by Holly the Assistant

Good morning Huns and Hoydens, pull up your chairs, grab your hot cocoa, and let me tell you a story, while Sarah writes over there in her chair.
Many, many years ago, before I ever met Sarah, long enough ago that the kids involved are grown and flown, I met a lady named Pam Uphoff on the internet. She wrote fun books, she let me proofread them, which meant I got free entertainment, she got proofed books, and we were young and broke and had kids, so money was often tight. She wrote a couple juvenile books under the pen name Zoey Ivers, and I bought them for my boys.
And they fell in love.
Those two agreed on nothing, except that having to share a room was the worst ever. They still agree on very little. But they did and do agree that this Zoey Ivers is the Best Writer Ever. She doesn’t put “Ick, romance” in her books. She doesn’t put “Stupid Adults” in her books. She puts Good Adventures in her books. “You know, Ma, the kid who got grounded totally deserved it.” I liked the books–they didn’t encourage stupid behaviors, they had good stories. The boys liked the books. Win-win.
My husband got laid off. Christmas rolled around. And I thought, ok, well, a new paperback isn’t that much, and they’d share it for a gift, I can scrape the money up, if the third book is out by then. I knew the first two stories were done–I was in contact with Pam by blog and by email, after all. So I emailed her. She emailed back. The book would not be done by Christmas.
You guys, Pam sent me the first two stories as attachments to the email, and said I could print them out for my boys for Christmas.
There was some candy in the stockings, not much, but some, and a couple hotwheels cars. There were socks under the tree. Our sons didn’t care. They had new stories. That was all they cared about.
To this day, they tell me the Best Christmas Ever was when they woke up to two thirds of Atlantis+ in their stockings. And, like I said, they’re grown adults now. Nothing, ever, has topped Pam’s act of kindness and generosity to those two boys at Christmas.
Thank you for listening. If you’ve got young’uns and need books, or if you like books for young’uns, here’s the affiliate links to the books: Barton Street Gym: https://amzn.to/4qoV5rT Chicago: https://amzn.to/4pbcRhz Atlantis+: https://amzn.to/4pliYQl
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Most impressive.
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Why won’t “email new comments” go thru?
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Pam is good people.
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I know you’ve recommended her to me before, but THIS shoots her up to the top of the list. Definitely buying as soon as I’m able.
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Tears in my eyes. What a great story. I remember those Christmases, both as a kid when a great gift (that my parents could ill afford and may even have been free because the family had no money) made me very happy, and as a parent when we had to scrape and scramble to put together any gifts at all, and the kids had presents thanks mostly to the generosity of others.
Will see if I can buy these as gifts for the younger nieces & nephews.
What’s the recommended reading age? Wondering if there’s a point where the young folks would consider the books “for kids,” as opposed to their uber-sophisticated teen/tween/preteen selves. Or maybe it’s one of those things where a kid could at some point be too young to grok it, but anybody that loves a good story would enjoy it? (I mean, I read a lot of YA novels before the genre got swamped by wokery and dreck (birm) and it became difficult to unearth good ones.)
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I have grandchildren 13, 11, and 8 – and their copies of the series should hit their doorstep Jan 2. (13-year old got his own Hobbit/LOTR from an aunt for Christmas)
That will also give me something to read, next time I visit.
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Just got Dumas. Read it through KU when it came out; now I can get it to keep.
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