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Books for Giving

What are you going to be when you grow up? Every child gets asked this question at least once a month, and they usually have an answer, according to their interests of the season. I asked my urchins and a few friends The Question and then wracked my brain for gift suggestions for the budding:

Architect/Engineer: I love David’s Macaulay’s books: Cathedral (1973), City (1974), Pyramid (1975), Underground (1976), Castle (1977), Unbuilding (1980), Mill (1983), and Ship (1993). We also watched several episodes of the PBS series Building Big in which Mr. Macaulay explains the history and construction of bridges, tunnels, skyscrapers, domes, and dams. My kids were even inspired to build their own dam. If you haven’t experienced David Macaulay’s books, you should. Any one of them would make a great Christmas gift for the architecturally inquisitive child or adult on your list.

Veterinarian/Circus Performer: Z-baby is planning serial careers. She says she wants to be a vet, then when she gets tired of doctoring animals, she plans a second career as a circus performer —or maybe taking care of the circus animals. When she gets a little older the James Herriot series about a Yorkshire veterinarian would be a great gift. For now, I think we’ll stick with a few animal books, such as Dogs and Cats by Steve Jenkins or A Horse in the House and Other Strange But True Animal Stories by Gail Ablow or May I Pet Your Dog?: The How-to Guide for Kids Meeting Dogs (and Dogs Meeting Kids) by Stephanie Calmenson —-all nominees for the Cybil Award for Nonfiction Picture Books.

Doctor: I have another child who plans to become a people doctor. She’s a little older than Z-baby, so for her, Gifted Hands: The Ben Carson Story by Ben Carson and Cecil Murphey and Fearfully and Wonderfully Made by Phillip Yancey and Paul Brand.

Dancer: Brown Bear Daughter plans a career in dance. She may dance or teach dance or choreograph dance or do all three and then some. Or knowing my drama queen, she may veer off in another direction as she grows up and surprise us all, including herself. If she hadn’t already read it, I would go out immediately and buy her Noel Streatfield’s classic Ballet Shoes. However, she has read it, several times. She wants a copy of the new Kiki Strike book, Kiki Strike: The Empress’s Tomb by Kirsten Miller; that’s to feed her sense of adventure and of the dramatic. Then, I think perhaps I’ll purchase some of the other “shoes” books by Streatfield if I can find them.

Samurai Warrior: I think Karate Kid knows that he probably can’t really become a samurai, but he would like to pretend a little while longer. For him, The Dangerous Book for Boys by Conn Iggulden and Hal Iggulden may be under the tree. N.D. Wilson’s new book, 100 Cupboards doesn’t release until December 26th, but I may pre-order it for Karate Kid. It sounds as if it will be just his speed, and he really enjoyed Wilson’s first book for children Leepike Ridge.

Artist: My 18 year old artiste wants an art book. I’m looking for suggestions. I thought maybe a subscription to Image, a quarterly journal that describes itself as “a unique forum for the best writing and artwork that is informed by—or grapples with—religious faith. We have never been interested in art that merely regurgitates dogma or falls back on easy answers or didacticism. Instead, our focus has been on writing and visual artwork that embody a spiritual struggle, that seek to strike a balance between tradition and a profound openness to the world. . . . Each issue explores this relationship through outstanding fiction, poetry, painting, sculpture, architecture, film, music, interviews, and dance. Image also features four-color reproductions of visual art.”

Writer: I have several would-be writers in the family. I thought the book Elmore Leonard’s 10 Rules of Writing, just published in October, might be helpful. I saw it mentioned at somebody’s blog. And as for old stand-bys, On Writing Well by WIlliam Zinser and Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg are both books that have inspired and honed my writing skills, such as they are. Another Cybils nominee, You Can Write a Story by Lisa Bullard, looks good for the younger set of aspiring writers. And “fictionally” speaking, I liked The Wild Girls by Pat Murphey, about a couple of middle school aged writers and their adventures in a summer writing class at Berkley.

Entrepreneur: I have one kid who just wants to grow up to be rich. For him, The Lemonade War by Jacqueline Davies (Semicolon review here) and The Toothpaste Millionaire by Jean Merrill are good choices in the fiction category.

Children’s Fiction of 2007: Isle of Swords by Wayne Thomas Batson

If you haven’t finished your Christmas shopping, I’d suggest you rush right out and purchase a copy of Isle of Swords by Wayne Thomas Batson for the 9-16 year old on your list, especially the adventurous, piratical type. (Don’t we all have at least one of those?) Isle of Swords is pubished by Thomas Nelson Publishers, but it has a lot more in common with Stevenson’s classic Treasure Island and with the movie Pirates of the Caribbean than it does with the typical “Christian fiction” found on the shelves of your local Christian bookstore, even though you may have to look for it at the Christian bookstore because of the publishing imprint. Or order it from Amazon.

As far as plot elements, we’ve got treasure, a mysterious island, shark-infested waters, a treasure map, flogging, cutlasses, swords, guns, the British navy in pursuit, and explosions and swash-buckling battles galore. The characters are:

Declan Ross, captain of the pirate ship The Wallace,
Anne, his motherless daughter whose ambition is to join the pirate crew,
Cat, a mysterious castaway with amnesia,
Jules, Nubby, Midge, Red Eye, and Stede, members of the crew of The Wallace, each with his own memorable characteristics,
Bartholomew Thorne, the most ruthless pirate in the Caribbean and the sworn enemy of Ross and his crew,
Jacques St. Pierre, a half-crazy Frenchman with a penchant for blowing things up (perfect part for Johnny Depp in the movie adaptation),
and Padre Dominguez, member of a secret society, a holy order, sworn to protect the greatest treasure ever collected in one place, The Treasure of Constantine on the hidden and perilous Isle of Swords.

The ethical dilemma of having your hero, Captain Ross, be a violent, thieving pirate is dealt with in two ways. First of all, Declan Ross is a pirate with a heart; he eschews murder and violence unless it’s necessary in self-defense, and his crew is sworn to obey the captain and the ship’s articles. Check out Article #2:

Article Two: ‘The crew of The Wallace in a time of engagement shall willingly offer just quarter to any who request it. We shall not needlessly murder or do bodily harm to our foe. Neither shall we impress men into service. We shall not torture prisoners. Nor shall we mistreat women or meddle with them without consent. Any man who does violate this article shall suffer swift death.'”

I doubt there were many pirates with a code like that one, but it does serve the purpose of helping the reader to sympathize with the pirates, the good pirates that is. Also, Declan Ross and his crew are men who have been honest sailors in the past, but have been discharged by their own countries’ navies when the war between the British and the French was over, and now they have no honest way to make a living, according to the book. So mostly the “good pirates” fight the bad pirates, and the British Navy chases any pirate ship it can find in an attempt to bring them all to justice (hanging).

Isle of Swords is a rip-roaring pirate story in the tradition of POTC, but not too derivative. I think those who enjoy a fast-paced adventure story will love it. It is somewhat violent, so if that bothers you . . . Otherwise, read it over the holidays while it snows outside and dream of high-seas adventure in the tropics.

LOST Returns

Wednesday used to be LOST day here at Semicolon. Since we’ve been on LOST hiatus and since my LOST reading project has been derailed by Cybils reading, I’ve been neglecting LOST. So here’s a trailer to whet your appetite:

I stole the trailer from the Thinklings blog. Wow! It looks as if there are other Others who are out to . . . do what? And they have to follow Locke, my least favorite character on the island, in order to survive?

We’ve been reviewing the first season of LOST here, and I’ve noticed a few things already.

Several of the characters really have grown and developed over the course of the show: Jack has become more confident and more humble at the same time. Sawyer isn’t as interested in punishing himself as he was in the first few shows. Sayid realized at some point that he could be a leader and still submit to authority when necessary. Charlie, of course, changed from an addict into a hero. All the Losties, or at least most of them, learned to “live together” instead of dying alone, except for those who died alone.

Kate remains annoying and untrustworthy, as far as I’m concerned.

LOST returns January 31, 2008. At least I suppose it does, if the members of the writers’ guild and the powers-that-be in Hollywood have learned to live together by then.

Presidential What Ifs

Norma, Collecting My Thoughts, tells who she’d vote for if the election were today, and my choices were:

Between Gore and Obama, I’d vote for Gore.

Between Hillary and Obama, I’d vote for Obama.

Between Hillary and Edwards, I’d vote for Edwards.

Between Gore and Rudy, I’d vote for Gore.

Between Hillary and Rudy, I’d stay home/write in.

Between Gore and Romney, I’d vote for Romney.

Between Romney and Huckabee, I’d vote for Mike.

I’ll add:

Hilary vs. almost anyone, I’ll vote for almost anyone.

Rudy vs. almost any other Republican, I’ll vote for the other Republican.

Rudy vs. Hilary, I don’t trust either of them, so why vote unless I can figure out something useful to do with my vote?

Children’s Fiction of 2007: A Crooked Kind of Perfect by Linda Urban

How It Was Supposed to Be: I was supposed to play the piano. The piano is a beautiful instrument. Elegant. Dignified. People wear ball gowns and tuxedos to hear the piano. With the piano, you could play Carnegie Hall. . . . A piano is glamorous. Sophisticated. Worldly. It is a wonderful thing to play the piano.

How It Is: I play the organ. A wood-grained, vinyl seated, wheeze-bag organ. The Perfectone D-60.”

The Perfectone D-60 is, of course, an emblem of sorts for narrator Zoe Elias’s not-so-perfect life. Her mom’s always at work; her dad’s afraid to leave the house; her best friend has found another best friend; Wheeler Diggs keeps following her home; and Colton Shell, the guy she really likes, doesn’t even notice her. However, things get really complicated when Zoe agrees to enter the Perform-a-Rama playing Neil Diamond’s Forever in Blue Jeans on her Perfectone D-60. How will she get to the competition? Will her mom be able to get off work long enough to see her perform? Why did she want to be in a competition in the first place? And what if, heaven forbid, she makes a mistake?

Zoe’s parents are wonderful, imperfect parents. Zoe herself is just imperfect enough to be believable. She learns to play quickly and well, but she’s not a prodigy, just a dedicated musician who enjoys her music in spite of her imperfect instrument and her rather odd teacher, Miss Person. A Crooked Kind of Perfect has a great title and a narrator with an incomparable voice, just right for a ten year old with ambitions. It’s a funny book, yet it has a serious message about perfectionism and about living and thriving in the midst of imperfection.

One of Zoe’s dreams the night before the Perform-o-rama:

Dream #4
My mom is judging the Perform-O-Rama.
I’m wearing a tiara and playing “Forever in Blue Jeans.”
I am perfect.
I think I’m perfect.
I’m not perfect.
My mom shows me her judging sheet. It is filled with red marks—one for each wrong note.
And then a phone rings and everybody turns and looks and there in the audience Vladomir Horowitz is pulling a cell phone out of his tuxedo pocket.
‘Hello?’ he says. He looks at me.
‘It’s for you.'”

Three more dreams and a lot more humor, if you read the book.

Other bloggers review A Crooked Kind of Perfect:

Becky at Deliciously Clean Reads: “The characters, the relationships are about as perfect as can be. I’ve never seen family dynamics so well captured, so well displayed. Linda Urban has created memorable, authentic characters. The book has it all–moments of happiness, frustration, disappointment, loneliness, and joy. And plenty of humor!”

Shelf Elf: “Linda Urban deserves plenty of attention for her debut. I’ve been inspired. Next time I visit my mom’s place, you can bet I’ll be spending a little time grooving my way down memory lane with my old favs from Roger’s and Hammerstein Hits backed up by a little Boogie Woogie Bass.”

Jen Robinson’s Book Page: “This is an excellent book to give to a kids in the third to sixth grades. It’s a relatively easy read, but with a lot of hidden depth that I think the kids on the middle school end (and higher) will be more able to appreciate. For example, there is a painful scene in which Zoe attends a party where she brings the wrong gift and wears the wrong clothes. This will resonate with any reader who has ever had such an experience. (And who hasn’t?)”

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 17th

John Greenleaf Whittier, b. 1807. Whittier must have been very popular around the turn of the century. My book, The Year’s Entertainments, has several pages in the December chapter devoted to a program celebrating Whittier’s birthday. One page is entitled “Notes About Whittier’s Life (to be read aloud by several pupils).”

Whittier scribbled verses on his slate when he was a little boy, but he was a lad of nineteen when he sent his first poem to William Lloyd Garrison, editor of The Free Press. Garrison was so pleased with poem that he drove out to the farm to see the writer and found him hoeing in the field. They had a long talk, the editor advising Whittier to take some course of study as a training for a literary future.

Whittier’s education had been limited to the district school, half a mile away, and with a term of but twelve weeks later in the year. He was puzzled to know how to secure the means to gain the coveted education, and finally solved the problem by learning to make shoes. From the money he so earned he got six months’ board and tuition in Haverhill Academy. At the close of this term of study, he became editor of a home paper, and also edited the Hartford New England Review; consquently he soon became known to all the writers and thinkers of New England.”

And’s here’s a sample poem by Whittier, suitable for considering as the primary elections come close upon the new year. Iowa will be holding its caucuses on January 3rd, and New Hampshire, Michigan, Nevada, South Carolina, and Florida will follow with primary elections or caucuses in January, too.

The Poor Voter on Election Day

The proudest now is but my peer,
The highest not more high;
Today of all the weary year,
A king of men am I.

Today, alike are great and small,
The nameless and the known;
My place is the people’s hall,
The ballot-box my throne!

Who serves today up on the list
Beside the served shall stand;
Alike the brown and wrinkled fist,
The gloved and dainty hand!
The rich is level with the poor,
The weak is strong today;
The sleekest broadcloth counts no more
Than homespun frock on gray.

Today let pomp and vain pretence
My stubborn right abide;
I set a plain man’s common sense
Against the pedant’s pride.
Today shall simple manhood try
The strength of gold and land;
The wide world has not wealth to buy
The power in my right hand!

While there’s grief to seek redress,
Or balance to adjust,
Where weighs our living manhood less
Than Mammon’s vilest dust,–

While there’s a right to need my vote,
A wrong to sweep away,
Up! clouted knee and ragged coat!
A man’s a man today!

To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 16th

Jane Austen herself was born on December 16, 1775. What’s your favorite Austen novel?

Also born on December 16th: Noel Coward (1896, playwright), Arthur C. Clarke (1917, author of 2001: A Space Odyssey), and Marie Hall Ets (1895, author of many children’s picture books including Gilberto and the Wind and Nine Days to Christmas).

Today is also Beethoven’s Birthday (1770). Will you be celebrating the birth of Schroeder’s favorite composer, and if so, how? I think I’ll play some of Beethoven’s more famous compositions and play guess the composer with the urchins.

Cybils for Giving

All of the following books were nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. Links are to a Semicolon review of the book in question.

For the gifted child looking for special opportunities: The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart.

For the baseball fan: The Aurora County All-Stars by Deborah Wiles or Edward’s Eyes by Patricia Maclachan.

For the strong, silent type: No Talking by Andrew Clements.

For the spiritual seeker: Leap of Faith by Kimberley Brubaker Bradley.

For the entrepreneur: The Lemonade War by Jacqueline Davies.

For the wild would-be writer: The Wild Girls by Pat Murphy.

For the dog lover and the soldier: Cracker by Cynthia Kadohata.

For the prospective spy: Clarice Bean, Don’t Look Now by Lauren Child or The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart.

For the guide dog trainer: The Friskative Dog by Susan Straight.

For the horse-lover: Paint the Wind by Pam Munoz Ryan.

For the songwriter and the artist: Louisiana’s Song by Kerry Madden.

For the upwardly mobile shopper chick: The Secret Identity of Devon Delaney by Lauren Barnholdt.

For the girl scientist who aspires to popularity: Social Experiments of Dorie Dilts: Dumped by Popular Demand by PG Kain.

For the person with hidden talents: The Talented Clementine by Sara Pennypacker.

For the student of African-American history: Celeste’s Harlem Renaissance by Eleanora E. Tate or Elijah of Buxton by Christopher Paul Curtis.

For the logical and the singular (and for those who live with a logically left-brained person): Emma-Jean Lazarus Fell Out of a Tree by Lauren Tarshis.

For the internet addict: Dear Jo by Christina Kilbourne.

For the bear-lover: Bearwalker by Joseph Bruchac.

For the organist/pianist: A Crooked Kind of Perfect by Linda Urban.

For the ambitious adventurer: Isle of Swords by Thomas Wayne Batson or Leepike Ridge by Nathan D. Wilson.

For the chess strategist with or without anger issues: Chess Rumble by G. Neri.

For the immigrant: Home of the Brave by Katherine Applegate.

For the Korean-American adoptee: Kimchi and Calamari by Rose Kent.

For the girl who would be queen: The Broken Bike Boy and the Queen of 33rd Street by Sharon G. Flake.

For the communication specialist: Miss Spitfire by Sarah Miller.

For the potential desert survivor: Camel Rider by Prue Mason.

For the scrapbooking middle schooler: Middle School is Worse Than Meatloaf by Jennifer L. Holm.

For the puzzle-solver: The Puzzling World of Winston Breen by Eric Berlin.

For the gardener/poet: Reaching for Sun by Tracie Vaughn Zimmer.

For the grower of giant pumpkins (or any giant vegetable): Me and the Pumpkin Queen by Marlane Kennedy.

For the older sister with responsibilities: The Middle of Somewhere by J.B. Cheaney.

Poetry Friday: Noel and Mistletoe

I’m still working on my Christmas spirit. I’ve seen A Christmas Carol, and that didn’t do it. So some of the time I’m all about candles, and mistletoe, and kisses underneath, and at other times, sometimes in the same day, Mr. Belloc and I share a remarkably similar outlook on life and Christmas. Take your pick.

MISTLETOE
By Walter de la Mare

Sitting under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
One last candle burning low,
All the sleepy dancers gone,
Just one candle burning on,
Shadows lurking everywhere:
Some one came, and kissed me there.

Tired I was; my head would go
Nodding under the mistletoe
(Pale-green, fairy mistletoe),
No footsteps came, no voice, but only,
Just as I sat there, sleepy, lonely,
Stooped in the still and shadowy air
Lips unseen – and kissed me there.

OR

Lines for a Christmas Card
By Hilaire Belloc

May all my enemies go to hell
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.

Homeschool Weekly Report: December 14, 2007

I got this idea from Jessica at Trivium Academy, and she’s taking sign up links in her Mister Linky for those who choose to participate. Go to Trivium Academy for more information and links to other homeschool reporters.

Our homeschooling is at “low tide” this month as Melissa Wiley would say. We’re trying to do math every day, but not much else is scheduled, school-wise. On Wednesday, Eldest Daughter, who was home sick from work, told Karate Kid (10) that instead of doing his math lesson, he could read Hamlet, the entire play. I went along with it, and it ended up with Karate Kid and Brown Bear Daughter (12) on the couch reading the play aloud while Betsty-Bee listened desultorily. They seemed to enjoy the experience, but only made it through about half of the play on Wednesday. Hamlet is a long play. I showed them this rather memorable clip from Gilligan’s island. Warning: It sticks in the memory just like those bad Chirstmas songs. I always find myself humming, “Neither a borrower nor a lender be” to the tune of ? whenever I think of Polonius the advice giver.

After they read about half of Hamlet aloud, KK and Brown Bear got tired of Hamlet’s shilly-shallying around, and they decided to memorize and act a scene from Comedy of Errors. We call it the “My Gold, Quoth He” scene.

Books read to Z-baby (6) this week:
Sometimes I’m Really Happy, God by Elspeth Campbell Murphy.

Rumpelstiltskin.

Karate Kid’s been reading Elllie McDoodle and Harry Potter. (Sounds like an intriguing couple, doesn’t it?)

Brown Bear Daughter was deliriously jubilant to receive a copy of Kiki Strike: The Empress’s Tomb by Kirsten Miller in the mail on Thursday. So, she’ll spend Thursday evening and Friday reading that sequel to the first Kiki Strike book, one of her favorites from last year.

We’re reading David Copperfield aloud in the evenings. It’s going slowly, but O.K. Brown Bear Daughter and Karate Kid are following along fairly well, and the little girls are listening because it’s either that or go to bed. And no one in my house ever wants to go to bed. Family aversion to beds. (Except for me, so the bed-hostility gene must be in Engineer Husband’s gene pool.)

Organizer Daughter (age 16) is still having math class this week and next, so she still has math lessons to do. And she and a friend are studying 20th century history with me, so they’re supposed to be reading about and studying the 1920’s in preparation for a test next week. I handed Organizer Daughter a picture book about Charles Lindbergh on Thursday, and she looked at me as if I were crazy. I happen to think picture books are perfectly acceptable for 16 year olds as well as preschoolers and adults.

Z-baby also spent much of the week trying to get someone to play card games with her: War, Alligator, and Match. I figure that’s mildy educational.

On Thursday, Karate Kid, Betsy-Bee, and Z-baby went with their father to the canoeing Christmas party. They all got to ride in a canoe and explore the flora of the local creek environment.