
My new children’s book, written by Laurel Snyder, is out on shelves. Okay, so it has been out on shelves since October, but my schedule has been too packed for updates. It is my sincerest resolution to bring you more news and updates this year. I’ll do my best to post something each week, letting you in on what I’m working on as time seems to fly by.Inside the Slidy Diner is a book all kids can enjoy, especially those just a little bit older then the pre-school crowd. Here are a few spreads from the book:


Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast, a great children’s book blog, wrote a little feature on Slidy Diner, which you can link to by clicking here. If you still aren’t convinced you should buy this book, the reviewers had some good things to say:
The Slidy Diner is one big health code violation: the proprietress wears a fly-covered sweater and “smells like rotten grill grease,” the toilet is a cesspool, “someone is usually running with scissors” and the sticky buns are scraped up off the floor. Even the people are ghoulish, with their flattened, oversize heads, blank eyes and doll-like bodies. Snyder, a debut picture book author and PW reviewer, and Zollars (Not in Room 204) serve up a wealth of Grand Guignol detail, beginning with the creepy premise: Edie, the narrator, claims she is held captive at the diner for stealing a lemon drop, and she gives a young patron the insider’s tour of the joint. Most of the best jokes are visual: the poison label stuck onto a countertop; pet food tins stashed amid the staples; a slice of pie garnished as if with eyeballs. The gross-out crowd will eat this up. Ages 5-8. (Oct.)–Publishers Weekly –Publishers Weekly, October, 2008
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In as fine a game of Grossout as ever was, a child squires an anxious-looking friend around a diner in which, she claims, the cuisine runs to Pumpkin Asparagus Pie and Greasily Niblets, the floor is so slick that booths sometimes slide out into the street and the proprietor is decidedly witchy: “Sometimes Ethelmae grins at you, and you can see her tooth.” Zollars’s canted, full-bleed cafe scenes follow suit, with views of diners chowing down on a pig’s head, a trophy-sized cockroach fixed to a platter above the counter and basement restrooms surrounded by a flood crawling with “nefarious wigglepedes.” Still, unlike Merrilee Kutner’s Zombie Nite Cafe (2007), as depicted by Ethan Long, or Jane Breskin Zalben’s Saturday Night at the Beastro (2004), it’s not all bad, for “Inside the Slidy Diner, there are dark, blue secrets. / And silver whispers. / Inside the Slidy Diner there are magic trapdoors. / To birthdays and Saturdays.” Best yet, all “goodbyes have been banned!” Here’s a diner well worth repeated visits - but steer clear of the “chocolate” milk. (Picture book. 6-9) (Kirkus Reviews)
There are lots of things going on here, so I’ll do my best to update you on any happenings!