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Movin’ On Out Giveaway!

As you might already know, if you follow us on facebook, Greenwillow–and all of HarperCollins–is moving offices in just two short weeks. So we’ve been sorting, and filing, and archiving, and packing. And unearthing treasures.

We want to share some of those treasures with you, dear readers. We’re giving away SIX prize packs, which may include a Penny plush doll, a Penny hardcover, an exclusive, coveted Greenwillow 20th anniversary tea towel, posters, ARCs, and who knows what else?

Open only to US residents. We’ll pick the winners on Wednesday. Spread the word! Enter away!

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Happy Man Day 2014!

Is this thing on? Is it really Man Day, 2014, already?

The international symbol for “man”.

If you’ve somehow made it this far in life without learning about Man Day, you can get caught up here, here, here, and here. This particular Man Day, we’re preparing for a move downtown, and we’re making some tough decisions. You see, we’ll have less space in our new digs, and we can’t take everything with us—not even our walk-in humidor or massage tables!

In the true spirit of Man Day, we’re going to try to get some other chumps to do the tough work for us. Below are pictures of two storied Greenwillow relics, the Man Day cowboy and Razzle. Only one of them can move with us. You, our readers, will vote for who you think should actually go in the Dumpster, and who should come with us downtown. Let us know in the comments (sorry, this isn’t one of those fancy blogs with a poll widget). We will close the vote and announce the winner on Friday, April 4.

This is difficult, but so is being a man. We thank you for your help, and we hope you are having a fantastic Man Day!

“Man Day,” sculpted by my good friend LeRoy Neiman


Razzle (he’s just resting, kids)

Throwback Monday: It Is Night

In 1953, Harper & Row published Phyllis Rowand’s original It Is Night, and 61 years later, Greenwillow is proud to re-imagine the timeless story with new art by Laura Dronzek. The latest version—which goes on sale 4/22/14—features a different layout and brighter colors, but the artwork remains just as dreamy as the original, and still perfect for bedtime.

“Come play with us…forever, and ever, and ever.”

Feeling the love

We hope you enjoyed the quotes we shared today on our twitter feed! But for those of you who don’t follow us on twitter (though you can rectify that here), we’ve compiled all of the quotations–and the books they are from–in one handy post. Enjoy!

 Someone opened the jar. The lightning bugs knew what to do. They flew out into the night air, every last one. Blinking,“Here I am.”

–Lynne Rae Perkins, Criss Cross

So she went back home—and there was a great big bowl of milk on the porch, just waiting for her.

–Kevin Henkes, Kitten’s First Full Moon

I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.

–Rae Carson, The Crown of Embers

“Do you believe me?” he asked. “Yes,” she answered. “Do you love me?” “Yes.” “I love you.” And she believed him.

–Megan Whalen Turner, The Queen of Attolia

“Smart and hot,” he says, “Just my type.” I grin, squinting into the sunlight. That’s exactly what I was thinking.

-Christina Meredith, Kiss Crush Collide

My heart is like a zoo.

–Michael Hall, My Heart Is like a Zoo

But Sophie and Howl were holding one another’s hands and smiling and smiling, quite unable to stop.

–Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

Just look at you w/ your perfect belly button right in the middle right in the middle right in the middle of your fat little belly.

–Vera B. Williams, “More, More, More,” Said the Baby

I huff. “Can’t you just leave me to wallow in my own self-pity?” “Sure,” she says. “Just don’t expect me to watch while you do.”

–David Macinnis Gill, Black Hole Sun

“Good heavens,” said Mr. Bradford. “There’s a lady in my coat closet.”

–Heather Dixon, Entwined

Can we do that again? Yes, Moose, we can do that again.

–Kelly Bingham & Paul O. Zelinsky, Z Is for Moose

I look at him, hair wet and eyes serious. “You hardly know me,” he says. But I do, I want to say. Or I want to.

–Alexandra Duncan, Salvage