Books by Lorie Ann Grover

Books by Lorie Ann Grover
Kirkus Starred Review, Firstborn: "A fantasy that reads like a lost history tome and deftly examines issues of gender...An engrossing story with welcome depths."

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Open Letter: It's what facebook is for, right?

I found this necessary to post on my Facebook Personal Page following the Women's March. Maybe it applies across much social media. Best to all!

Open Letter

“It’s what facebook is for, right?”

I recently posted a picture on my personal facebook page of myself in the Womxn’s March in Seattle. While I was walking, a discussion occurred on my celebratory picture about the merits and morals of the march. Many friends decided they could in no way support the act. When pointed out that I might feel shamed by their conclusions, the response was, “It’s what facebook is for, right?” In other words, you made it public with you...r picture, you opened yourself to our opinion.

When I write a novel, I open my hand and release it to the public. Across the world, it will be discussed, reviewed, ranked, praised, and disparaged. As the author, I can read the reviews or not, visit the boards or not, and choose to value or disregard the words.

On my Facebook Author Page, I post my own event news and what I find meaningful and relevant from the industry. There may be disagreement and opposing opinions, but it is regarding work I have released with the intention of discussion.

My personal page on Facebook is where I open my personal life. Here is where I share beauty I’ve seen, a hurt I’m holding, or joys in my life. I share that I marched. Friends and readers have the right to disagree. Yet, by friending me on Facebook, we are at a party together. I have just entered the room exultant, because with lupus and rheumatoid, I still was able to march. Considering the physical cost, I must have had deep reasons. At a party would you discuss among yourselves why it was wrong to march? While I’m standing there, without asking me why I did? I know these loving friends weren’t intending to hurt me. They were working out their own views. But it was on my picture.  

On a personal page, if you are able, rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those who mourn. If you can’t, and you want to stay at the party, don’t say anything. And if you feel compelled to speak, fair enough. Just hold the discussion on your page. Facebook is actual community. Our shoulders are touching. I hope this helps you understand. With my love, Lorie Ann

Saturday, December 31, 2016

New Year's Phoenix: Original Poem

New Year’s Phoenix

This morn
Clatter the blinds
Slash open
The glistened glass.
Lean out
Into the wet fog.
Breathe spirit.
Exhale frost.
Climb onto
The cold sash.
Crouch on aching
Haunches and
To the swaying feeder.
Drink red sweetness
Into lesioned cuts
Until they glisten
And pinions
Dive over dry brambles.
Wink crimson
Over gray thorns.
Pluck the horizon

Lorie Ann Grover, 2016

Thursday, December 1, 2016

One Minute till Bedtime: Blog Tour

I'm happy to be included in the Blog Tour orchestrated by Jackie Hosking. We are pausing to celebrate the release of One Minute till Bedtime, but also, we cheer a few additional poems from the included poets that didn't find their way on the pages. Here is mine, which may one day release as a board book. Wouldn't that be lovely? Enjoy the tour!

Dream Ball
by Lorie Ann Grover

Baby, I’ll:
Spin you a falling star gown;
Make rings, with dewdrops I found;        
Comb your hair with starlight earthbound;
Weave you a glitter snow crown;
Ask fireflies to glow all around;
Call loons to sing their sweet sounds;
And then,
we’ll dance on moonbeams to town.

Lorie Ann Grover, 2015

One Minute Till Bedtime Cover
One Minute till Bedtime
compiled by Kenn Nesbitt
illustrated by Christoph Niemann
Little Brown, 2016

Thursday, October 20, 2016


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So excited to be in this upcoming collection! Three starred reviews so far!


A substantial compilation of new poems for children by over 130 poets.
The opening salvo of former Children’s Poet Laureate Nesbitt’s hefty anthology of “60-second” poems designed to send children “off to sleep” lets the cat out of the bag as to what bedtime’s really about. Having performed basic end-of-day tasks (“Had a bath and / brushed my teeth; / those on top / and underneath”) and prepped for a good night’s sleep, Nesbitt’s speaker rejoices: “All that’s done; / at last I’m freed. / Finally, / it’s time to read.” Here, as throughout the collection, Niemann’s boldly inked drawing of a teddy bear’s free-fall dive into the waiting pool of an open book succinctly and suggestively captures the spirit of the accompanying poem—and, in this case, the entire anthology. Presented with over 140 new poems by many of today’s most prominent children’s poets (Mary Ann Hoberman, Margarita Engle, Jack Prelutsky, Ron Koertge, Nikki Grimes), readers are treated to lyric nighttime reflections on topics as disparate as relationships with favorite pets or grandparents, beloved “toasty, warm jammies,” and one’s blankie—“old and manky.” There’s also plenty of nonsense verse sure to inspire wild dreaming “on the road to morning.” These pithy poetic observations and Niemann’s engaging illustrations prove at once antidote and anodyne for the sleep-averse child demanding just one more….
A dreamy collection of bedtime poems and witty illustrations that’s anything but sleepy. (Poetry. 4-10)

"Toasty, warm jammies," is me!

Friday, October 14, 2016

#RocktheDrop for #TRW16

It's time to #RocktheDrop! Right now!!! Let's wrap up #TRW16 by leaving a YA book in a public place to be found and treasured. Here are your bookmarks. Full info here.

Show us your pic and post: #RocktheDrop and #TRW16. Happy #RocktheDrop to you and your community!