It’s been awhile since I’ve been this enraptured by a book, and truly, I love Graceling. Kristin Cashore has opened a rich world of seven kingdoms with “seven thoroughly unpredictable kings.” In these lands where the kings tend toward tyranny over the people, some individuals are graced with special abilities–some are amazing cooks, others can foretell the future, and some, like Katsa, niece of King Randa of the Midlands, are graced with the ability to kill. Like most of the kings, Randa has claimed Katsa’s abilities for his own uses and she finds herself a tool being used to torture and kill the king’s enemies. Katsa worries she is becoming a monster and longs to escape her uncle’s control. With the help of her mentor and her beloved cousin, she is finding ways to thwart the destructiveness of the kings.

On one such mission to stop an evil plan, Katsa meets Po, a graced fighter and prince of the kingdom of Lienid. Po is a worthy adversary for Katsa and friendship blossoms between them as they practice their fighting. When they join forces to attempt a daring rescue of Po’s cousin Princess Bittersblue, new revelations change their relationship and Katsa must confront her feelings and the truth about her abilities…but only after a desperate race for survival through the mountains.

I can’t do this book justice in a brief summary. The characters are richly developed and interesting, the plot addictive, the conclusion satisfying without being too neatly wrapped up. Two more books are planned in the trilogy, one a prequel (Fire, out October 2009) and the other a sequel/companion novel following Princess Bitterblue (Bitterblue, in the works).

“When Alice fell down the rabbit hole, she fell slow. She had time to notice things on her way down–Oh, there’s a teacup! There’s a table! So things seemed normal to her while she was falling. Then she bumped down and rolled into Wonderland, and all hell broke loose.”

I love this quote from the opening chapter of What I Saw and How I Lied, not only for its imagery but also for the way it tries to prepare you for the story to come. The narrator, 15 year-old Evie Spooner, is looking back, trying to figure out how her life unraveled in just a few short months. She goes back to the beginning, the day it all started, on a warm day in Queens just after World War II has ended. Joe, the step-father she adores, has returned from the fighting to open appliance stores for a country ready to buy “not only what we needed but what we wanted.” Evie and her gorgeous mother are trying to make home life the picture of perfection for him, with roast beef and mashed potato dinners and everything neat and tidy, though it is a strain living under Joe’s mother’s roof.

Joe comes home from work that day with a wild idea to pack up and drive down to Florida for a vacation…that night. He convinces Evie and her mom with his slick sales skills, and in a few days they find themselves in a half-empty Palm Beach resort during the off-season. There Evie meets Peter, a dashing soldier who makes Evie feel like a woman, her mother light-hearted, and Joe strangely moody. As Evie plots to spend more time with Peter, her mother and step-father’s relationship grows tense, and Joe becomes increasingly erratic. Soon events spin into a downward spiral of passion, blackmail, and secrets, and Evie finds the adults in her life are not what they seem. Evie must choose her own path and make a decision that will control all their destinies.

Author Judy Blundell won the National Book Award for Young People’s Literature for this suspense-filled, noirish, dramatic novel. Those who love attention to detail will revel in the vivid depictions of post-war America, from the fashion (Revlon’s Fatal Apple lipstick and nail polish and full-skirted evening gowns) to the dialogue (”Don’t be in such a hurry to grow up, baby…it’s not all polka dots and moonbeams, you know.”) Those who love crime dramas and Bogey and Bacall movies will delight in the stylish mystery and suspense. And for those who appreciate album covers as much as albums, check out the cover, which I thought stunning (and an accurate depiction of the story, something becoming more rare in the book world). I loved this book, which brings me to two years in a row where I thought the National Book Award winner was better than the Printz Award winner.

Ten Cents a Dance, the second novel from Christine Fletcher, is a riveting tale about a 15-year old girl living near the slaughter yards in 1940s Chicago. When her Polish-American father died, her Irish-American mother went to work for a meat-packing house, doing dangerous, thankless work for very little pay to support her daughters. When she is nearly crippled with rheumatoid arthritis, it is up to Ruby to quit school and support her family. Ruby quickly sees that this work will make her old in just a few years and will never earn them enough to get out of debt and poverty and when local bad boy Pauly tells her she could be making $50 bucks a week taxi dancing, Ruby jumps at the chance. But taxi dancing, or dancing with men for ten cents a dance plus tips at a dance hall, is not considered respectable work, and Ruby must hide what she does from her family while providing them with the money they need to improve their lives.

Ruby grows up quickly in this world of men, racism, jazz clubs, and chop suey joints, learning that the only way to make the big money is to reel in the “big fish” who will pay for dinners, clothes, and other luxuries. Ruby has talent and could be the best of the bunch, but is she willing to pay the price to get there?

Interestingly, the author wrote the book after learning that one of her ancestors had worked as a taxi dancer in secret, which led her to research the “ten cents a dance” girls. Rich in period detail, this fascinating and fast-paced novel had me hooked from page one. It has drama, suspense, history, and romance all rolled up into one and this book would certainly get my vote for a Printz award. This is an author to keep your eye on.

From the always funny E. Lockhart comes her latest novel The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks. The title character is one of those smart, sassy heroines you often find in YA novels, who are identifiable, and sort of remind you of a cooler version of yourself. Frankie, at age 14, was a gangly, kinda geeky-but-not-a-social-outcast girl attending the private boarding school her father went to. Frankie at 15 is about to return to her private boarding school with a newly developed body and a self-possession that means she knows what she wants and she’s going to go after it. Within no time she’s landed a hot senior boyfriend and is hanging with the coolest group of kids in the school. But deep-down, Frankie worries that Matthew only likes her when she’s not taking the lead or being the center of attention, and she knows he’s keeping a big secret from her. When she can’t get him to share his secret all-male society, she decides she will teach these boys a lesson they won’t soon forget. Of course, in the process, she begins to lose track of herself, and things don’t wind up quite like she’d imagined.

Disreputable is an interesting look at one girl’s desire to be one of the boys without losing her femininity or self-respect. While the plot is less dark and traumatic than John Green’s Looking for Alaska, the common setting of a private boarding school make for a few interesting parallels. Whether you find yourself rooting for Frankie or not, you’ll enjoy the game.

On a recent road trip to Chicago, I read Sherman Alexie’s National Book Award-winning The Absolutely True Story of a Part-Time Indian. As my husband can attest, I laughed out loud throughout the book, frequently turning off his book-on-CD to make him listen to particularly funny passages. But this is not the stupid-funny, throw away-funny that rules in our modern culture. Like Alexie’s previous books for adults (e.g. Flight, Reservation Blues), this young adult novel’s humor is part healing mechanism, part coping mechanism, and part means of looking at the world. The first-person narrator, Arnold Spirit, Jr., is a member of the Welpinit tribe on the Spokane Indian reservation. “Junior” is an outcast with loads of medical issues due to being born hydrocephalic. His scrawny body and love of reading and drawing comics make him “a natural for the black eye of the month club.” But in some ways, he is like most of classmates–poor, hungry, a child of alcoholic parents with no chance of escaping this fate if he stays on the reservation. Unlike his friends and parents and most all of the tribe, Junior has hope and ambition and commitment. And with these traits he decides to transfer to the off-rez high school 22 miles away. Doing so makes him the enemy of his best friend and a traitor to his tribe. Doing so means he must be the lone Indian in a school full of affluent white kids. His courage, his faith and his hopes are tested over and over by heartbreaking tragedies. And though some of the book’s message is bittersweet, there is a sweet, pure joy in Junior’s strength of character and his victories. This is a great book.