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COVER REVEAL: You’ll Love the Paperback Version of “SHAKEN”

I am asked about book covers from time to time. People are generally curious about the author’s “say” in a cover. 

The answer varies from author to author, publisher to publisher. 

But first, this:

Making a cover is an art. An imprecise creative act. And in talking about these experiences honestly, I don’t mean to disparage anyone’s work. Everybody goes into it wanting to make a great cover. Or, if not great, at least a cover that fits the book. A cover that works.

If you are a big name author — someone who generates significant sales — you’ll will have clout in all regards. You’ll have, at the very least, serious input and veto power over any cover. The publisher wants you to be happy. They want to keep you in the fold.

However, if the author does not occupy that rare air (read: most of us), the publisher will have final word on the cover, which they take very seriously. They hold meetings. Explore options. Discuss covers with sales. Analyze marketing histories and receive input from booksellers. Some publishers even test covers and titles with focus groups. It’s a dificult, challenging, artistic in-house process. And usually after all that happens, after decisions have discussed and agonized over and finally made, that’s when the author will be brought into the process. Often that simply means: “This is the cover, hope you like it.”

After all, this is their business, their investment, their expertise. They want to sell the book (almost) as much as you do. 

I once read someone’s take on this — sorry, I forget who — which I’ve pretty much adopted: The cover is the publisher’s domain. Everything between the covers is the author’s. 

Since I’ve been directly involved in children’s publishing for 40 years, I’ve found it disappointing to be kept out of that creative process. I’ve seen some of my books get beautiful, effective covers. And others that I instantly knew had badly missed the mark. Covers that made little sense or were, in a word, unappealing. It’s a sinking feeling when I look at a cover that I know doesn’t work, because it typically spells doom for sales.

It happens. 

On a more subtle level, I believe that a cover signals to booksellers and reviewers (not just consumers) how a publisher views that particular title. Or where a book fits in the pecking order. There are budgets to consider, projected profit-and-loss statements to balance. A cover also, obviously, provides clues about what kind of story awaits inside. Sometimes for marketing purposes these clues are vague and even intentionally misleading. Sometimes we look at a cover and can’t wait to start reading. 

As a freelancer, I have another rule: Try not to be too very much of a pain in the neck. Nobody wants to hire the difficult writer. Life is full enough of headaches without actually paying for them. Moreover, my default is to genuinely honor and respect the different people involved, who are all doing their best. It’s a team effort and sometimes you’ve just got to step away and let those folks do their jobs. 

Which is to say: 

I love the new paperback cover to Shaken. It won’t be out until 2026, so you’ll need to wait, but for me this is a cover that I truly like. And that’s not always the case.

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“Listen Up, People!” I’m Interviewed on The “Kidlit Love” Podcast!

How much is too much Jimmy? I think we’re about to find out. Just STOMP THIS LINK and listen to as much as you can stand.

Wait, what?
I was asked by the effervescent Stephanie Affinito to participate in her Kidlit Love Podcast. Stephanie is a lot of amazing things — a professor, a podcaster, a yoga enthusiast, a notebook-hoarding fanatic, a mother, a sharer, a bookaholic, a woman on a mission — but what I most appreciate is that she’s a sensitive, thoughtful reader.
A book person.
That is, Stephanie is my kind of people. 
I’m so grateful for Stephanie’s enthusiastic support and so glad to see my powerful little book receive such a sweet, sympathetic response.
That link again? This. 

Spotted at NCTE

I had two friends send photos of SHAKEN, as displayed at NCTE.

Which was really kind of them. 

 

Kristy’s Concussion: A Scene from My New Novel, SHAKEN: Megan Rapinoe and a Knife

Here’s a paragraph and then a quick scene that takes place soon after Kristy suffers a concussion while playing soccer. It’s the “inciting event” that propels the novel forward.

 

Light breaks through the curtains, bringing with it a sharp pain to her forehead. Kristy imagines a jagged crack running from eyebrow to hairline. She can’t bear to call out her mother’s name. So she waits, eyes squeezed shut, pillow over her face, like an aphid on the underside of a leaf. A black dot of silence. She’ll be better soon. As good as new. Running the field and scoring goals. This is the worst of it. Yes, she tells Megan Rapinoe, who is staring back at Kristy from a soccer poster on the wall, this is the very worst. 

It was the first time Kristy was alone for the day in an empty house. No problem. She’d just take it slow, recover. 

That was the word, over and over, recover. 

“That’s your job now,” her father advised. “Just get better, a little bit better each day.” 

Sure. Okay. 

But how do you do that when your head feels like it’s covered with bubble wrap? When your brain doesn’t feel right? When it hurts to think? Every time Kristy turned her head, it took an extra second for her eyes to focus. For a moment, it’s just blur. 

Kristy padded softly downstairs, moved into the kitchen, slid two pieces of cinnamon raisin bread into the toaster. The room smelled like coffee and eggs and it turned her stomach. There were a few dishes in the sink and for some reason this unsettled her. But why? Who cares? She stood by the counter holding a knife. 

Time passed. She blinked. Looked down.

A knife was in her right hand.

There was a window above the sink overlooking the backyard. Trees, grass, the deck. Leaves beginning to change colors, drop down to the ground. No action at the bird feeder. It was empty, anyway. No seed. 

So this was what it was like to stay home on a school day. For two weeks straight. The big echoing house. The world of nothingness outside. A voice in her head asked, Is it empty, or full of nothing? 

Oh, how very zen. 

Kristy noticed that the faucet was running. She shut it off. 

Why was a knife in her right hand? 

The smell of cinnamon. And something else—a burnt, bitter aroma. Kristy remembered the toaster, the toast, the butter, and the reason for the knife. She wasn’t hungry anymore. Didn’t bother, even, to remove the blackened bread from the toaster. It could wait. It could all wait. She placed the butter knife on the counter and headed back upstairs. The bed beckoned. 

Tomorrow, she thought. Tomorrow will be better. 

PUB DAY in the ADKs: “Shaken” Now Available!

PUB DAY in the ADKs!
Yes, I’m on vacation with a place on Rainbow Lake for two full weeks. Amazing. 
Today this book sees the world, and here I am reminded that the rocks, the air, the water, and the trees don’t care.
It is only right that this is so.
I know I’ve been a lot lately with the publishing news. I promise, this is my last new book of 2024. Thank you to anyone who picks up Kristy’s story, who places it (cover out!) on a bookshelf, hands it to a young person (grades 4-8), reads it — while the world shrugs with benign indifference.
I think I’ll get out on the water today and count my blessings.