Ages 13+
304 pp.
March 2026
“This isn’t Romeo and Juliet,” Cody said. “This is Julia and Romano. We’re free to write our own story and this one can have a happy ending.” (pg. 148)
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“This isn’t Romeo and Juliet,” Cody said. “This is Julia and Romano. We’re free to write our own story and this one can have a happy ending.” (pg. 148)
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| From One Can, written by Lana Button and Eric Walters, illustrated by Isabelle Malenfant |
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| From One Can, written by Lana Button and Eric Walters, illustrated by Isabelle Malenfant |
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| From One Can, written by Lana Button and Eric Walters, illustrated by Isabelle Malenfant |

She was strong. She didn't give up. She didn't take crap from anybody. I liked that. And all she really wanted was a place to call home. I understood that better than I even would have wanted. (p. 133)
...there's no question that I have a temper, but that's only because people are always doing things to provoke me. (p. 9)With no family–his parents were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver four years earlier–and foster parents who don't want him back, he is sent to the Johnson Juvenile Center, a detention facility for those younger than 18 who were awaiting trial or those already convicted and serving sentences less than 18 months. Sam would be at the Johnson Juvenile Center, a.k.a. the Gables, for at least 5 weeks while he is assessed before heading to court. While his social worker Jenna Williams is keen to help, his court-appointed lawyer Mr. Turner is challenged, especially when additional charges of fraud and theft are brought by the shopkeeper, and everyone seems disappointed that the local football hero would be out of commission.
Why did people keep coming at me and why wasn't I smart enough to shut up and move on when they did? (p. 64)
Sometimes smart can't overcome circumstances, situations, and tragedy. (p. 128)
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| From Good Boy Timmy, written by Eric Walters, illustrated by Eugenie Fernandes |
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| From Good Boy Timmy, written by Eric Walters, illustrated by Eugenie Fernandes |
Blood makes you related but it doesn't make you family. (p. 176)
What's on the line for thirteen-year-old Jordan Ryker? Everything. His parents can't stop arguing. The auto plant where his dad works, being the town's major employer, is shutting down. Even basketball, which is everything to Jordan and his best friend Junior, is somewhat tenuous with the school's new basketball coach who really doesn't know what he's doing. And now Jordan has to figure out how to work with new kids brother and sister Aaron and Tammy who are very different and both want on the boys' basketball team.
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This is the first writing collaboration between Paul Coccia and Eric Walters and, having reviewed books by both previously, I can attest to a new synergy to their writing as they bring their strengths in plotting, character development, and voice and meld them with LGBTQ+ issues and sports into something new and important. They've given us a story that challenges young readers to see beyond themselves and from different perspectives and with compassion for the struggles that others may be experiencing. With heart and intention, they've put themselves out there and helped us see from that angle what's really meaningful: friends, family, and fair play for all.
"...if you're down twenty points in the last two minutes, you still play your best..." (pg. 52)
Please join me in congratulating the year's winners in the two categories for young readers.
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| From The Boy Who Moved Christmas by Eric Walters and Nicole Wellwood, illus. by Carloe Liu |
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| From The Boy Who Moved Christmas by Eric Walters and Nicole Wellwood, illus. by Carloe Liu |
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| From The Boy Who Moved Christmas by Eric Walters and Nicole Wellwood, illus. by Carloe Liu |
There were fire trucks and police vehicles and paramedics. There were countless floats and walkers costumed as angels and elves, nutcrackers and clowns. There were bands and music, candy and bubbles. And then came the man who represents Christmas to so many children: Santa. To Evan's surprised delight, he was invited to sit with the great man.
“Everyone is so happy to see you, Santa!” said Evan.Evan Leversage may have died before December 25 of that year but, courtesy of a family and a community of good people, he had what he declared to be, "the best Christmas!"
Just then, someone called out, “Merry Christmas, Evan!”
Santa looked down at him. “Seems like they’re more excited to see you, pal.”
Evan’s smile got even bigger.
It was Christmas.
Christmas in October. Christmas for Evan.
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| From The Boy Who Moved Christmas by Eric Walters and Nicole Wellwood, illus. by Carloe Liu |
In a story taken from the headlines but given warmth and heart with words perfect for young readers, Eric Walters with Nicole Wellwood have told us about the boy who moved Christmas. He is both ordinary and extraordinary. He could be any child and yet he was most assuredly Evan, a boy who derived pleasures from being with his family and sharing Christmas with them and others and who could mobilize the affections of many with his story alone. The emotional power of this young boy's life with the naturalness of how he lived it is echoed in the illustrations by Halifax's Carloe Liu. Her signature watercolours give a brightness in the bold colours of Christmas but also an ethereal quality in the softness of her line and shape.
This was a difficult story for me to write because it's so personal. Many of the things I've written about are from my life. The question I'm already being asked is, How much of this is true? The answer is simple–too much and not enough.(From Author's Note)
If you're broken and you know it, you have to get up every day and work harder and longer than everybody else if you want to get anywhere. (pg. 298)
"You already are somebody." (pg. 115)
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| Eric Walters |
...Don’t underestimate what you did. It was much more than a dance. Tonight, wasn’t normal, but somehow you made it work, and for a few hours, you gave hundreds of people some happiness. You gave them joy. You helped them to forget for a little while. And, not just your classmates, but hundreds and hundreds of people on our street. You gave them hope. You gave me hope. (pg. 114)