Thursday, August 18, 2011

FYA Book Club!

Exciting news for us those of us who are adult readers of YA fiction!  Forever Young Adult, a blog whose recaps of Sweet Valley High and V.C. Andrews books crack me up, has started a book club—an international book club!  And not some online chat or anything like that; they've coordinated actual live groups of like-minded people all over the US and  a few other places, who will meet at approximately the same time to discuss the same book.

The first meeting was a week or so ago (last Wednesday for those of us in Brooklyn), and the book was Beauty Queens by Libba Bray—which I had fortunately already read (twice cause I got so excited about it) so I didn't have to do any extra work.  FYA recapped the first meeting here, and closed it out with a nice quote from my own group's lovely leader, Molly.
And she's totally right.  It was so much fun!  I didn't know what to expect or who would be there, but the ladies were awesome and funny and enthusiastic and full of cool book ideas, and I can't wait for next month's meeting.

The September book is going to be Hold Me Closer, Necromancer by Lish McBride, a book I read several months ago and quite enjoyed, and am excited to read again in preparation.  So. I encourage everyone who's interested to go!  The plan is to do it around the second week of each month.  Click here for schedules and to sign up if there's not already one planned for your area.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Revolution by Jennifer Donnelly!

Well, it's been awhile since I've written anything.  But I just read something that is worth writing about—Revolution by Jennifer Donnelly.

I remember getting Jennifer Donnelly's first book, A Northern Light, as a Christmas present from my parents.  I had listed it on my amazon wishlist because it was a Printz honoree and therefore a necessary read, but I was not enthusiastic.  It looked so serious and so historical.  When I finally got around to reading it I saw how wrong I was to be reluctant, but somehow I didn't learn my lesson.  I approached this one exactly the same way.  It's thick.  And it's about the French Revolution instead of zombies.  So obviously my feet were dragging.

But one chapter in and I was hooked, even though at first I wanted to hate the snobby Brooklyn Heights characters, in spite of their genuine troubles.  Back when I was new in Brooklyn, the first time I ever wandered around that  neighborhood, I was horrified to see a stretch limo pull up to a brownstone, let out a small school-uniformed boy and then pull away, leaving him alone on the curb.  To think he got driven home from school like that every day—just ugh.

But it's not his fault, and it's not these kids' faults either.  The book is beautifully written and immediately engrossing and made me buy a bunch of classical music on itunes after the first few chapters.  Then the scene changes to Paris, and rich twenty-first-century kids become entwined with accidental participants in the eighteenth-century Revolution.  Catacombs and guillotines and mostly the mystery of what really happened to young Louis-Charles, the imprisoned child king Louis XVII.  Also: archives!  There are a whole bunch of scenes doing research in serious archives, which I imagine is only something you do as a high school student if you go to fancy BK private schools.  I'm not thrilled that the archivist was a cranky old rule-follower—practically a shusher—but still it is always good to teach young people proper research etiquette, and there just aren't enough YA novels doing that.  Bottom line: read it!  Even if you don't particularly like historical fiction.

p.s. Covers often make me cranky, and this one is no exception.  I get that the cover exists to sell the book.  Ok.  But the modern girl on the cover is pretty and wavy-haired and delicate and whatever, and in the book she is heavily pierced, among other things, and much is made of all her clanking metal and bad attitude and such.  She just looks nothing at all like this cover chick.  The paperback is even worse.  What—punk/emo/alterna teens don't sell books??  Given the vast numbers of extremely popular vampire-y looking books out there with their dark moody covers, I don't believe that for a second.  In fact, I bet this one could find a wider, very appreciative audience if the cover were more honest about the book's real contents.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Patrick Ness wins the Carnegie!

Patrick Ness won this year's Carnegie Medal for Monsters of Men!  Am I wrong to think it's the best book of the stupidly-named "Chaos Walking" trilogy?  I read them far enough apart that I might not be remembering right.  Mainly, I just remember the jaw-dropping ending to the first one that left me staring at the book I had just finished in disbelief.  And Manchee, of course, but I can't even talk about that without bursting into tears...  In any event, the previous two books, The Knife of Never Letting Go and The Ask and the Answer were also shortlisted for the prize in 2009 and 2010, making it the first time that all the books in a series were nominated.

And speaking of Patrick Ness, I just read his latest A Monster Calls
which isn't out yet in the US, but can be purchased from amazon UK if you're not lucky enough to get an advance reader copy.  An entirely different sort of book for Ness, and one that started as fellow Carnegie-medalist Siobhan Dowd's idea for a story she didn't have time to write before she died.  I was expecting just a regular book to show up in the mail, but it is really, really beautiful.  Slightly oversized, thick pages, lavish illustrations.  Don't get an e-book of this one!  (I accidentally made that mistake with Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, not realizing it was so full of photographs. After I read it I had to go to the bookstore and sit in the aisle with the real thing, flipping through all the pictures to see them properly.)  So, it's a story a story of a boy so lonely and bullied and so self-loathing that, as his mother is being unsuccessfully treated for cancer, he conjures up a monster.  But not the monster he was expecting.  Seriously lovely and heartbreaking and redemptive.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Walden Award!

You guys, I'm ashamed.  For four years now, there has been an entire YA award out there, given by an organization I used to pay money to belong to, and I had never even heard of it until today.

It turns out that ALAN, the Assembly on Literature for Adolescents, has something called the Amelia Elizabeth Walden Book Award, and the 2011 winner has just been announced:

 The Last Summer of the Death Warriors, Francisco X. Stork (yay!)

And here are the other finalists:

After Ever After, Jordan Sonnenblick
 I Will Save You, Matt de la Peña
Sorta Like a Rock Star, Matthew QuickWolves, Boys, & Other Things That Might Kill Me, Kristen Chandler

So the criteria for the award is not just good literature, but a book "demonstrating a positive approach to life, widespread teen appeal, and literary merit."  I'm not sure how I feel about that positive approach to life business, but I bet the Wall Street Journal would be happy...

Sunday, June 26, 2011


So I just read Robopocalypse by Daniel H. Wilson.  Which is not YA, but whatever.  At first I was excited to have a whole new genre to catch up on:  robot uprisings and whatnot.  I can't believe I've been missing out on these my whole life!  It's even better than zombie apocalypsi because the robot thing is probably actually going to happen someday, and debating survival techniques would therefore not be a total waste of time.  Sadly, reading this book didn't leave me informed enough to develop a strategy.  I will have to do more research.  (FYI, my zombie plan: immediate suicide if there's an outbreak.)

So Robopocalypse kind of annoyed me because I was really gearing up for a rollicking sci-fi adventure, and it was pretty awesome for a little while and then I realized it was more than half over and was still just trudging along, one. scene. after. another.  It's done in World War Z-style "oral history" bits. See, this one awesome hero found the robots' archive of war footage, so we get the story told in bits and pieces in a series of different voices, almost all gratingly "dude-ish." So mostly it's brief scenes of rad robot carnage that seem written with a movie script in mind, followed by a paragraph or two provided by our hero narrator attempting to tie the event into the big picture of the war.  Just... lazy writing.  Just go ahead and write a screenplay from the start!  There's no actual need for it be a "novel" first.  Then again, the very last scene?  That cringe-inducingly unnecessary one after it's all over?  Does not bode well for the movie version...

Anyhoo.  I just saw this. Self-driving cars.  And all I can say is noooooo!!  It's just a matter of time before they start running us over.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

My kindle is costing me so much money. Also, the internet has changed how I read.  More specifically, google reader has changed how I read.  I follow a bunch of YA blogs and author blogs, and a lot of other sites too—science, politics, feminist, sewing, whatever, and they won't stop mentioning books.  And then, because it's so easy, I decide that I have to read whatever they're talking about right this minute and because it takes approximately 2 seconds to have it downloaded to my kindle, I buy it.

Here's what I got in the last week:

Miss Peregrine's School for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs (thanks to Forever Young Adult.  Their review also helped me come to terms with my adoration of Libba Bray's Beauty Queens, which even though I couldn't stop talking about it, and turned immediately back to page one when I got to the end to read it again, I still felt kinda embarrassed to have loved so much.)

The Filter Bubble: What the Internet Is Hiding from You by Eli Pariser (due to my coworker talking about it, not actually the internet.)

Robopocalypse (Cause of the entire internet in general.)

Plus Consider the Lobster by David Foster Wallace (also a coworker's fault..), Feed by Mira Grant,
The Time Traders by Andre Norton (thanks to weirdo misogynists who say that all books written by women suck and those who disagree.)  And so on!

But then I realized that the library still exists, and it'll take me a minute to read what I've just bought, so I have some time before I need more.  So I loaded up my holds list and now, eventually, I can read for free again.  Fuzzy Nation! Zombies vs. Unicorns! A David Levithan I haven't read yet!  A couple others!

Also, I read Sweet Valley Confidential this week, and it is terrible.  Truly.  Not that that's a shocker, but I mean really.  I can't even.  It took a slightly heroic effort to even finish it.


Friday, May 27, 2011

misc. stuff

Ok, this has nothing to do with anything.  But I can't stop thinking about something that happened a few weeks ago, something very inconsequential.  And that was that one afternoon I was walking across 3rd street to the thrift store when I saw a book lying on the ground just outside of someone's gate.  And I almost picked it up because it looked like one of the gazillions of books that people leave on their sidewalks for people to take. 

But!  The book was What Happened to Goodbye by Sarah Dessen.  In hardcover.  And it wasn't even officially out in stores yet.  Some kid must have dropped it out of their backpack or something, right?  There's no way someone was giving it away.  Maybe? Or maybe it was some librarian-type who gets loads of free books and was done with it..  It really was in a free-book location.  Argh!  Why didn't I grab it and run??!  ..I know I have to just let it go. 

Meanwhile, I've been reading loads of fun things. I'm halfway through Libba Bray's Beauty Queens, which magically downloaded to my kindle a few days ago since I'd pre-ordered it.  Thank goodness I got the ebook version, too, cause I would have a real problem being seen with this cover on the subway.  It's not what it looks like, though, in a very good way. 

And I'm halfway through Neal Shusterman's Everfound, which so far I'm enjoying quite a lot though I can't stand that someone decided to name the series the "Skinjacker Trilogy." It just gives it such a dark feel printed all big on the cover like that.  Why not just the Everlost Trilogy?  Much better match to the tone of the books. 

And!!!!!!  I just picked up my copy of Sweet Valley Confidential from the library.  I was only number 38 on the hold list when it came out, but it seems like I've been waiting forever.  Definitely will be reading that one in the privacy of my own home, though.

Plus I chopped off all my hair and before that visited my nieces and nephews and then did other stuff and generally have had a completely terrific week off work. 

Sunday, May 1, 2011


I've been super late doing anything at all in my yard this year.  Super late.  I think I remember starting my tomatoes back in February last year.  I waited until two weeks ago this time, so they're just little sprouts still.  (Don't judge me for using one of those cheap, too-small little seed starting kits.  I had a much better, less wasteful system last year, but like I said, I've been really really lazy about all this. Paying 5 bucks and sticking seeds in the peat was almost too much.) And even though they only have a couple of tiny leaves apiece, they smell like tomato plants already.  I mean, duh, but it's still a nice smell to have in the kitchen.

And what else?  Should have done this months ago, but I finally filled an entire bed (3'x4') with dwarf sugar snaps that supposedly don't need trellising, though I have my doubts.  They're a few inches tall now.  The strawberries that didn't do much last year are back, and today I noticed the first little sprig of mint pushing through the dirt.  Soon it will take over everything. 

And, you know, the ferns and the bleeding hearts, and Japanese Maple and the daffodils, and even my tree which is the last one in the neighborhood to start growing for some reason, has some leaves now.  It's amazing that a month ago the ground was bare and now it's completely covered with green things.  Yes, I realize that's how spring works, but it hasn't always happened right in my own mini-yard.  After a terrible, long winter, watching it all happen has been making me feel human and hopeful again.

And!! Tuesday is the Brooklyn Botanic Garden's annual plant sale!  So there's that.

LA Times Book Prize Winner!

The LA Times Book Prizes were announced on Friday, and the winner in the Young Adult category is A Conspiracy of Kings by Megan Whalen!  See all the finalists here.

Also!  This was already announced, but continues to be exciting: The 2010 Robert Kirsch Award, honoring the lifetime achievement of an author from the American West, went to Beverly Cleary, the best kid's book author ever! It's the first time the award has ever gone to a children's book writer, and it's about time!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Rita Awards!

This year's Rita finalists (for romance, duh) were announced approximately a hundred years ago.

Chasing Brooklyn, Lisa Schroeder
The Clearing, Heather Davis
Clockwork Angel, Cassandra Clare
I Now Pronounce You Someone Else, Erin McCahan
The Iron King, Julie Kagawa
Rules of Attraction, Simone Elkeles (who won last year for Perfect Chemistry)
The Summer of Skinny Dipping, Amanda Howells

Hideous-looking statuettes to be distributed July 1st. at the Romance Writers of America's annual conference in NYC.

Edgar Awards!

I missed another award.  Ack!
Here are the  nominees for the Edgar Award in the YA category.  Edgars is given by the Mystery Writers of America, and the winner will be announced tomorrow!

The River, Mary Jane Beaufrand
Please Ignore Vera Dietz, A.S. King
7 Souls,  Barnabas Miller and Jordan Orlando
The Interrogation of Gabriel James, Charlie Price
Dust City, Robert Paul Weston

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Los Angeles Book Awards

Holy s***.  I am bad at my non-job job.
Did I miss the L.A. Times book award finalists???  Months ago?  Really?!  I have been so out of it for so long that I feel like I'm just sticking my head out of my cave and looking around to see what's happened.

Ok. Here they are.  (I only finally discovered this because of my recent obsession with Rick Yancey's The Curse of the Wendigo.  I can't believe it took a 40% off Borders coupon to get me to find out that it even existed.)

Sugar Changed the World: A Story of Magic, Spice, Slavery, Freedom and Science, Marc Aronson and Marina Budhos
Wicked Girls: A Novel of the Salem Witch Trials, Stephanie Hemphill
The Ring of Solomon, Jonathan Stroud
A Conspiracy of Kings, Megan Whalen Turner
The Curse of the Wendigo, Rick Yancey

Winners announced Friday!

The Last Little Blue Envelope

I'm a sucker for anything free, so I totally grabbed my free kindle copy of Maureen Johnson's 13 Little Blue Envelopes a few weeks ago, even though I already read it a few years back. (It's not too late to get yours, FYI.  Hurry!) So because it was on my kindle, and because I had just finished reading The Curse of the Wendigo, and because I didn't check anything new out of the library this weekend, I started re-reading it on the subway this morning and instantly got completely sucked in. I remember enjoying it before, but suddenly I'm ready to sublet my apartment and buy a ticket to Europe right this second!  For real—though to be fair I've been feeling that way for awhile now, so it's not entirely the book's doing.  I spent the evening googling some options, which goes against the spirit of the envelopes, but whatev.

Obviously, the free book offer is a promotion for The Last Little Blue Envelope, which came out on Monday.  And of course I totally fell for it.  Good work, HarperTeen marketing department!  I didn't even check the library catalogue before buying the kindle version this afternoon.  I needed it now.  Can't wait to actually read it!  (Too bad about the cover, though, but at least I won't be caught dead on the train with it...  Book anonymity is the best thing about e-books, hands down.  Like, a couple weeks ago I got through 3/5 of Jean Auel's new one with no public shame before finally giving up.)

Poly Styrene

Oh man. Poly Styrene died yesterday.  She was only 53.
I'm sort of shocked to find myself getting a little teary.   I was a toddler when Germfree Adolescents came out and it took me way too long to discover her, but eventually I figured it out, and whenever an X-Ray Spex song randoms up on my ipod, it makes me happy...

Monday, April 25, 2011

The Curse of the Wendigo

I have the day off work.  "Easter Monday," whatever that is.  So I slept until 10:30 for some reason, which never happens.  I slept so long that the cats went from their panicking-about-getting-breakfast mode, to morning-sleep mode without me ever having to get up to feed them.  And when I finally did, the cat just threw it up on the rug and went back to sleep.

But whatever.  Guess what I read this week?  The Curse of the Wendigo!  It's Rick Yancey's sequel to Printz-award-winning The Monstrumologist, and I was pretty excited to see it on the bookstore shelves.  (Apparently he's really cranking these things out now, because according to the internet, a third one called The Isle of Blood will be out in September.) Not that it matters, but I don't approve of the new cover designs.  I kinda liked the original Monstrumologist hardcover; it looked like what it was.  I was a little embarrassed to be seen on the subway with this new one.

Good book, though.  Rollicking, even.  The continued adventures of Will Henry, twelve-year-old orphan and assistant to famed monstrumologist Dr. Warthrop.  In this installment, we learn about the doctor's romantic past (I know!), attend an elegant monstrumologist convention in New York City, and try to figure out whether or not an old friend of the doctor's—a fellow monstrumologist—has answered the call of the mythical wendigo.  Lots of faces gets sliced off, I'll warn you now.

And speaking of sequels I'm excited about, The Dark and Hollow Places by Carrie Ryan is out now!  I've been a little off my YA game lately, or I would have read it a month ago, but still.  It's totally next on my list.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

My Cat is Awesome

Pip (looking stylish) and William James
Both cats were being weird tonight—pacing and yowling in a very irritating way.  I thought it was because of the warmer weather and the fact that my door is still frozen half-shut so they haven't been able to go outside since Christmas.  Nothing I can do about that though, and they were really quite annoying so I kept telling them to shut up and go away.  Not that that ever works.  Then I heard Pip playing in the bathtub, scratching around and warbling, which is very odd behavior for her (Willie does it all the time, rolling around in there for fun).  It suddenly occurred to me that I had changed their litter earlier in the evening, and I realized that neither of them had used it yet, which was slightly surprising because, frankly, it was pretty rank.  They should have been happy with the clean box.  So I went and checked, and saw that I had accidentally put the box backwards, with the entrance against the wall.  And then I looked in the bathtub, and found that ol' Pip had peed in there! Instead of in the bed or somewhere else awful!  Poor thing...  But still, totally awesome of her.

**This has nothing to do with YA, obviously.  I've been busy reading other things, like Eating Animals, which has blown my mind all over again re: well, eating animals, and almost made me cry on the subway.  Still working on reading all the Printz honorees, because the library is taking forever to get me my holds. Good to know they're popular with readers, even if my stupid local Borders is too busy hosting events with the cast of Jersey Shore to bother stocking them...  (Not that I don't buy from indie stores usually, it's just that I had this 40% off coupon and was trying to get Please Ignore Vera Dietz for cheap..  Don't hate me.)

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

More on Bitch's YA 100 list

Tender MorselsWhoa.  Ok, so when I just posted about Bitch's YA feminist list earlier, I was not even aware that it was controversial.  Apparently, they initially included Margo Lanagan's Tender Morsels, and then removed it after some objections.  Yeah, it's a boldish choice, depending how you define bold.  It's one of those gazillions of books that non-YA readers can't believe even exist for younger readers. But a lot of the adult discomfort comes from a false memory and/or wishful thinking of a youthful innocence that has never existed.  Kid's know more than some people want to think they do.  Tender Morsel's is brilliant and important, because of (not in spite of) its uncomfortable moments.  Not cool, Bitch.

100 Feminist Books

Ok.  Bitch Magazine/Bitch Media, a longtime favorite of mine, has just put out a list of 100 YA Books for the Feminist Reader.  And when I saw it I remembered how several months ago I had enthusiastically posted a couple comments to one of their blog posts asking for recommendations of feminist YA.  Thus, I am claiming personal responsibility for Brock Cole's amazing Celine appearing on the list.  (The cover art, and especially the awful "tag line" are unfortunate, I realize, but it's not the book's fault since it came out in 1989—a full decade before the YA renaissance we all know today—and I think that's just how it was back then.)

I was rereading it for the dozenth time in the bathtub just a couple weeks ago, and wishing all over again that I had found it when I was an actual "YA." I only found it after Cole's 1996 book The Facts Speak for Themselves became a National Book Award finalist, but I was 13 when it came out and I really think it might have changed my life.
So.  Celine is a weirdish high school artist who befriends her seven-year-old neighbor whose parents are having problems.  And the boy's father is an artist himself, and an art professor at the local college.  Celine develops a bit of a crush (but don't worry--that's not what the book's about).  She destroys her own paintings for unrelated reasons and gets super excited about new art ideas.  And she snarks about stuff, and notices weird things and people, and has to get a doctor's note so she doesn't have to swim in PE.  The plot can't really be described properly and doesn't matter anyway so I'm not even going to try.  It's the excellent writing and the complexly real characters that are the point.  The part where the little kid is telling her what his therapist said about his parents' breakup and her response and the tears and the cookies and the matter-of-factness of it all?  Oh my god, my own parents are married to this day and I have still wept indignantly every time I've read it.  And the vomiting inside the sweater?  The bathtub and the miniature tarts and the hand on the knee?  You don't even know what you're missing.  All creative and/or disaffected youth, and also general people who appreciate good books, should read it ASAP.  Seriously.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

2011 BBYA

This was supposed to be a snow day!
My doctor's appointment was canceled; my stupid work meeting was canceled.  I tidied the apartment and got myself snow day supplies and filled the coffeemaker in advance and had big plans to watch Jersey Shore from bed all day, but then it snowed less than they said and the public schools are open, so now I have to shower or something.  Eventually.

More importantly, the ALA has released their 2011 Best Books for Young Adults, which is quite long, and also the Top Ten:
Ship Breaker, Paolo Bacigalupi
Revolution, Jennifer Donnelley
Finnikin of the Rock, Melina Marchetta
Amy & Roger's Epic Detour, Morgan Matson
Hold Me Closer, Necromancer, Lish McBride
Trash, Andy Mulligan
Bamboo People, Mitali Perkins
The Things a Brother Knows, Dana Reinhardt
Last Night I Sang to the Monster, Benjamin Saenz
Revolver, Marcus Sedgwick

Monday, January 10, 2011

The great thing about following YA lit awards is that they're pretty manageable.  The field's only been handing out big awards for the last 10 or 15 years.  The Printz started in 2000; the National Book Awards added the Young People's Lit category in 1997, and so on.  Even if you're new to the field you can catch up on all the big winners.  Try doing that with "adult" literature, or with those Newberys that go back to, what, 1929 or something?  YA is as do-able as it is awesome.  Here's the full list of Printz winners and honor books. 

So, as I do every year about this time, I've decided to finally get around to reading the handful that I still haven't read.  I have huge mental blocks about The Ropemaker by Peter Dickinson (which I've checked out of the library several times and returned it unread again and again) and Black Juice by Margo Lanagan (which I've read the first quarter of about four times).  But I will push through!  Also, I had an off year in 2008 and totally ignored the honor books.  So I've never read One Whole and Perfect Day or Dreamquake despite having heard good things about them.  And I once picked up Your Own, Sylvia but as one of those ladies who spent her youth being a bit obsessed with Sylvia Plath, I was sort of bothered by the way they co-opted her style to tell her story.  But I'm ready to be wrong on that one since I know so many people who really love it.  Anyway.  Just five books, plus a few from today, and then I'll be all caught up.  A pretty pointless accomplishment, but what isn't?

ALA Youth Media Awards — 2011 winners!

It's my favorite day of the year!  The day I come into work and spend the whole morning watching an online video.  Or I guess that's not so unlike any other day, except that the video I'm watching is not that double rainbow guy. It's the ALA awards announcements, and that's way more exciting!

Ship BreakerPrintz Award
Honor Books:
Stolen, Lucy Christopher
Please Ignore Vera Dietz, A.S. King
Revolver, Marcus Sedgwick
Nothing, Janne Teller

Ship Breaker, Paolo Bacigalupi  !!!!

This has never happened to me before in my entire YA-awards-following life, but just moments before the announcements started I was musing aloud to an uninterested coworker that Ship Breaker should win the Printz.  I was gesticulating excitedly while he backed slowly away.  So I was fairly certain that it wouldn't win, because that's how my predictions go. 

And then the rest:
Alex Awards for adult books of interest to young people:
The Boy Who Couldn't Sleep and Never Had To, DC Pierson
Breaking Night, Liz Murray
Girl in Translation, Jean Kwok
The House of Tomorrow, Peter Bognanni
The Lock Artist, Steve Hamilton
The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake, Aimee Bender
The Radleys, Matt Haig
The Reapers are the Angels, Alden Bell
Room, Emma Donoghue
The Vanishing of Katharina Linden, Helen Grand

Schneider Family Book Awards Best Teen Book:
Five Flavors of Dumb, Antony John

Stonewall Children's and Young Adult Literature Award
Honor books:
Will Grayson, Will Grayson, John Green and David Levithan
Love Drugged, James Klise
Freaks and Revelations, Davida Willis Hurwin
The Boy in the Dress, David Walliams

Almost Perfect, Brian Katcher

Coretta Scott King Author Award
Honor Books:
Lockdown, Walter Dean Myers
Ninth Ward, Jewell Parker Rhodes
Yummy: The Last Days of a Southside Shorty, G. Neri

One Crazy Summer, Rita Williams-Garcia

Margaret A. Edwards Award (for an author's lasting contribution to young adult lit)
Terry Pratchett!!!

William C. Morris Award (best book by a first-time author)
Hush, Eishes Chayil
Guardian of the Dead, Karen Healey
Hold Me Closer, Necromancer, Lish McBride
Crossing the Tracks, Barbara Stuber
The Freak Observer, Blythe Woolston

YALSA Excellence in Nonfiction Award
They Called Themselves the KKK, Susan Campbell Bartoletti
Spies of Mississippi, Rick Bowers
The Dark Game: True Spy Stories, Paul Jaceczko
Every Bone Tells A Story, Jill Rubalcaba and Peter Robertshaw

Janis Joplin: Rise Up Singing, Ann Angel

I assume there are full details at the ALA website (including results of the non-YA lit awards), but it seems to be loading verrrry slowly right now.