more information about these events, click here.

Please join them if you can!

Sincerely,
Nicole (Studio Assistant)

If you’re in the Washington DC area, I will be at Politics and Prose on February 23 at 10:30 a.m. For more information, please follow this link.

If you live near New York City, I will be at Bank Street Bookstore on February 25 at 1 p.m. For more information about this visit, please click here.

At both of these events, I’ll be talking about And Then It’s Spring which hit shelves earlier this week. Please come visit if you can!

Hello all,

I’m not going to take too much of your time here because Phil wrote much of what I would say below anyhow. Tomorrow marks a year for me since the Caldecott was announced and while I am working on a blog post that merely scratches the surface of all that, I am happy to post our favorite books of the year. This year was by far the busiest year I have ever had, and therefore I was not able to see and read all of the books I would have liked to. But this list is a celebration of the books we’ve seen and loved. Believe me, there are many missing. But these books have stuck with us this year and made us want to work harder or fall in love with books all over again. Enjoy.

From the Desks of Philip and Erin Stead:

Hello Friends,

This is Phil writing. Every year for the last three years Erin and I have compiled a list of our favorite books of the year. The internet is overflowing with best-of lists and worst-of lists and everything in between. We don’t claim that the books on our list are the absolute “best-ofs” of 2012. To be honest I’m not sure if it’s possible, or even productive, to limit books in that way. Books mean different things to different people. One book can mean drastically different things to the same person across the span of a lifetime. This does not diminish the power of books. It adds to their mystery. In assembling our list we’re merely trying to share the books that meant something special to us at this point in our lives. These are books that challenged us to be better writers and illustrators. There are hundreds of fantastic books that are released every year, many of which go unnoticed (including by us). That is the fault of chance or of Erin and I directly, not of the books themselves. Some books we failed to see. Some books we were not ready to see.

We make this post every year, in part, to add to the dwindling level of positivity and friendliness that exists on the internet. The internet has made us mean. It has made us bullies. For whatever reason it encourages our lesser angels to stand up tall and announce to the world: I AM ME AND I AM LOUDER AND SMARTER THAN YOU.

Believe me, nothing is sacred anymore. Consider this object lesson. Last summer I visited the website of my local newspaper. I clicked on a seemingly innocuous link:

Huron River calmer in weeks since spring storms, but flow still above average

Nothing glamorous. Just a little update on the local environment. Against my better judgment I scrolled to the comments section of the post. I’ve learned not to read the comments on news articles. Nothing good happens in that world.  A complete stranger can ruin my day in a heartbeat. But surely an article about the water levels of the Huron River would be above reproach? 

Shepard145

At 9:14 AM on June 22, 2011

People actually waste time measuring the flow of this drainage ditch of a river? LOL

Drainage ditch? Um, okay. Here is how I would describe the Huron. It’s a 130 mile long meandering river that invites you to slow down, wade in, walk its trails, canoe its ponds, fetch your binoculars and quietly watch for the hundreds of birds that call it home—Great Egrets, Snow Buntings, and Blue-winged Warblers to name a few. The Huron River encourages me to stand very still for a moment to better hear a birdsong. But even if I flinch I will be rewarded— a heron unfurls its massive prehistoric wings, breaking from the calm water, sending ripples from the point of takeoff slowly, slowly, slowly to the bank where I stand, reminding me that the heron and I are connected in some small way because we share this place, the Huron River.

Once while walking the trails along the Huron River I found a snapping turtle that must’ve weighed 70 pounds. Actually my dog, Wednesday, found it. She barked and barked as the turtle, not out of concern, but out of a desire to be left alone, slipped underwater and disappeared. I told everyone I saw that day (and for a week afterward) about the biggest turtle I ever saw.

The Huron River makes every day of my life better. Last week, out on my morning walk, I stopped to watch the ducks. One duck in particular was playing a game. He’d dive from a block of floating ice into the cold water, disappear for a moment, then climb back up and do it again. He did this for ten whole minutes. Clearly he was enjoying himself. He reminded me of the kids who at that same spot near Argo Dam every summer leap from the train trestle thirty feet overhead into the water below. They disappear for a moment then swim to shore, climb back up and do it again. I think they’re crazy. But also I can’t help but be infected with a little bit of their enthusiasm for life. The Huron River brings joy to me and to Erin and to Wednesday. It brings joy to kids and ducks alike who can’t help but hurl themselves into it. I would call the Huron River a lot of things. But whatever, I guess we can settle on “drainage ditch”.

I hope that this post encourages those who read it to find a great book and share it with someone—a simple act, but an important one. Afterward, maybe reward yourself with a quiet walk along the river, content in knowing that you added to the sum total of goodness in the world.

So without further ado we bring you the 2012 Phildecott Award winners.

Hopper and Wilson, Maria van Leishout

This was my (Phil’s) absolute favorite book of the year. I love this book. Erin and I taught a writing workshop this year as a fundraiser for 826 Michigan. We made sure to read this book aloud to a room of adults as an example of how to write a beautiful book.

Melvin and the Boy, Lauren Castillo

Speaking of that 826 workshop, this is another book we gladly brought along as a lesson in wonderful bookmaking. This quiet, unassuming picture book is a masterpiece that could easily go unnoticed. The writing and illustrations work together so perfectly, so seamlessly that those of us writers and illustrators that have ever struggled to bring a book into existence cannot help but marvel at the apparent ease with which Ms. Castillo brings us this gem.

A House in the Woods, Inga Moore

Erin fell in love with this book instantly. She showed it to me and I fell right behind her. Some books are destined to be pulled off the shelf over and over again when we feel stuck. This is one of those books.

Stuck, Oliver Jeffers

Did someone say “stuck”? We gave this book (among others) to our niece and nephews for Christmas. Books can sometimes get lost in the battery-operated-robot excitement of Christmas morning. But once the batteries have run out those books start to look pretty interesting. I was really happy the other day when my sister called to let me know that all three kids have gone crazy for Stuck. Seriously crazy. Wild screaming, laughing, jumping up and down crazy. And how could you not? Expertly illustrated. Expertly written. Funny is not easy, but Stuck pulls it off with ease. As does our next book…

A Place to Call Home, by Alexis Deacon, illustrated by Vivianne Schwartz

Quite honestly, one of the funniest picture books of the year. Nay, one of the funniest ever. To quote the illustrator’s website: An epic picture book about a brave band of brothers, lost and looking for a new home. Will they find it, across the sea, the mountains, the desert, through endless labyrinths and beyond the edge of the world where strange beasts are lurking? And will they stay together? And how will they know where they are going if they are all wearing protective helmets?

The Artist Who Painted a Blue Horse, Eric Carle

Erin and I came across this book in a unique way. We were driving back to Michigan after attending the Rhode Island Children’s Book Festival. Along the way we took a little detour to visit the Eric Carle Museum of Picture Book Art. On display were original illustrations from The Artist Who Painted a Blue Horse. Just fantastic. This book is a shot in the arm to any artist, of any age, who has ever felt creatively blocked. This book just makes you want to go make something. And that is a good thing.

Duck, Death, and the Tulip, by Wolf Erlbruch

This is an unusual book, and tough to sum up. Give this book a chance and I guarantee it will affect you in some way. In our desire to make every book mean everything to everyone we can forget that some books will have a smaller audience, and that’s okay. This book will mean a lot to someone who needs it at the exact moment it falls into their lap. And shouldn’t we celebrate that?

George Flies South, Simon James

Just a great story that’s near impossible not to love instantly. The illustrations call to mind the best work of Quentin Blake, but with an added softness that perfectly suits the narrative.

My Name is Elizabeth!, Annika Dunklee, illustrated by Matthew Forsythe

I made a horrible mistake by not buying this book the moment I saw it. For some reason I was feeling frugal that day. That was months ago and the book is still rattling around in my head. Frugality is not always a virtue. My New Year’s resolution: Be less frugal. And go buy My Name is Elizabeth.

Stop Snoring, Bernard!, Zacharia OHora

Just a nice, simple book, lovingly made. This book is primarily responsible for the cameo appearance of giraffes in a picture book that I’m working on right now in the studio. There are few animals more fun to draw than a giraffe. Yet they so rarely appear in picture books. Why? Perhaps we’ll never know.

Conference of the Birds, Peter Sís

This book is not technically categorized as a children’s picture book. However, this book defies any kind of categorization. It is a stand-alone work of art. Some adults will love it. Some children will love it too. Hold it in your hands and you can sense that you are holding something Important. Important with a capital “I”.

Well that concludes this year’s Phildecott Awards. Surely there are books that we’ve forgotten or overlooked. Likely, next week we’ll stumble on something great and shout Oh, man, how did we miss this?! 

Which brings us to this year’s Steadbery Awards…

We are absolutely positive that we missed loads of great potential Steadbery winners this year. This was the busiest year of our professional lives and we couldn’t help but get a little behind on our reading. With that disclaimer I would like to present to you the works of writing that really stood out to us, and most challenged us to be better at what we do.

And the 2012 Steadbery Awards go to:

Inside Out & Back Again, by Thanha Lai

This was one of the first books I read this year and I knew instantly that it would be on this list. I read the entire book in one sitting on a train from D.C. to New York. I finished it, turned to Erin and said: This book is perfect. It has no flaws. I am blown away by what she’s done here. Isn’t it great when that happens?

Where Things Comes Back, John Corey Whaley

This book is a true work of art in that, if you are open to it, upon reading it you will become a different person, seeing the world through slightly different eyes. Sometimes we need to remember that the primary mission and function of any work of art is to do just that. 

Dead End in Norvelt, Jack Gantos

Gantos has a knack for creating worlds and characters so slightly-strange and compelling that you end up feeling a little sad when the book is done and you have to say goodbye.

The Lying Carpet, David Lucas

Erin and I are David Lucas fans plain and simple. This book was not easy to track down. Thank goodness for local independent stores that will go to the ends of the earth to make their customers happy and well-read (I’m looking at you Nicola’s Books). This book will be unlike anything else you’ve read in a long, long time. Don’t be afraid to do something nice for yourself and ask your local bookseller to help find you a copy.

We Need A Horse, Sheila Heti, illustrated by Clare Rojas This is probably a good time to officially thank our local bookstore, Nicola’s Books. We would have missed so many of these books without their help. Having true booksellers in your community—people who know their customers and know what books they will love—is an amazing gift. Some books find a wide audience on their own. But others need help. They need to be handed from one person to another. They need to be shown face out on a book display in a well-lit cozy environment like the children’s nook at Nicola’s Books. We Need a Horse, maybe the most beautifully written text of 2012, is a book that we would not have found without the help of Nicola and her staff. We Need a Horse is a perfect example of why We Need Great Bookstores.

Until Next Time, Happy Reading,

Phil (and Erin) Stead

Ducks on the ice, Barton Dam, Huron River, Ann Arbor

Phil, the pup, and I stopped and Niagara Falls on our way back to Michigan recently. We were in Rhode Island at a book festival and the dog happened to come along.

If you can’t tell, when we were at Niagara Falls, it was a very windy day.

More posts with art soon (a new book is coming out in February) but for now, a little announcement.

Phil and I (without the pup this time) will be speaking at Concordia University in Ann Arbor, Michigan tomorrow night (November 8th) from 7-8:30 pm. Please come by if you can.

Also, just a reminder that prints from Amos McGee are being sold with the help of an esteemed colleague of mine. You can see the options here.

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“Are you going to stay in Michigan?”

Buck up, locals. Despite some bad luck and a horrible February and March, this is a pretty good state. In my opinion, one of the best. I did not plan on happily living here. My big plan was to leave and most likely, never come back. But I love my town. And I really love my state.

This weekend was a good demonstration as to why, sometimes to my surprise, I love living here. At the very last minute, after some monumentally grumpy weeks on my part, Phil and I and two of our friends (another married couple from our high school) ran up to the Sleeping Bear Dunes area.

I am a very buttoned up, uptight person. Me and my inhibitions are very close. There is something about it up there that makes me very relaxed. The nature is very friendly (see also: 200 foot piles of sand and adjacent pine forests). My friends, Philip, and I went to an apple orchard where they grow antique apples. I love food and I feel pretty confident in my knowledge of produce, but I have never seen so many special breeds of apple. A very tiny example below…

And in case you were wondering what else was in this apple paradise, the farmer has a collection of pop bottles.

All in all, it was a very relaxing, inspiring weekend. So get out there Michiganders. It’s nice here. There are fall colors left to see.

Soon, I will show some pictures from my book that will come out in February. But for Now, there is very exciting news.

After some requests, some juggling, and a lot of help from a good friend, prints from Amos McGee are finally ready. With more help from my friend, there will be a link on this blog permanently…somewhere. For now, though, interested parties should follow this link!

All the information is at that link for the prints! Enjoy!

Hello! I have a lot of blog post drafts that I have half-started, then became intimidated by how much I could write, and so I just gave up. After ALA, I went on a few road trips and hung out in the barn as much as possible. And I am baking again! The pie on your left is evidence of that. Although I am inexplicably happy about the last busy months, I am also very happy to be home and baking. And starting another book.

So rather than try to sum up everything at once, I thought I would start small and talk a little bit about the present. I am in the beginning of a new book, which means I am walking around with a cloudy head. I live in a college town and today is the first football game of the year. It’s a wild week to live in Ann Arbor. The students move back in and the city construction workers dig up all the streets just to make sure the parents don’t visit too often. There are no more parking spots in town like there were over the summer and there are U-Haul vans everywhere. For the week the students return but don’t have the distraction of classes, their overall presence can seem overwhelming. But it doesn’t last very long. The truth is, I like the hustle and bustle of it. It marks fall’s return and gives me a little boost of energy in the studio.

The same is true about the first football game of the year. I will tell you something about myself. I am crazy for NCAA basketball. I’m a super fan and a season ticket holder for U of M basketball games. Every year I get a little worse. I also love baseball. The Detroit Tigers, to be specific. Phil and I listen to just about every game on the radio (most of the time while we work in the studio). Football has never sang to me. Living in this town though, it’s hard not to put on your letter sweater and join in the festivities. I like living in a town with so much rhythm.

Speaking of Ann Arbor, the Kerrytown Book Festival is next Sunday. Phil and I will be there signing at 1pm in the Children’s Tent. It should be a nice day so please stop by. For more information, click here. The night before the book festival is the Homegrown Festival in the same pavilion. I love this festival. It’s delicious. I recommend attending both.

A couple of comments recently asked me to post my acceptance speech. I’ll work on that. I’m not sure you can find it online since it was published in the Horn Book. I promise to post more about the Caldecott next– in pieces. For now, I leave you with an image of Lake Michigan. Phil and I have been there a few times this summer, but it never feels like enough.

I think I can finally say with confidence that it is spring in Ann Arbor. I do resent that I had to wait until the middle of May to type that, but at least it’s finally here. To celebrate, Phil and I recently went to the Matthaei Botanical Gardens.

I have been chained to my desk this month and the gardens was my release for an hour or so. I have been traveling, falling quite ill, and traveling some more. I am behind. So I’m working very hard on a book right now that is due very soon. Very soon.

Unfortunately, this means we’ll have to catch up on all that traveling some other time. All I can say is that everyone should win an award from librarians. It means you get to meet the nicest people and they don’t even mind if you’re shy.

Tomorrow, though, Phil and I will be at The Next Chapter Bookstore & Bistro in Northville, Michigan at 2pm for a signing and maybe a little question and answer session. Come by if you can! It will be a rainy afternoon! What better place could you possibly be in besides a bookstore?

After the signing, I will be going back to work. For now, though, let’s look at some more spring from the Botanical Gardens.

I am trying desperately to adjust to this new schedule, while also keeping some quiet time so I can make some art. My correspondence has been lacking, but I’m trying to do the best I can.

Philip and I have just returned from Madison, Wisconsin where he accepted a Charlotte Zolotow Honor for the writing of A Sick Day for Amos McGee. The winner of the award was Rukhsana Kahn for the writing of The Big Red Lollipop, who we had the pleasure of meeting and sharing a couple of meals with. Philip made a little speech, which was far better than the Caldecott acceptance speech I have been trying to write out. I was envious, but with love and pride as well.

We were hosted by the Cooperative Children’s Book Center. I’m not sure I’ve met a nicer, more dedicated group of people. They were incredibly generous towards Philip and I, and I hope we made a decent impression. It was obviously an interesting weekend to visit Madison and talk with teachers and librarians. To be honest, it was difficult to see such devoted people having to defend their jobs and positions.

A photo from our sunny, warm trip to Madison.

The kind people at the CCBC showed us the original manuscript for The Westing Game. It was a breathless moment. They were so generous with their time and it was great to just talk about books for a couple of hours.

Well, I am off to draw a little. I’d encourage anyone who loves books to order a copy of the CCBC Choices publication. It’s a great resource, and I think if I were a teacher or homeschooler, this would be an outstanding purchase.

Phil and I will be at Nicola’s Books tomorrow night (Tuesday), March 8th, at 6pm for a signing. If you’re in the area, please come by!

I’ve been doing quite a bit of research for my Caldecott speech (knowing full well I won’t use it and I’ll write something more personal). Luckily, I have a dear friend Oliver, who made a TED speech this past year that I can reference. He’s the youngest Design Editor in the history of National Geographic Magazine (and, if I may say, he bakes a darn good cookie whenever we visit). If you have a moment, watch it. He’s quite charming, but also makes an interesting argument.

It’s difficult to know how to begin this post. It’s been a couple of weeks and, although I do remember my own name now, not much else has settled in. On the other hand, I have a lot of people to write ballads for, but I suppose the beauty of a blog is that I can write multiple posts. The largest thank yous and the sincerest moments of humility still need to be expressed. But I want to to do them right. I hope their absence here can be excused for the time being.

So! Allow me to tell you a little about the week of Jan. 10th (January 10th was the day I received the phone call). Monday morning, Phil and I were getting a pretty slow start because we had worked late the night before. We had very glamourous plans to take the dog for a little walk and buy some milk. It’s winter, though, so it takes a while to get out the door with all of the hats and mittens and wool.

Then the phone rang.

And suddenly, we were in New York.

I’ve had to speak to some reporters who have asked me if this whole award was made sweeter since I won it with a book Phil wrote. I said yes, which is an understatement of gigantic proportions. But what not everyone knows is that I have an extended family at Roaring Brook Press. Without Neal Porter, editor, I wouldn’t be an illustrator. And he publishes many of my friends who I met working in a bookstore. Neal was asking me what I wanted to do for lunch the next day after flying in to the city. Phil and I said we wanted to do something very low key, so we went to the Chinese place around the corner from Neal’s apartment. But one of the nicest parts about having the extended family at Roaring Brook is that he invited my dear friend George (who I met working at a bookstore) to lunch as well. And actually, without George O’Connor, author/illustrator, I wouldn’t be an illustrator either.

That’s George. And me. Eating Chinese food.

The next day the publisher took me out to the Gramercy Tavern. At this point Phil had to fly back to Michigan early because of the impending Nor’easter. So I was alone, but I think I got through it okay. It was difficult not having him speak for me (sorry Phil). But! We ate at the Gramercy Tavern in a private little room.

Truly one of the most, if not the most, delicious meals of my life. From what I can remember. Which is not much. At this point, I was still dizzy from the week, nervous, and pretty overwhelmed. So I took the pictures to make sure this was really happening.

I think I’m going to have to continue this story in another post. So please stay tuned!

In the meantime Phil and I have some events scheduled. If you’re in the New York City area, we will be at the Powerhouse Arena Bookstore in Dumbo on February 12th from 4-5pm. For more information, please follow this link.

If you live in the Ann Arbor area, Nicola’s Books has generously offered to throw us a party! We will be there March 8th at 6pm. More details to follow!

There will be some more events planned and I’ll post them here.

A sincere thank you and apology to those who have written me emails and comments. I am desperately behind on emails but I’m working on it. And I might get some help.

That’s it for now! Back to work!

ps. I think traffic to this blog may have picked up a bit in the last couple of weeks and I might have more readers than just my father-in-law. Hello, new stoppers-by. I’m Erin. I love books and work very hard at being an illustrator. My husband is a writer and illustrator-Philip. Mostly, I try to keep up with the work he makes.

Sheesh.

I knew before this week that I had a nice family, good friends, and a pretty great publisher. But this week everyone so gracefully rose to this occasion. They covered beautifully for me and my shortcomings.

More on that later, but first—

I am so humbled to be sharing space with these two illustrators.

More soon! Thank you for the comments and apologies for this brief placeholder.

P.S. Three of my favorite frequent blog stops made some nice posts. Check them out! The first shows video of the announcements and shots of the crowd at 100 Scope Notes.

The second is the ever informative and fun to read Peter Sieruta at Collecting Children’s Books.

And the third is Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast who posted some celebratory posts, all of which are great. The book on the most recent post looks amazing.