tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68039851891605023292024-03-04T23:12:05.275-05:00The Open BookExploring Children’s Books for Librarians, Teachers, and ParentsLucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-84564503262426983272013-10-15T18:44:00.000-04:002013-10-15T18:44:55.710-04:00Dog Heroes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
During World War I, Great Britain and other European countries used dogs at the battlefront. Many dogs are loyal and smart, have keen eyesight, and an excellent sense of smell. They can be trained for many useful purposes. In the war, most dogs were used for carrying messages, but some were trained<br />
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Training for dogs deemed fit for service took place over a period of about six weeks. They were trained to heel, to sit, and to stay silent. Using their sense of smell and vision, Mercy Dogs were trained to search for wounded soldiers, return to their handlers and then lead emergency workers to the soldier. They carried medical supplies and water so that those who were conscious could begin treatment. The dogs were trained to ignore dead soldiers. Mercy Dogs were used only in World War I since their services were not needed when armies stopped trench warfare. However, dogs continue to be trained today in the military to perform such tasks as searching for explosives and drugs.<br />
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<b style="font-style: italic;">Darling: Mercy Dog of World War I </b>(written by Alison Hart, illustrated by Michael G. Montgomery; Peachtree, 2013) is part of the series “Dog Chronicles.” Middle graders will be fascinated by the dogs and will learn a great deal of history as well. Next in the series is <b><i>Murphy: Gold Rush Dog</i></b>.<br />
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From the time she was a little girl, Helen Keller loved dogs. Growing up deaf and blind, Helen Keller’s dogs were a window to the world. When Annie Sullivan entered Helen’s life, her world went from “darkness into the light.” In fact, Helen Keller learned thirty words the first day of Sullivan’s breakthrough using the technique of finger spelling and experience. Helen even tried to teach her dog Belle how to finger spell.<br />
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Helen Keller and Annie Sullivan are featured in <i><b>Helen Keller’s Best Friend Belle </b></i>(written by Holly M. Barry, illustrated by Jennifer Thermes; Whitman, 2013).<br />
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Award-winning author and artist Debra Frasier brings us <i style="font-weight: bold;">Spike, the Ugliest Dog in the Universe </i>(Simon & Schuster, 2013). The story shows the young reader that courage, loyalty, and intelligence are much more important that appearance. Frasier’s art is composed of paper, used clothing, and worn blue jean pieces. You have to see it to believe it!<br />
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Poet Meg Kearney and Caldecott Honor artist E. B Lewis combine their talents in <i style="font-weight: bold;">Trouper</i> (Scholastic, 2013), the story of a rescued shelter dog who is passed by for adoption because he has only three legs. Based on a true rescue story--Wilma Snyder.<br />
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Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-60993782408452115832013-10-15T18:21:00.000-04:002013-10-15T18:21:03.566-04:00Don Brown at St. Christopher's School<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Interested in some great nonfiction? Author/illustrator Don Brown creates terrific, well-researched books about "people with passion." Describing stunt pilot Ruth Law, astronaut Neil Armstrong, adventurer Alice Ramsey, American Revolution patriot Henry Knox, etc., etc., Mr. Brown's books take young readers into fascinating, inspiring lives. His newest book, <i><b>The Dust Bowl</b></i>, presents that frightening episode in American history in graphic novel format. Kids love Brown's unique visual formats.</div>
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Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-56908346073024171002013-10-10T16:16:00.000-04:002013-10-10T16:16:00.494-04:00Featured Authors at Teen '13<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<img alt="Macadoo of the Maury River" src="http://img1.imagesbn.com/p/9780763637668_p0_v2_s114x166.JPG" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Gigi Amateau has new book out. <i><b>Macadoo of the Maury River </b></i>is the second in her <i>Horses of the Maury River s</i>eries (following <b><i>Chancey</i></b>). I always admit that animal books are not my favorite things, but I always love Gigi's. Her writing is so lyrical and beautiful, whether the characters are people, horses, or probably even snakes, I would want to read about them. (I do hope she stays with horses rather than snakes though.) <i>Candlewick, 2013</i></span><br />
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<img alt="Brotherhood" src="http://img1.imagesbn.com/p/9780670014392_p0_v1_s114x166.JPG" /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A. B. Westrick's <i><b>Brotherhood</b></i> is a fascinating look at the Reconstruction period in Richmond. Shad, a teenage boy, follows his older brother into membership in the Ku Klux Klan. There are no easy answers as the family struggles through that difficult time. Complicated by his friendship with a group of African-American children, Shad finds himself challenged on many fronts as he tries to figure out how to handle his conflicting relationships. <i>Viking, 2013</i></span><br />
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Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-77218340769471471582013-10-09T20:03:00.000-04:002013-10-09T20:06:45.027-04:00Teen '13 Book and Author Party<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If you read YA, work with tweens or teenagers, or know teen readers, do not miss <b>Teen '13</b>! A fabulous lineup of YA authors will be at the Richmond Public Library, ready to meet you and tell you about their terrific new books. The event takes place on Thursday, October 17, from 6-8:30 pm, at the Richmond Public Library, 101 East Franklin Street, Richmond, VA. It's free and open to the public, so bring your friends, your children (of an appropriate age), and their friends, too.<br />
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"The Richmond Public Library invites book fans of all ages to meet and mingle with fifteen Virginia authors of books for children and young adults. Enjoy a night of refreshments, book sales and signings, prize raffles and more. <br />
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Meet featured authors: Aimee Agresti, Gigi Amateau, Hannah Barnaby, Susann Cokal, Kathryn Erskine, Lana Krumwiede, Meg Medina, Elisa Nader, Erica Orloff, Valerie O. Patterson, Madelyn Rosenberg, Sarah Sullivan, Steve Watkins, A.B. Westrick, and Sylvia Whitman.<br />
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Book donations will be accepted for the Rappahannock Juvenile Detention Center.<br />
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For information, email us at teen13valit@gmail.com, follow us on Twitter at #teen13valit, and "like" our Facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/events/193283700840625/"<br />
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Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-66492243014746119062013-05-05T17:24:00.000-04:002013-05-05T17:24:10.613-04:00Platypus Police Squad by Jarrett Krosoczka<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<img src="http://blogs.slj.com/afuse8production/files/2012/10/PlatypusPoliceSquad.jpg" />Leave it to Jarrett Krosoczka to come up with the idea of a mystery with a platypus as a policeman. A platypus is funny in and of itself; making it the star of a wacky crime story takes the humor potential even higher. <i><b>Lunch Lady</b></i> fans can rejoice because Krosoczka has developed another winning hero in Rick Zengo. Zengo has to prove himself to his partner, veteran policeplatypus Corey O'Malley, but evenutally Zengo tracks the clues and runs down the villains to solve the case of <i style="font-weight: bold;">The Frog Who Croaked. </i>Longer and more text heavy than the <i><b>Lunch Lady</b></i> series, <i><b>Platypus Police Squad</b></i> is an excellent bridge book for kids who love graphic novels and are ready for a slightly more challenging reading than <b><i>LL</i></b>. The action is fast-paced but gentle. The police use boomerangs and the thieves are dealing in synthetic fish. The story would make a great family read aloud. Don't miss <b><i>The Frog Who Croaked,</i></b> and be on the lookout for future entries in the <i><b>Platypus Police Squad </b></i>series--Lucinda Whitehurst.<br />
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Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-32384712360487360992013-04-14T14:40:00.000-04:002013-04-14T14:40:02.971-04:00Mac Barnett at St. Christopher's School<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Mac Barnett is the author of the <b><i>Brixton Brothers </i></b>mystery series and picture books such as <i><b>Extra Yarn</b></i> (a Caldecott Honor book), <b><i>Chloe and the Lion, Billy Twitters and His Blue Whale Problem, Oh No!, Guess Again,</i></b> and many others. He is an inventive and original writer as well an a highly entertaining speaker. He was a big hit with both the students and the teachers. If you are looking for high-interest, boy-friendly books, be sure to check out all the wonderful Mac Barnett titles!--Lucinda Whitehurst.<br />
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<img height="200" src="http://img2.imagesbn.com/p/9780763658595_p0_v1_s260x420.JPG" width="132" /><b><i>Yaqui Delgado Wants to Kick Your Ass</i></b>! The title grabs your attention, then the story wins your heart. Meg Medina takes a different direction with her newest title, a contemporary story with none of the magical elements found in her other novels, such as the lyrical <i><b>The Girl Who Could Silence the Wind</b></i> (Candlewick, 2012). Yaqui is a bully and Piddy is her victim, but one strength of this amazing book is the characterization. We get to glimpse Yaqui's frustrations as well as Piddy's responses. Refreshingly, the adult characters are as fully-realized as the YA protagonists. Piddy is by no means perfect, but she does not deserve the treatment she receives. Following her path as she avoids school, lies to teachers, lashes out at her mother, and seeks comfort with a boyfriend allows us to see parts of life many people keep hidden. Medina writes with feeling and honesty. She offers hope for targeted teens, as well as insight into their tormentors--Lucinda Whitehurst. <br />
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Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-48460125162240344552013-03-15T18:48:00.000-04:002013-03-15T18:48:05.989-04:00YA Spotlight: Historical Fiction<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><i>Come August, Come Freedom</i></b> by Gigi Amateau (Candlewick, 2012) tells the story of Gabriel Prosser, an African-American slave who organized an uprising in Virginia in 1800. Amateau researched Prosser extensively, then took the pieces she discovered in primary sources and fashioned them into a gripping portrait of a complex man. Who would Gabriel be to take on such a mission in his time and place? What events would take someone from dreaming about freedom to organizing a full-scale rebellion? Amateau creates a believable, thrilling version of events that examines human motivation beyond the bare bones of the court records. </div>
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Ruta Sepetys' first book, <b><i>Between Shades of Gray</i></b>, was a outstanding debut. She returns with another historical fiction title, but one that is completely different in setting and tone. <b style="font-style: italic;">Out of the Easy </b>(Philomel, 2013)<b style="font-style: italic;"> </b>takes us to 1950s New Orleans. Josie Moraine is the daughter of a prostitute. Her part-time job is cleaning up the brothel and doing errands for the madam, Willie. Raised in this world, Josie accepts it but is not eager to embrace it. Sepetys is particularly good in catching the rhythms of her characters. The setting is another star here--the mixture of grit, glamour, truth, and deception that Josie sees each day is unforgettable. Things begin to change when Josie makes a friend who is everything Josie wishes she could be--a college girl with a respectable family. Sepetys' characters are multi-dimensional however, and most are not all good or bad. Discovering the many layers within each person is one of the great pleasures of <i><b>Out of the Easy.</b></i><br />
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Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-22411729899663627862013-03-15T11:40:00.001-04:002013-03-15T11:40:54.607-04:00 YA Spotlight: For fans of The Help--The Dry Grass of August<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Do you know YA or adult readers who loved Kathryn Stockett's <i><b>The Help</b></i>? Tell them about <b><i>The Dry Grass of August</i></b> by Anna Jean Mayhew (Kensington Books, 2011). <br />
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In August, 1954, thirteen-year-old June travels with her mother, sisters, and Mary, their black maid, from their home in Charlotte, N.C., to Florida and back through Georgia. Mayhew explores the complex relationships between white children and black maids. June gets more genuine love and affection from Mary than from her parents, but the relationship always is a bit guarded. Despite their closeness, June and Mary are restricted by societal roles and expectations. Mary knows "her place," and changes her manner for survival in various circumstances. Mary's deference to white people initially is confusing to June, but during the trip June sees more of how the larger world treats black people. A tragedy forces June to face the terrible truths about her family and her way of life. Signs of coming change are everywhere once June begins to look. At one point, June and her older sister Stella argue about Mary. June says, "But she was our friend," and Stella replies, "We paid her to be."<br />
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Although this book is not written specifically for a YA audience, teens and adults will appreciate June's, and Mary's, journey--Lucinda Whitehurst<br />
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Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-24469386034136542452013-03-10T16:56:00.000-04:002013-03-10T16:59:38.690-04:00JMU Picture Book Presentation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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November brought <b><i>Reached</i></b>, the conclusion to the series Ally Condie began with <b><i>Matched</i></b> and continued with <b><i>Crossed</i></b>. Like Suzanne Collins and Veronica Roth, Condie imagines a future society that is recognizable to us, but in which the government is taking a highly active role in determining the course of individual lives. <br />
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Teens and adults both love these books and it is not difficult to understand why. The issues Condie tackles matter to everyone--in whom or what can we believe (who is the Pilot?); how can we express ourselves (can we all be Poets or artists?); and how can we be healed (where is the Physic?). As a unit, the three books take readers on an exciting, adventurous journey. They are a pleasure to read simply for the plot, but Condie goes deeper. Her characters are complicated people who grow and change. They demand and engage the reader's attention and involvement. Match up, cross over, and reach out. Do not miss these books--Lucinda Whitehurst.<br />
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<i>(Matched, 2010; Crossed, 2011; Reached 2012; all Dutton/Penguin)</i><br />
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CHANUKAH LIGHTS (a pop-up Robert Sabuda from Candlewick Press)<u></u><u></u></div>
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SAILING THE UNKNOWN: Around the World with Captain Cook (Creative Editions, starred review from Kirkus)<u></u><u></u></div>
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Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-42902979479028027322012-11-11T13:44:00.002-05:002012-11-11T13:44:53.958-05:00IQ Kitty Hawk by Roland Smith<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-53587613578563759512012-09-30T18:36:00.001-04:002012-11-04T14:50:19.101-05:00Freakling by Lana Krumwiede<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Everyone in Taemon's city possesses psi, an ability that lets them control objects with their minds. Taemon's mind, however, works differently. He can see into the very nature of things, and use that knowledge in powerful ways. His parents are worried about his unusual talent and want him to keep quiet. People are watching both Taemon and his brother Yens, people who want to use the boys for their own dangerous purposes. </div>
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Richmond author Lana Krumwiede makes a strong debut with <i><b>Freakling</b></i>. Her fantasy world is well-imagined, drawing readers in with elements of the familiar enlivened by dashes of magic or science, depending on your viewpoint. A colony of people without psi provide a refuge for Taemon, but when his friend Amma's family is threatened, Taemon realizes that no place is really safe. Taemon's journey is both physical and psychological as he tries to discover the source of his power and determine where his responsibilities lie--Lucinda Whitehurst.</div>
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In conjunction with the exhibit, this Saturday, May 12, authors Gigi Amateau and Meg Medina will be speaking at 1:00 pm. You don't want to miss it! </div>
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I was honored to take part in this special event. My essay appears below. Come by Saturday and savor <b>all </b>the essays--Lucinda Whitehurst.</div>
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<i>A Wrinkle in Time</i>
is celebrating its 50<sup>th</sup> anniversary this year. Madeleine L’Engle’s groundbreaking novel may seem
almost quaint in today’s teenage literary world, replete with dystopian
landscapes and paranormal relationships.
For an almost-teen girl in the mid-1970s, however, <i>A Wrinkle in Time</i> was a revelation.</div>
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I have a nice family, kind, smart people known for their
community spirit and willingness to help others. As a child, I often wondered how I fit in. I did not want always to think of others
first. At times I felt selfish and
self-centered. Along came Meg Murray,
stubborn, impatient and angry. Her
mother was brilliant and beautiful but Meg could not keep her shirt tucked or
her hair tidy. She got in fights and
spoke angrily to adults who suggested that her father had abandoned the family. Meg was a heroine with whom I could
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The story’s subject matter fascinated me. Time travel books were and remain some of my
favorite literary choices. L’Engle
combines science and religion in her books in a way that simultaneously answers
and creates questions about the possibilities of our world. For me, L’Engle goes a long way in settling
debate when she explains that science changes our thinking about God, but does
not change God. Like Meg, we struggle
against our own limitations. When Meg
has flashes of comprehension she cannot quite articulate, I feel kinship, not
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Meg searches for her father, certain that finding him will
solve all of her problems. Again L’Engle
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intelligent human but he is not omnipotent. I read the book at exactly the age
children begin to assert themselves outside of their parents’ influence. Meg showed me that feeling was okay, maybe
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Meg does not succeed by being the prettiest, the smartest,
or the nicest. She accepts her faults,
she accepts herself, and finds the courage to succeed by being her best
self. Her stubbornness means she will
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Meg was a heroine who spoke to me. She was rude to a teacher (I would never!),
she got into fights (I would only think about that); she expressed doubts about
her parents (most kids do at some point); but in the end, she was one who saved
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">GA: I think maybe what I was fiddling with was a thought about using haiku in daily life—regular people keeping a regular practice of intentionally connecting to themselves, the world, other people through the keeping of, say, a haiku notebook. I realized through our discussion here that twice in my life—when my grammy passed away in 2007 and when my best old dog passed away two years later—I wrote haiku every day for no reason other than my heart just hurt so badly that I needed some way to notice something other than my own grief. So, even though I was writing haiku about the river or catbirds or bufflehead they were full of everything that was in me at that time including just horrendous sorrow and longing for my grammy and then my dog, Blackberry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">MJR: Beautiful. Heartrending. And, coincidentally (or not), I began writing haiku right after my father died. Almost immediately. Out of the blue. I started devouring books on the subject. Reading too quickly, then going back to read one or two a day. Haiku seemed to be the only vessel sized for the concentration I could muster. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">MJR: Or anchored. Yes. What are we told to do at the start of a yoga class? Leave everything else at the door. Clear the mind and focus simply on the linking of breath and movement. Fixity of attention—that’s what it’s about. When we offer that to another person, it’s love. When we offer it to ourselves…it can be a held position, a kinesthetic image of our body in space. It can be a haiku, a calmness…so that the choppy water of time becomes still, mirror-like, allowing us to see something clearly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">GA: When I read <i>The Cuckoo’s Haiku</i>, I also get a similar sort of feeling—that what I’m reading is a full, heartfelt, complex, and intimate encounter with some of my favorite birds: the Barred Owl, the Cedar Waxwing, the Pileated Woodpecker, and my BFF, the American Crow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">MJR: I appreciate that very much, although I don’t want to overplay my accomplishments or overinflate the idea of apt observation as a beauty in and of itself. It’s the entire enterprise of writing the haiku that affords me that greater awareness. All the haiku about birds as a book, at least to me, creates a vital sense of participating as an animal among other animals—birds, in particular, in this case. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">GA: I like that idea, too, of “participating as an animal among other animals.” I am a big fan of crows. Once my sister and I were about to walk into a pretty rough bar and a crow swooped down and made that “uh-uh” call. Long story as to WHY we were headed in there, but the short version is the crow’s call was a nice little warning and we got out of there without any trouble. Plus, I always have the feeling that the crows in my neighborhood know everybody and look out for us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">MJR: Splendid idea for a book, that notion of the crows knowing you all. And I, too, love to flirt with the idea of the pathetic fallacy, that idea that nature <i>does </i>present things to reflect and echo our feelings. The notion of the crow offering you that “uh oh,” sound, suggests that you needed to hear that. You were predisposed to hear it as that expression rather than “ha ha,” or “grek crek,” or any other words or phonemes you might have assigned it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">GA: Oh goodness, there is nothing like writing with a dog beneath your desk. Blackberry had her spot there and she would let me tuck my toes into her coat. Biscuit is just three years old, but now she’s coming around to liking to hang out in my office—definitely, as you say, a blessed life. Speaking of blessings: Michael, thank you, again, for sharing your time and ideas about haiku with me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">MJR: Honestly, it’s a great pleasure to share the passion for writing, for haiku, in particular. Especially with a kindred spirit! Our exchange reminds me how poetry, any kind, is practiced as a special pastime or journal or place for emotions for many, many people…who never dream of sharing it. Or reading others’! Why isn’t there the interest, the small investment in reaching across the not-so-great distance, to empathize with or appreciate another’s crafted words. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">MJR: Yes, this month, <i><b>Running with Trains, A Novel in Poetry and Two Voices </b></i>comes out. It’s a sustained set of poems spoken by two boys in 1969 and 1970. One, Steve, is on a farm, shuttling his herd of cows back and forth between barn and pastures, watching the train that cuts across his property; he longs to travel. The other, Perry, is aboard that train, shuttling twice a week between the two places he knows as home; he longs to be settled. Their lives intersect for a brief moment, and each comes away with different perceptions about the other’s “ideal” life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">And I set the story in that particularly tumultuous year of change and unrest. The year, not coincidentally by any means, that</span><i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;"> I </i><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15pt;">was the age of the middle-school readers for whom the book is geared.</span></div>
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</div>Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-16550258790249411332012-04-12T15:45:00.000-04:002012-04-12T15:45:52.885-04:00Michael J. Rosen for Poetry Month, Part 1<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>April is National Poetry Month, and to celebrate we have a wonderful guest blogger! Gigi Amateau is the author of <b><i>Claiming Georgia Tate, Chancey of the Maury River, A Certain Strain of Peculiar</i></b>, and the upcoming <i><b>Come August, Come Freedom: The Bellows, The Gallows, and The Black General Gabriel</b></i>.<br />
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Gigi kindly agreed to interview poet Michael J. Rosen for this special edition of <i><b>The Open Book</b></i>. Part 1 of the interview appears today; look for Part 2 early next week. Happy Poetry Month, everyone!--Lucinda Whitehurst<br />
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GA: Thanks so much for talking about haiku with me for Poetry Month! I<br />
love haiku so much. Two of your books – <i><b>The Cuckoo’s Haiku</b></i> and <b><i>The </i></b><b><i>Hound Dog’s Haiku</i></b> – are proudly on display in our family library right now. Not only on display, but actively in use. Ours is a household of birders and haiku- and hound-dog lovers, so what a treat to have the<br />
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</tbody></table>chance to ask you a few questions about your work and the craft.<br />
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MJR: Please invite me over…. <grin> I mean, do you know how impossible it is to imagine my work actually in any place other than a bookstore or my mother’s coffee table? I don’t know if other authors feel this way…but the “reader” is such an abstract concept—at least, humility seems to be a requisite for me: a means of imagining the isolation needed to just work without anyone looking on.<br />
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GA: I read a wonderful interview in <b><i>Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast</i></b> wherein you described the meditative nature of composing haiku. Could you say more about that and how a devotion to writing or reading haiku—a haiku practice, maybe?—might help people in today’s crazy-busy world?<br />
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MJR: I suppose the first thing to get out of the way is the dismissive perception that haiku is “a little poem that goes 5, 7, 5.” That’s like saying choreography goes right, left, up, or down. Or that painting just combines red, blue, and yellow.<br />
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GA: Awesome! Be gone, dismissive perception.<br />
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MJR: Granted, a haiku is a small poem. Granted, the widely practiced adaptation (some would say, corruption) of this Japanese form into English establishes a particular syllable count for each of three lines.<br />
So that’s the shape of the vessel—think of it as a blown-glass orb—that contains not just air, but the breath of the creator. So…poet as glassblower.<br />
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This metaphor of a small glass orb really works for me, now that I’ve stumbled on it. A glassblower usually creates that bubble in the molten bead of glass with one steady breath. A haiku, too, is often thought of as one gesture, one sustained expression.<br />
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GA: I like that a lot: “one steady breath.” It deemphasizes the rigidity of a syllable count and makes a haiku seem more like capturing a specific moment. One full breath.<br />
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MJR: Capturing, as you say, but also releasing, relinquishing the poem into the reader’s mind.<br />
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GA: Yes, of course, that makes perfect sense. Again like a breath – capturing and releasing, the inhale and exhale.<br />
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MJR: More about that later.<br />
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Agreed: Syllable count is just the opponent to keep you on your game. It doesn’t offer anything intrinsically. At least to me. It simply creates a volume wherein the pressure is increased. So the syllables suggest a movement that is captured in three dependent but self-sufficient lines.<br />
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It’s a form that presents something you’ve “gathered”— think of wildflowers—to the reader, but in a bouquet. Not a fussy arrangement, but presented…all the stems beneath the fist, all the dead flowers pinched off, the leaves trimmed back…whatever’s needed to best reveal what is present.<br />
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But back to the glass orb. It suggests fragility. And, if I can overextend that metaphor even further, let’s say that orb is translucent, refractive, reflective, so that an image of the outer, outside world, in a certain light, if held just so, is reflected on its surface. In other words, the viewer of the orb (the reader) sees his or her own reflection surrounded with whatever surrounding seasonal elements…at the instant this orb/poem is passed into his or her hand.<br />
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GA: Michael, with that you’ve brought some clarity to haiku for me. Now that you articulate the role of the viewer or reader, I get it a little better, and this really resonates with me as a reader of haiku. For example, one of my favorites is this, translated from Issa: <i>Don’t worry spider, I keep house casually</i>. He wrote it in 1821, but nearly 200 years later, this small poem is pretty much our family mantra. We literally recite it to our spider-friends when we happen to catch a glimpse of them indoors.<br />
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MJR: Lucky spiders!<br />
Yes, to try to clarify this again: I’m trying to suggest that the words of a haiku create a surface in which the reader’s perspective or presence is an essential part. A completion.<br />
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That out of the way—or in it!—onto your question. It sounds as if your use of the phrase “haiku practice” echoes the idea of a yoga practice, with the sense that some of the same desired outcomes might be realized in both.<br />
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GA: Yes, that’s what I was thinking of exactly! With a daily yoga practice, I might show up to the mat one day wanting to open my hips, the next hoping to release the tension in my shoulders, or some days I may come into the practice just to keep the habit of being present and aware but not really desirous of a specific physical outcome. Hmm…maybe I’ll add a haiku component to my yoga practice just for the fun of it; I think there are some parallels there that would be fun to explore.<br />
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MJR: We’re in cahoots here. Yes, each discipline provides a calmed, focused, regular chance for awareness of self and surround in a “crazy-busy world.” I practice both, but never really thought of them as so resonant, so…linked. That said, when I first started my yoga practice, the instructor’s words, advice, corrections always stuck me as philosophical principles that I’d heard from art teachers…or that I hear choreographers say…or that I’ve urged upon my writing students. In other words, so many of the same core ideas apply aross so many disciplines. Maybe all?<br />
<i>Set your intentions and focus in the moment.</i><br />
<i>Find that point beyond comfort but before discomfort where you feel the sensation of being present.</i><br />
<i>The only thing that matters is what is happening right now on your—mat, canvas, page—no one else’s.</i><br />
<i>Bring a lightness to your seriousness.</i><br />
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GA: I love it! What a fun little yoga-tangent that was.<br />
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MJR: What was that question of yours! So, yes, writing haiku can be a method of stepping outside the current—more like the undertow—of current events. Perhaps journal writing offers the same thing for some<br />
people, but haiku is less a record of a personal journey or experience. It’s almost a stripping away of one’s individual presence in favor of finding that universal vantage point—that purely observational stance. I don’t think the ego is or should be entirely stripped away, but there is an additional serenity in focusing outward. (Of course, it’s all that’s “inward” that selects and appreciates and reveals what’s outward.)<br />
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Likewise, it’s the puzzling and piecing of the haiku that, for me, is especially satisfying. And maybe there is, again, an equivalent in yoga, how a pose comes together finally—balance, strength, flexibility, breathing, stillness—with the continued, steady attempts. Okay, yoga aside, I am urging students to recognize that words are the mother and not the nanny of thought. They have to give birth to the idea/image/poem rather than simply dress them in clean diapers (i.e., 17 syllables and 3 lines). <br />
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Many days I carry around a tentative image or start of a haiku, and tumble it around in my head. (Seventeen syllables is just about all I can retain these days!) Like a Rubik’s Cube, I keep twisting and shifting the elements throughout the day. I try the first line as the last line. I shift tenses. As in a Scrabble game, I have to fit a word into a “tight space,” and, yes, I’m always going for a “double word” score—I mean, something with a additional meanings or nuances that enlarge beyond a simple definition.<br />
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GA: How about an example?<br />
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MJR: Long overdue! One of my cats sleeps beneath a hanging begonia. Long leaves dangle a foot or so above her head. She watches me work (aka, sleeps). Sure, the plant has grown larger, but there’s nothing that has grabbed the cat’s attention. Two years or so, she’s been a mackerel swirl of fur below the shiny heart-shaped leaves. She could be the plant’s shadow if the sun were angled correctly.<br />
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One day, she walks into the room, lifts both paws, and grabs the lower leaves. Rip. Shred. Done. I startle her, she circles once, and then returns to her usual napping position.<br />
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So I wanted to capture that, that thing cats do, that unpredicted whim that’s almost as if another cat took possession of the body for an instant…because there’s always that moment afterwards when the cat seems to have no knowledge of what just transpired.<br />
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Here’s the working idea:<br />
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shredded like green news<br />
halved hearts cover the shadow<br />
where the cat had slept<br />
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Does the idea of the plant come through? Does “green news” work? I’d had “leafy hearts” but then thought that “halved” played up the shredded leaves and hinted at the idea of breakage…but then there was no reference to plants, green, etc.<br />
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GA: Yes, as I read these lines I had an emotional response at ‘halved hearts’ precisely because of the half hearts were broken.<br />
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MJR: I have versions of the last line in past, present and future tense. Do I want “halved leaf hearts are the shadow”—so now the clutter of leaves creates a shadow, as if the cat walked off and left it behind?<br />
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So this poem is in flux. It’s semi-permeable. It’s malleable. And since tinkering with this poem while we’ve passing this conversation back and forth, I realize that I ought to give up some of the original image, or to acknowledge elements that were scaffolds that can now be removed. For instance, “begonia” is three syllables—a lot of “real estate” in a line that’s only five syllables. So, I looked for other heart-shaped house plants.<br />
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Likewise, I still felt I was missing that “why now?” aspect, that instant of the poem’s occasion. So here are two more avatars. As you can tell, I’m still not sure the words have created the prism that lets this moment shine forth.<br />
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why today the cat<br />
beneath peace lily arches<br />
halved the leafy hearts?<br />
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where the cat had slept<br />
beneath peace lily arches<br />
shadow of halved hearts<br />
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Some months I do try to write a haiku every day. I don’t think about the merit of each one but, rather, the merit of the process itself. The practice that doesn’t need to make perfect.<br />
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GA: Is it as simple as haiku calls us to nature and to ourselves, and we benefit from those kinds of pauses?<br />
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MJR: The answer to that kind of question is always yes, of course. And also, much more. Each person, let alone, each writer, tries to identify those habits and attitudes and schedules that bring out efficiency, happiness, a sense of well being, and productivity. Concomitantly, the goal is to find out what to limit or avoid that tends to decrease those desired qualities. So, for some—for me—the writing of haiku, the being in and among nature, does provide some sense of perspective, humility, awe, calm.<br />
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<h4 style="text-align: left;"><b>Look for Part 2 of the Amateau/Rosen interview next week.</b></h4><br />
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</tbody></table>Scholastic has recently launched an exciting new nonfiction series, <b><i>Discover More</i></b>. Each volume is informative and visually attractive. The books are aimed at three levels of readers, from Kindergarten through Middle School. Spectacular color photographs and thoughtful book designs ensure that children will be drawn to the books. Parents and teachers get a special bonus--each book comes with a free digital book. After loading the companion eBook onto a PC, Mac, or iPad, readers get more information about the topic, including videos, animations, and additional text and photos. Titles for "Emergent Readers" include <b><i>See Me Grow,</i></b> <b><i>Farm, Animal Babies, and My Body</i></b>; "Confident Readers" have <b><i>Planets</i></b> and <i><b>Penguins</b></i>; while Expert Readers can tackle <b><i>The Elements</i></b> and <b><i>Ocean and Sea</i></b>. Library patrons can make use of the digital books because code within each printed book allows access to the digital book and can be used multiple times. These books are a great way to get kids excited about nonfiction!--Lucinda Whitehurst. <i>(<b>The Elements</b> by Dan Green; <b>Ocean and Sea</b> by Steve Parker; <b>Penguins, Planets, See Me Grow</b>, and <b>Farm</b> by Penelope Arion and Tory Gordon-Harris; <b>Animal Babies</b> by Andrea Pinnington and Tory Gordon-Harris; <b>My Body</b> by Andrea Pinnington and Penny Lamprell; all Scholastic, 2012)</i><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Eve Bunting mines her native land again for <b><i>Ballywhinney Girl,</i></b> which is beautifully illustrated by Emily Arnold McCully. When young Maeve and her grandfather discover a mummy in the bog, the whole village is amazed. The police and the scientists are called in and quickly appropriate the find for investigation and preservation. As more information about the mummy filters in, Maeve imagines the real girl who roamed the same meadows and lanes Maeve herself does. We readers can imagine the ghostly elements recounted in a lilting Irish brogue--Wilma Snyder. <i>(Clarion/Houghton Mifflin Harcourt; 2012)</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhyUzIyWuZJdidg17SjZsnLX4hoAa4V5wTEYVvHyA1nAE4CuYXBbfEDcLjy1l6X_tJH0WTG-0mD7EEakGtX0AfL8TFJxWKGu_bi-hB9HWyWzZZTRHXQ9hyphenhyphenr1C7cJHlOWCY2NgAAHg3GriJ/s200/war+horse+book.jpg" width="140" />One of the Academy Award nominees for Best Picture is the Stephen Spielberg film, <i>War Horse</i>. While <i>War Horse</i> might be considered a “dark horse” nomination, after seeing the movie a few weeks ago I can understand its being elevated to Best Picture status. Some people have called <i>War Horse</i> a tearjerker. I call it a “heart-tugger.” This story of a beautiful thoroughbred which was sold into the British Cavalry during World War I and the English boy who loved him is a story with which audiences empathize and engage. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The movie works on many different levels. The most obvious is the depiction of love and loyalty between a boy and his horse. Secondly, it is a powerful message about peace. <i>War Horse</i> also demonstrates how technological developments, which occurred quickly during the four years of war, changed the role of the cavalry, and more broadly, how wars are fought. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>War Horse</i> is based on the children’s novel, <i><b>War Horse</b></i>, by Michael Morpurgo, Children’s Laureate of Britain from 2003 to 2005. Morpurgo is well-known in this country for <i><b>The Wreck of the <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Zanzibar</st1:place></st1:city></b></i> and <i><b>Why the Whales Came</b></i>. His well-received memoir <i><b>Singing for Mrs. Pettigrew</b></i> was published in the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">United States</st1:place></st1:country-region> in 2009. <i><b>War Horse</b></i> was written for middle-grade audiences. The explicitly violent scenes in the movie, such as the execution two deserters, some of the war scenes, and some of the cruelty to the horses, are only suggested in the book. Consequently, the recommended audience for the movie is somewhat older than for the book. Parents should consider the maturity and individual sensibilities of the child before allowing them to see <i>War Horse</i>. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b><i>War Horse</i></b> has evolved through several different incarnations. The book first was adapted into a stage play using life size puppets for the horses and with most of the war scenes projected through a gauze curtain, in combination with a cast of live actors. It was staged in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">London then</st1:place></st1:city> on the New York Broadway stage. I have not seen the stage play, but from a description by a friend who saw the play in <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">New York</st1:place></st1:state> I speculate that the movie largely was based on the stage script. A major difference is that the book is told from the perspective of the horse, much in the style of <b><i>Black Beauty</i></b>. Telling the story from the third person opens up the possibilities considerably. However, the movie is true to its source material in tone and message. Don’t miss <b><i>War Horse</i></b>, the novel, or <i>War Horse</i>, the movie--Wilma Snyder. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">(<b><i>Singing for Mrs. Pettigrew</i></b> by Michael Morpurgo, illustrated by Peter Bailey; Candlewick, 2009) </div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div></div>Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-5451732222843917662012-01-22T21:13:00.000-05:002012-01-22T21:13:57.449-05:00Happy Birthday to my wonderful Mom!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I know all of you out in the Kidlit blogosphere are excited about the ALA children's book award announcements Monday, but January 23 is an important day for another reason too--it's my mom's 75th birthday!! As you Open Book readers know, Mom and I collaborate on this blog. What I wanted to tell you today is that I totally owe my interest in children's literature to my mom, and I'm so grateful. All through my childhood my mother read to me, shared books with me (well, she still does that), and encouraged my interest in books and reading. She has never lost her enthusiasm for children's literature. Throughout her careers as a classroom teacher, college professor, and now newspaper columnist, she has brought together books and people, always willing to tell someone about that great new book she just read. To all the parents, teachers, librarians, grandparents, etc., keep reading with the kids in your lives! They are listening, and you may never realize all the wonderful things they are learning. I'm so glad my mom introduced me to the Ingalls and March families, Peter Rabbit and friends, Dr. Seuss, Babar, Madeline, the Borrowers, and so many others. Those books and those memories are a priceless treasure. Thanks Mom, and happy birthday!--Lucinda Whitehurst</div>Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-13178685850953548282012-01-16T13:46:00.000-05:002012-01-16T13:46:27.470-05:00The Flying Beaver Brothers<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><img height="137" src="http://www.maxwelleaton.com/Max%20and%20Pinky%20Website/Web%20Sized%20Illustrations/Website%202011/20111122-FBB-Series.jpg" width="200" />If you know any young graphic novel readers, you will want to look for a new series called <b><i>The Flying Beaver Brothers</i></b>. The first and second books in the series were released on January 10, 2012. Ace and Bub live on Beaver Island. In the first adventure <i><b>The Evil Penguin Plan</b></i>, the brothers are figuring out how to win the Beaver Island Surfing Competition when they are interrupted by a group of penguins with impressive technical skills. The penguins have built a machine designed to freeze the island so they can construct a polar resort. In <i><b>The Fishy Business</b></i>, Ace and Bub investigate the questionable business practices of the Fish Stix Environmental Manufacturing Company. The words and pictures deliver plenty of humor and action, and the clever story lines will please both children and adults--Lucinda Whitehurst. <i> (Written and illustrated by Maxwell Eaton III; Random House Children's Books, 2012)</i></div>Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-69834237872265522872011-12-24T10:58:00.000-05:002011-12-24T10:58:33.279-05:00The Apothecary and Little Women and Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N5LGUyOfYM4/TrA9XBtxocI/AAAAAAAAAqg/0G1xe5jyNZE/s1600/meloy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N5LGUyOfYM4/TrA9XBtxocI/AAAAAAAAAqg/0G1xe5jyNZE/s200/meloy.jpg" width="131" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Unlike my daughter, Lucinda, science fiction and fantasy is not my favorite genre. In order for books of this genre to capture my attention and imagination, they must have a little something extra. I look for interesting characters, plots which have just enough realism to make me believe in the fantasy, symbolism which makes the story work of multiple levels, and skillful writing which has enough suspense to keep me turning the pages. Some of my favorites are the <b><i>Narnia</i></b> books, the <b><i>Harry Potter </i></b>books, everything by Madeleine L’Engle, <b><i>Charlotte’s Web, </i></b><i><b>Stuart Little,</b></i> and <i><b>Peter Rabbit</b></i>. I took <b><i>The Apothecary</i></b> by Maile Meloy, illustrations by Ian Schoenherr <i>(Putnam/Penguin, 2011) </i>with me on vacation and couldn’t put it down.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It is 1952 and fourteen-year-old Janie Scott has moved with her family from Los Angeles to London. One of her first acquaintances is Benjamin Burrows, the son of the local apothecary. When the apothecary disappears, Janie and Benjamin are drawn into a dangerous journey to find Mr. Burrows and prevent an impending nuclear disaster. The historical setting of Cold War era London, supporting characters which leap off the page, and a breathtaking rescue operation – all seasoned with a touch of magic – make a wonderful reading experience for ages 10 and up.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://coleenpatrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/littlewomenme1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://coleenpatrick.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/littlewomenme1.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Lucinda says that Christmas always makes her think of <i><b>Little Women</b></i>. For all of you Alcott fans, I suggest <b><i>Little Women and Me</i></b> by Lauren Baratz-Logsted <i>(Bloomsbury, 2011)</i>. When Emily March is given the school assignment of describing one thing she’d change about a classic novel, her choice is <b><i>Little Women</i></b>. Just like most readers, Emily has always wanted Jo, rather than Amy, to end up with Laurie, and she really did not want Beth to die. As she gets into her assignment, Emily is transported into the 1860s world of the Concord March family. She thinks she might be able to actually alter the events of the story, but discovers things are not always as they seem. The reader is treated to a time travel fantasy and is also able to revisit an old favorite--Wilma Snyder. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Lucinda Whitehurst and Wilma Snyder wish all of our readers a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and wonderful New Year! Please join us in 2012!</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><img src="http://i43.tower.com/images/mm117401788/gifts-from-gods-ancient-words-wisdom-greek-lise-lunge-larsen-hardcover-cover-art.jpg" />Lise Lunge-Larsen is a professional storyteller and folklorist. She earned a master’s degree in applied linguistics and wrote her thesis on using storytelling to teach the English language. She combines her academic training, her interest in folklore, and her skill in storytelling to create <i><b>Gifts from the Gods</b></i>, a fascinating presentation on the derivation of English words which draw their spelling and meaning from Greek and Roman mythology. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Limiting her scope to words that have their origin in character names, Lunge-Larsen has more than enough material for this illustrated informational book designed for middle grades. If she had broadened her search to include objects and places, she would have found many more examples. The Greeks and the Romans sometimes had different names for the gods and goddesses and both came into the English language. Lunge-Larsen has chosen those whose stories so captured the imaginations that their meanings have endured for centuries.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Lunge-Larsen provides this interesting example: “The Greek goddess of cleanliness and good health, Hygeia, has given us the word <i>hygiene, </i>which we use to describe good, healthful behaviors. The Romans called this goddess Salus, and her name, too, survives in English. As they greeted one another, the Romans called out, ‘Salus!’ meaning ‘How is your health?’ Today we call a greeting a <i>salute</i>, and thus remember the goddess of good health without even realizing it.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The word <i>fortune</i> means destiny, good or bad luck, or wealth and riches. Fortuna was the goddess of luck. She sometimes appeared carrying a “horn of plenty,” meaning that she would bless those she visited with abundance and riches. A never-ending supply of the most delicious food and drink dripped from this magical horn. The Romans called the horn of plenty a cornucopia. Both terms have come into our modern language carrying the very same meaning, a cone-shaped basket overflowing with delectable foods.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Why is a point of weakness called an <i>Achilles heel</i>? Why do we think of <i>grace</i> as seemingly effortless beauty? Put this amazing book into the hands of those children who are fascinated by words. This book is a treasure for any age--Wilma Snyder. <i> Illustrated by Gareth Hinds; Houghton Mifflin, 2011.</i></div></div>Lucinda Whitehursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02345202128519166472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6803985189160502329.post-52511466921972832622011-11-21T20:57:00.000-05:002011-11-21T20:57:16.777-05:00Jeff Kinney's Cabin Fever tour stop in Richmond, Virginia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Last week I unexpectedly became a roadie for a day during Jeff Kinney's <b><i>Cabin Fever</i></b> book launch tour! <b><i>The Diary of a Wimpy Kid</i></b> author asked his publisher Amulet/Abrams to send his tour to independent bookstores. My St. Christopher's colleague, Brenda Snead, and I offered to help our friends at<b> bbgb Tales for Kids</b>. We thought we might be handing out hot chocolate or directing traffic. Imagine our surprise when we found ourselves up close and personal on the Jeff Kinney autograph line! From my vantage point of one foot away from Kinney, I had a chance to witness the power of his books. </div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">3000 people attended the Richmond <b><i>Cabin Fever</i></b> event! Some of the fans waited two, three, even four hours to meet their hero, but since I was their last stop, I only saw their smiles of anticipation. My favorite was the 9 or 10 year boy who proclaimed, "This is the MOST exciting night of my life!" A woman who attended middle school with Jeff came through, yearbook in hand. The publishers' representatives gleefully took pictures of the middle school-aged Kinney, no doubt to abuse him with later. A teacher brought an entire busload of students and patiently photographed each happy child with Jeff. Parents rushed to shake Jeff's hand. Several thanked him for getting their children interested in reading. Jeff Kinney's brother stopped by. Children brought Kinney stories and drawings. They proudly displayed Wimpy Kid shirts and toys. One girl handed over a slice of cheese in a plastic bag, spreading the dreaded cheese touch! Kinney happily greeted every fan. "Thank you--that means so much to me," he said several times, but I think he truly did appreciate each gesture of devotion. As my own students came through the line, they were surprised to see me so close to the famous visitor. One asked, "Mrs. Whitehurst, why didn't you tell us you knew Jeff Kinney?!" </div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Surveying all the hoopla, one mother said, "You'd think it was Aerosmith or something!" Her bewildered child gave us a puzzled look (thinking "who's Aerosmith?" I'm sure) but I was on her same wavelength. I may never go on the road with a rock band, but briefly being on tour with Jeff Kinney has to come close!--<i>Lucinda Whitehurst</i></div><div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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