Being Passively Pesky: or How Sarah Gives Thanks Finally got into Paperback

“It’s about damn time!” –Sarah Josepha Hale

On July 26, 2010, I received a long-anticipated email from the publisher Albert Whitman & Company. The first word in the body text was “YES.” My heart leapt. After more than four years of trying, after laboring over a slew of unsold manuscripts, and after receiving a drawer full of rejection letters, I had finally gotten a book deal.

Reading that emailed “YES” was—and still is—the happiest moment of my professional life.

Two years later Sarah Gives Thanks hit shelves. It was the true story of Sarah Josepha Hale, the woman who tirelessly advocated for a National Day of Thanksgiving.

The first hardcover printing of 4,000 sold out quickly. A second printing was arranged, and while that batch of books didn’t sell as well (‘tis difficult to generate interest in a Thanksgiving book when the second printing wasn’t ready until December), the title did respectable business each fall.

BTW: David Gardner’s illustrations made this book amazing!

Throughout the second print run, I would often get inquiries, mostly from moms and teachers, asking when the book would be out in paperback. I had no idea as to the answer, but was happy for the question; it signaled that Sarah would have a healthy paperback existence once the hardcover sales ran its course. I referred the moms and teachers to Albert Whitman’s editors; if anyone knew the timeline for the paperback it was probably them.

It turned out that the editors did know the timeline for a Sarah Gives Thanks paperback, and that time was never.

I’m sure they had their reasons, but I was gobsmacked nonetheless. Despite my best and repeated efforts to persuade AW&Co. otherwise, the book went out of print in 2017.

This broke my heart.

I partly distracted myself from the bad news by being busy. 2017 was a good year in my kid lit career; I was writing the Prince Not-So Charming chapter book series as well as working with Macmillan editors on the final touches of my second picture book, Everybody’s Favorite Book.

But Sarah Gives Thanks mattered to me in a way those other titles didn’t. Maybe it was because Sarah was my first book. Maybe it was because Sarah was my only nonfiction book. Or maybe Sarah mattered so much to me because Sarah Josepha Hale was just too awesome a person to be relegated to the sidelines of American history.

The more I had researched Sarah, the more I loved her. I admired her grit and intelligence and business acumen. I adored her efforts to use her influence to persuade America to be a better and kinder and more educated nation.

With my book out of print, I’d no longer have opportunities to sing her praises.

But then something unexpected happened. Years after the book was no longer available for purchase, people started emailing me about it. They wondered where they could find a spare copy.

At first, I commiserated with them, “So sorry,” I’d say, “but Sarah Gives Thanks is no longer in print.”

But as the email queries continued, the opportunistic side of my brain began to take over. I tweaked my reply. I’d still tell them that Sarah Gives Thanks was out of print, but then I’d suggest they contact the publisher directly to see if they had “spare copies in the warehouse.”

I knew there were no spare copies in Albert Whitman’s warehouse, but I figured if enough emails made their way to the editors, it might lead them to recognize there was still demand for the book.

Then another unexpected thing happened. Each year when Thanksgiving rolled around, podcasters would reach out and ask me to be a guest. They didn’t care that Sarah was out of print, they just wanted suitable holiday-themed content for their shows. I was the Thanksgiving guy.

You can listen to one of my interviews here.

After each podcast aired, I would send a link to Albert Whitman with a note saying something along the lines of: “Hey! Sarah’s still getting some love! Woo!” I’d let the publisher draw its own conclusions about how much free publicity its long-out-of-print book was still generating.

The podcasts had the added benefit of generating new waves of Sarah interest from listeners. They emailed me, wondering where they could find a spare copy of Sarah Give Thanks.

I would suggest they contact the publisher directly to see if they had spare copies in the warehouse.

I didn’t know if these maneuvers were doing anything to change hearts and minds at Albert Whitman, I was just happy to be doing something.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was a recent query from a South Dakota homeschooling company that wanted to include Sarah in its second grade curriculum. After a very cordial email exchange with the company’s founder, I suggested that Albert Whitman might be persuaded to do a Sarah reprint if his needs were significant enough to warrant one.

Three weeks later, an AW&Co editor sent me an email with the subject line “GOOD NEWS.” It was official, after seven years of passive pestering, there was going to be a Sarah paperback.

Reading that email ranks as the second happiest moment of my professional life.  

Sarah Gives Thanks will be out on August 7, and is now available for preorder. Do consider picking up a copy for yourself or the Thanksgiving fan in your life. If you already have a copy of the book, please consider leaving a review.

I really want to get the word out about this.

Fans of Sarah Josepha Hale got this book back into print and I cannot even begin to properly express the full extent of my gratitude. All I can say is thank you. From this point on I promise to do whatever’s necessary to keep Sarah’s story from falling back into obscurity.

Harold’s Hat

Our hero.
Our hero.

The charming Susanna Leonard Hill is holding a blog contest, and I’m giving it a go.

The rules, in Susanna’s own words: “Write a children’s story, in poetry or prose, maximum 400 words about the Fourth of July in which a secret is revealed or a mystery is solved!”

Fourth of July? Mystery? My first idea was The Mystery of the Missing Fingers.

But better judgment prevailed.

Enjoy!

UPDATE: I am delighted to report that Harold’s Hat was the winner of the 2014 Highlights for Children Fiction Contest!

Please be aware, however, that the winning story is quite different from the one posted below.  If you want to read the winning story, you’re gonna have to get a copy of Highlights. (You should do this, by the way. That mag is awesome.)

AN UPDATE TO THE UPDATE: It’s official: Harold’s Hat will appear in the July 2015 issue of Highlights for Children. Feel free to camp out next to your newsstand now!

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HAROLD’S HAT

By Mike Allegra

The day was here! Finally!

Parades!

Hot dogs!

Swimming!

Fireworks!

Oh, and there was also The Hat.

Harold could hardly think of The Hat without saying, “Mwah-ha-ha!”

He’ll show that Betsy Lominzer, that’s for sure.

Last year Betsy wore a special Fourth of July hat to the town parade – a nice one that had flashing lights and a cup holder for her lemonade.

Harold asked if he could try it on and she said no. Not even for one teeny, tiny little milisecond.

“Fine,” thought Harold. “I’ll show you next year.”

And, well…Mwah-ha-ha!

The Hat took Harold six months to build. He kept it out of harm’s way in his closet.

At least he thought he did.

It must be out of harm’s way in his toy box.

Hm.

Out of harm’s way in his dresser?

Um…

Under the bed? Behind the hamper? In the closet again, just to make sure?

“MOOOOOOOM!”

“Whaaaat?” Mom was trying to light the barbecue.

“Have you seen My Hat? The one with the red, white and blue glitter, and the flashing lights, and the siren, and the cup holder?”

“No,” she replied. “Where on earth did you get…? ”

“DAAAAAAAD!”

“Too loud!” Dad was pouring chlorine in the pool.

“Have you seen My Hat? The one with the battery powered waving flag action and the cannons that shoot sparks?”

“You have a hat that shoots sparks?” Dad asked. “That could be a fire haz­–”

“BIIIIIIILLY!”

“Ba!” Billy was sucking on his foot.

“Have you seen My Hat? The one with the megaphone and the solar powered jukebox that plays a medley of Sinatra songs when you push a red button on the brim?”

“Do-be-do-be-do,” Billy said.

Wait. That wasn’t Billy.

Harold followed the do-bes to Sparky’s doghouse and found him swooning to Sinatra’s crooning.

The hat was safe and sound.

“Good boy.”

Off to the parade! Off to find Betsy Lominzer! Mwah-ha-ha!

But…well…Betsy’s hat had improved a bit since last year.

It had improved quite a lot, actually.

“Wow! Can I try on your hat for just one teeny, tiny, little millisecond?” Harold asked.

“No,” Betsy Lominzer replied.

“Fine!” thought Harold. “I’ll show you next year.”

In an instant, Harold’s mind filled with new and exciting ideas. A bigger hat. A better hat. The Best Hat Ever.

His lips curled into a smile.

“Mwah-ha-ha!” he said.