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“Mockingjay” Midnight Release Party

Very early this past Tuesday morning, throngs of young readers filled more than two and a half city blocks in downtown Portland to be the first to get their copies of Suzanne Collins's Mockingjay, the third and final book in her acclaimed, bestselling Hunger Games trilogy.

As the New York Times noted:

It is not "Harry Potter" or "Twilight," but there are echoes of those phenomena in the reception of "Mockingjay," the final volume of Suzanne Collins's "Hunger Games" books, a trilogy of dystopian young-adult novels.

[...] At Powell's Books in Portland, Ore., managers have ordered 3,600 copies of "Mockingjay," a supply they hope will last about three weeks. Gerry Donaghy, the new-book purchasing supervisor at Powell's, said he expected the book would be right behind the Stieg Larsson "Millennium" series in sales for the year.

Check out our photos from the midnight release party below — and click here to see even more!

In addition, local children's author Lisa Schroeder has her own pics from the party, where she dressed up as Katniss!

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At various points in the evening, the line stretched all the way around Powell's flagship Burnside store — an entire city block!

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The Powell's staff were ready and in costume.


Words, Music, Dreams

Words have always swirled around me like snowflakes — each one delicate and different, each one melting untouched in my hands. Words were like sweet, liquid gifts, and I drank them like lemonade. I could almost taste them.

So speaks eleven-year-old Melody, whose very name sounds like a song. Melody's fiercely independent spirit, forever frustrated by her totally dependent body, uses words like weapons to fight her daily battles.

In my newest novel, Out of My Mind, I have created a character who speaks for all of us, even though she cannot say a word. Melody has cerebral palsy, but she dares anyone to feel sorry for her. She understands her limitations, yet strives each day to reach beyond those limits. She can't walk, can't talk, can't even go to the bathroom by herself. Yet she has a brilliant mind, a photographic memory, and dreams and desires of any child her age.

Throughout the novel, I tried to show the power of language, and the deep, rhythmic heartbeat of words in our lives. Everybody uses words to express themselves. Except me. And I bet most people don't realize the real power of words. But I do. Thoughts need words. Words need a voice. I love the smell of my mother's hair and the feel of the scratchy stubble on my father's face. But I've never been able to tell them.


Sugar Would Not Eat It

You don't have to be a cat enthusiast to enjoy Sugar Would Not Eat It, a delightful book about a boy, his new kitten, and a slice of chocolate cake. A humorous and charming read. Recommended for children four and up, and for cat lovers everywhere.


Dirty Wow Wow Part 7

Here is another tribute to a beloved childhood toy inspired by Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood.

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Spot

This is actually the second Spot.

Spot Picture

The first Spot was handmade in my older sister's Home Ec class in 1978. He actually had spots and a vest with his name on it. Unfortunately, he disappeared under mysterious circumstances. The same sister handmade another Spot for me out of various fabrics in our mom's sewing basket. Of course, I had to name him Spot, also.

After over 25 years of comfort and cuddles, I've handed Spot down to my three-year-old son. He finds his missing eye and unraveled stitches somewhat unnerving, and plays with him in a bit of a rough toddler-boy manner, but at night he holds him close and says, "Oh, Spot. You are so funny and cute."

— K. T.


After the Ball

[Editor's Note: Our kids' team guest columnist is Frances, who emceed Powell's Bella's Ball event. Click here to see pictures from Bella's Ball!]

On Friday, August 1st, I had the pleasure of being the emcee to Bella's Ball, an event hosted by Powell's to celebrate the release of Stephenie Meyer's fourth book in her Twilight saga, Breaking Dawn. It was a fun night for me and the rest of the staff, as well as the participants. We had games such as 'Pin the Tail on the Werewolf,' quiz questions, and a costume contest with some really creative outfits! My favorite part of the evening was seeing how much people were enjoying themselves dancing and meeting fellow book lovers. It was an honor to be a part of such a successful evening.

I will say, on a personal note, that though Bella's Ball was wonderful, the book Breaking Dawn has been a disappointment. In fact, this was the first time in my life I've ever stopped a book 150 pages before the end ...


Dirty Wow Wow, Part 5

Back from a brief hiatus, I bring you more tributes inspired by Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood. Let's start with the ferret called "Freddy."

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Freddy

Saki, my little companion cat, has several toys, few of which he favors, or even plays with. A gray mouse (pictured here), as well as a white mouse, are two that he likes to play with. But the one he loves the most is a striped ferret I'll call Freddy. When he gets a hold of it he seems to turn into a kitten again, a 17-pound kitten at that.

His two kitty friends, Moni & Loki, don't seem to have any such feelings towards their numerous toys. Saki, though, will dig Freddy the ferret from the bottom of the toy box to get to it. He purrs, sometimes with all four of his paws kneading, eyes squinting, when he has it in his mouth, and he will often generously offer me his ferret to show me just how much he loves me.
— K. R. W.


Dirty Wow Wow, Part 4

Hey there and welcome back to our tribute to the the book that has inspired Powell's staffers to share stories of their childhood "stuffies," Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood.

In Part 4 of our Dirty Wow Wow extravaganza, we present more of our staff's childhood friends:

Bear

Hello, my name is Bear. In my younger years, after sleeping comfortably with my person for a number of years, I was hidden in some closet, drawer or some other corner of the house, but no matter what, we had our own secret way of finding one another. After a while I was sent away for about 25 years and ended up in a house on the coast, until one day my first person walked in and saw me — I said that it was about time he found me again. So he took me to his home, had a sweater made for me (I think it looks very handsome) and I have been contented ever since.
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Dirty Wow Wow, Part 3

More from our tribute to the the book that has inspired Powell's staffers to share stories of their childhood "stuffies" — Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood.

In Part 3 of our Dirty Wow Wow extravaganza, we present kids' team staff member Karen B. and her little friend Mousie:

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Mousie

I had a blue mouse named Mousie (that was her everyday name; her full name had to do with being the Queen of Blueberry Land, but the specifics are lost to me now). Mousie developed a discolored tummy from my childhood nosebleeds, and a squashed sideways nose from being hugged, suffocation style, to my chest all night long.

She had a blue flowered hat glued to her head, until I decided she needed more fashion versatility and my mother performed surgery to remove it. When the hat was taken away, there remained a good deal of hard, unsightly glue, which looked quite like a wound. Thus, Mousie went through a long recuperation period consisting of wet paper towels swaddling her

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Dirty Wow Wow, Part 2

A funny, little, heartwarming thing has been happening at the City of Books recently. Staffers have been inspired by the book Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood, and started sharing stories of their own fuzzy, ratty, stuffed friends.

Today, in Part 2 of our Dirty Wow Wow extravaganza, I give you Powell's employee Allen, of our sorting department, who shares his story of Mr. Bear.

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Mr. Bear

For the first few years of my life Mr. Bear protected me from the evil machinations of the dark things lurking under my big boy bed, and the Deda, a bloated, malicious pixie that lived in the scrap woodpile in my back yard. The Deda hated three-year-olds; Mr. Bear hated the Deda, and eventually destroyed it with his plastic paws. We were inseparable. Mr. Bear was even nearby during bath times, making sure that there were no sharks swimming beneath the suds, intent on pulling me down the drain.

Mr. Bear was eventually killed by slobber and teething and countless impromptu surgeries. He was laid

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Dirty Wow Wow

A funny, little, heartwarming thing has been happening at the City of Books recently. Staffers have been inspired by the book, Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories: A Tribute to the Threadbare Companions of Childhood, and sharing their stories of their own fuzzy, ratty, stuffed friends.

I give you Powell's employee Gigi, who shares her tale and starts the thread.

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I so wish I had thought up the concept of the book Dirty Wow Wow and Other Love Stories. The minute I opened it, I was writing my own additions to its pages in my head. I had lots of dirty wow wows when I was a kid. There was Backy Dacky, a blanket my grandmother made me, which started out bright pink and blue and was loved so hard it — he, he wasn't an it, he was a he — ended up faded to almost white, tattered and full of holes, with a blood stain from when I ran to him for safety after a bicycle incident. There was a Pooh Bear inexplicably made out of purple corduroy. ...


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