Author-illustrator C. G. Esperanza delivers a celebratory ode to graffiti and the Boogie Down Bronx through an infectious read-aloud beat and colorful illustrations that leap right off the page! Perfect for fans of Crown: An Ode to the Fresh Cut and Keith Haring. An NPR Best Book of the Year, ALSC Notable Children's Book of the Year, Odyssey Award winner, Pura Belpré Honor Award winner, New York City Book Award winner, and Audie Award finalist! The city is alive with vibrant art in every corner of the parks, the shops, the trains. But most people are too busy to see it—or worse, choose to ignore it! When three children stop to marvel at the art around their community, they realize it’s up to them to show everyone else how truly special it is when art and reality dance together so seamlessly. Boogie boogie, y’all. The city boogied all day. Busy, busy, busy, Till one kid stopped to say, Woah, woah, woah! Look at the art on the wall!

The city is alive with vibrant art in every corner of the parks, the shops, the trains. When three children stop to marvel at the art around their community, they realize it's up to them to show everyone else how truly special it is when art and reality dance together so seamlessly.

The Voice of the Blues brings together interviews with many pioneering blues men including Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Little Walter, Jimmy Reed, B.B. King, and many others.

There is a certain amount of unexpected boogie woogie in anyones life or business entitys fate. It is when the boogie woogie gets to be so serious that it is considered the ultimate; meaning, a continuous headache, heartache, or depressing stress that it swells your head in disbelief. ~~~ Symptoms of the Boogie Woogie Ultimate Blues ~~~ Your next door neighbor scoops your newspapers three mornings in a row, lie about it, but you have him on video. Your boss tells you that you are no longer needed at the office two days before Christmas. Your daughters boyfriend wrecked your car that she borrowed to run one errand that never got done. Your wife took $4,500 out of the joint checking account without informing you causing you to bounce three checks to very important creditors so embarrassing. The doctor called your house twice saying it was urgent that you come in an discuss options for the returned test results you are scared to death only to find out the laboratory mixed up your labs with someone elses. Your knees and wrists hurt for real. Your wife is talking about a divorce and leaving after having gone to the male strip joint three weekends in a row while you thought she was visiting her sick grandmother (she spent $3,000 of the $4,500 at the club). However, the most hurting of all is your best friend and dog died yesterday. The boogie woogie! Coping with the boogie woogie ultimate blues is a challenge, if you are not ready, you will be caught up Why? Because the boogie woogie just does not quit! The boogie woogie ultimate is the third in a series reflecting how people get caught up and it shares the fools, victims, and the curious folks point of view basically, an example of what others think and feel so when you get caught up; you will have a guide on what to do humorously and seriously. ------------------------------ BOOGIE WOOGIE III: The Ultimate

Boogie and Leon grew up next door to each other and became fast friends through a hole in the fence. Boogie is a worrier and a Daschund, while Leon is a happy-go-lucky Golden Retriever with a very kind heart. They visit the dog park where they meet up with their other friends, Sammy, a Beagle, and Colleen, an Irish Setter. They also meet Butch, a former guard dog who is now a pet, but he is not happy about it! In fact, Butch has become a grouch. See what happens when the dogs enter the annual Halloween costume contest. If you're looking for adventure, Boogie and Leon will delight you! Johna Kent started writing when she acquired a Bassett Hound named Walter. He was her first dog after being owned by cats most of her life. She was intrigued by how Walter saw life from only a foot off the ground, and started getting ideas for writing a book series about dogs. She is a pharmacist by profession and lives in Central California. Publisher's website: http: //sbpra.com/JohnaKen

Prologue Spring, Colorado, 1981 ONE of the severest winters in North American history exploded in a cataclysm of spring madness: rushing water, melting snow and ice thundered down the Colorado Rocky Mountains rearranging the high country and lowlands beyond recognition. Boulders torn from the warming earth crashed into trees; revised river courses and blocked creeks. Acres of uprooted pine littered the valley floors, glistened in the March sunshine. Yet this insanity had ended swiftly when nature blew away her winter temper and the warm Chinook winds breathed merciful life into the devastation. Stunned, mountain animals moved through the ruins like humans after a bombing raid: mooching ill tempered among the debris they scavenged for food; beavers utilised fallen timber to build underwater lodges away from the grizzly he-bear who lived on Devil Mountain! Named for its twin horned peaks, Devil Mountain was a fourteen thousand feet colossus dominating the wilderness with incomparable magnificence. Situated on the eastern fringe of the Roan Plateau skirting the Arapaho National Forest, it dwarfed everything. Billions of tons of impregnable landmass gouged from the earth’s core before the Ice Age had merged into a vast tangle of rock sweeping savagely to the sky; thrusting from the morass the mammoth devil-horns soared forever upward beyond the clouds. A terrifying presence plagued by the cruellest elements, Devil Mountain was shrouded with superstition of missing men who had ventured too high, was loathed, feared for the he-bear who prowled its awesome spaces. Like his mountain home the grizzly was majestic. Eight hundred pound Titan, he was the supreme power among animals. Eight feet tall on powerful hind legs, his call would fill the big country and meadows below warning of his dominance and perpetual anger. Nor did he like Man, or male lion from the nearby box canyon constantly urged by his mate to reclaim old territory from the he-bear. There had been friction between bear and cats since their arrival four seasons ago. Dismissing his enemies, he hurried along the wind line, the heady pleasure of his old female’s smell strong in his nostrils. She would be with the two cubs. Unlike other males, he loved his family. Above, a female eagle planed over the valley surveying winter’s legacy and land creatures eluding the he-bear. She’d watch awhile before collecting her mate: like the bear, she too had opposition in the box canyon where her mate flew with a new female from the south. Cresting a rise the grizzly bounded into the pine forest tottering on the steep approaches to his mountain. Totally his mountain! Born there, he had lived, loved and hunted through the seasons there, and one day would lie down and rest there. Forever! But today he was jubilant as spring fever arose from the ashes of winter: thawed ice and snow promised an abundance of fish and beaver and tiny the tiny roots he craved, but most of all the return of his mate and cubs. Stopping to fish in the creek dissecting the scrub below the mountain, he became excited at the thought of seeing her and the cubs. He knew they’d come to play here below the big timber and his mountain home. A stiff wind flung their scent. Growling approval he galloped off, his great bulk hurdling nimbly over the fallen pine. Moving to the far edge of the forest where the ground fell sharply into a narrow defile bordering the scrub, he stopped at a familiar odour: Man with his loud instrument of death was stalking his family. Off wind line they would not detect his smell. Climbing a tree, he saw them romping in a fold of the ground farther along the creek. His warning cry was reduced to a moan as they failed to hear. Jumping down he stood on his hind legs, angrily beat his chest with his paws, roar echoing defiantly throughout the valley. Enjoying her offspring his mate never heard. With enormous strides leapt over the defile and bounded towards the fold in the land. Arr

After his father’s murder, Boogie is thrust into taking over the family business and hellbent on revenge, no matter the cost… While most young people are just getting their footing in life, 24-year-old Bryshon "Boogie" Tolliver is already being groomed to be a boss by his father, Barry Tolliver. At first, he's not so sure he wants to take his father's place in the family business. He has dreams of being the most prominent chef in New York. However, things change when Barry is murdered in cold blood and everything he built is left at Boogie's feet. Gone are those chef dreams, replaced with a new resolve to prove himself worthy of upholding his father's legacy. Boogie takes his rightful place at the table of the Five Families of New York and is quickly taken under the wing of Caesar, the head of the organization. Known as The Godfather's Godfather, Caesar shows Boogie what it takes to be a boss. The deeper in Boogie gets, the more obsessed he becomes with finding his father's murderer. When all signs point to the person Boogie knows is untouchable, he'll do anything to even the score, even if it costs him his seat at the table.