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Poem # 35: Kubla Khan by Samuel Coleridge (1816)

“Poetry: the best words in the best order.”~Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Last year I did a poem survey and began posting the top 100 poems from the survey in chronological order. Then life and laziness and Cybils and Christmas intervened, and I only posted the oldest 34 of the 100 projected poems. But I am determined to use Poetry Friday as an excuse to write about the other 66 poems on list. So, today I’m back with Coleridge.

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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Coleridge was addicted to opium, and he said that this poem came to him in a an opium-induced dream. It’s essentially meaningless, as far as I can tell, even though I’ve read all sorts of interpretations that try to impose meaning on the words. Brown Bear Daughter likes to listen to lots of contemporary songs that remind me of this poem. When I ask her what they mean, she is silent and confounded, but she says the song in question is “catchy.” Kubla Khan is “catchy,” both in imagery and in words. I have pictures in my mind of Kubla Khan’s stately pleasure dome and and of the caves of ice and of the damsel with the dulcimer and of Coleridge the mad Poet. And I have memorized portions of this poem without trying, just because the sound is so memorable.

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The Voyage of the Dawn Treader: The Movie

We just went to see The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, finally. It was a good movie. We saw it in 3-D, the first movie I’ve seen that way, and the action really does jump out at you and make you feel more involved. There was lots of good action, thrills and chills, and the dragon was well done and believable. There was a character named Eustace who was supposed to be annoying and somewhat comical at the same time, and the actor who played him was great. The actress who played Lucy also did a good job of playing a confused young teenage girl, and Edmund and Caspian were O.K. as rivals/friends, if somewhat wooden at times. My theory is that the Edmund and Caspian characters couldn’t figure out whether they were supposed to be best buddies or contenders for the same throne, so they got mixed up sometimes. The plot moved along at a good pace, and there were a few lines that elicited a chuckle from me and from my girls.

Unfortunately, almost the entire movie, including the characters’ names, the title, and parts of the plot, was plagiarized from a book by an Oxford don named C.S. Lewis. The book was published about fifty years ago, and the screenplay writers obviously borrowed freely from Lewis’s The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. In fact, the best parts of the movie came straight from Lewis’s book, and the worst parts–evil green mist, magical vibrating swords, a totally out of place stowaway–were invented by whomever it was that wrote this brand new story ripped from the pages of C.S. Lewis’s classic novel.

Z-baby and I are in the process of reading The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis now, and although I hope it and The Voyage of the Dawn Treader are made into movies someday, I do hope that the people who made the movie we saw tonight don’t get hold of The Silver Chair. The silver chair would become a magic golden throne in a cave of green serpents with Eustace and Jill fighting duels with one another instead of arguing about the signs. Then, Aslan would appear and tell them to just believe in themselves and all would be magically resolved. Prince Rilian might get a bit part, and Puddleglum would be a complete clown.

If you haven’t seen The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, just re-name this movie in your head: call it Edmund and the Sea Serpent or something of the sort and enjoy it for what it is. Then, read or re-read all of the Narnia Chronicles and enjoy them for the wonderful, meaningful stories that they are.

Semicolon: The Year 2010 as Facebook Status

I’m finally on Facebook. What AM I thinking?
January 17 at 7:29pm

Ahhh, I’ve had my LOST fix and I’m lost-er than ever. See you in another life, brotha.
February 3 at 2:15pm

Am attempting to observe Lent. “A discipline won’t bring you closer to God. Only God can bring you closer to Himself. What the discipline is meant to do is to help you get yourself, your ego, out of the way so you are open to His grace.” (From Donna at Quiet Life )
February 20 at 8:14pm

Purim in 2010 will start on Sunday, the 28th of February and will continue for 2 days until Monday, the 1st of March. And the first weekend in March the women of my church go on retreat to study the book of Esther! Good timing.
February 23 at 2:57pm

Thin Mint GS cookies make me happy.
February 24 at 9:39pm

I opine that painting doors is a lovely way to welcome spring. And reading Renee Mathis’s favorite poems.
March 19 at 3:54pm

Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion; behold thy King cometh unto thee:He is just and having Salvation; Lowly and riding upon an ass. Zechariah 9:9
March 27 at 11:15pm

Kendra F. at Preschoolers and Peace recommends Picture Book Preschool.
April 9 at 7:59pm

I love this “bucket list” for Christians by Joe McKeever.
April 24 at 5:47pm

“Her own misfortunes engrossed all the pity she once had for those of another, and nothing gave her ease. In company she dreaded contempt, and in solitude she only found anxiety.” ~The Vicar of Wakefield by Oliver Goldsmith

A few thoughts on the finale of LOST, probably more to come.
May 24 at 9:22am

‎’If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men.” Romans 12:18. I realized yesterday that I’m not very good at peacemaking. Now what do I do?
June 14 at 1:18pm

In South Dakota so far we’ve encountered an exploded pizza oven, a lost ice cream truck, and DD’s plane commandeered by Canadians. What more?
July 11 at 3:39pm

“A ‘yes, grace, but’ disposition is the kind of posture that keeps moralism swirling around in the church.” T. Tchividjian
July 18 at 9:59am

“They try to fix us instead of helping us meet the Jesus who is present in our unfixedness. Sometimes they try to silence us so they can protect the rest of the church from people like us because we might poison the rest of the congregation. Mostly, they try to ignore us and hope we’ll go away– and usually we do. We may still attend, but our soul withers and dies because we have decided there is something wrong with us so we silence the very voice of God in our lives.” ~Mike Yaconelli
July 20 at 3:56pm

In Which I Am Born and I meditate on the numbers 52 and 53.
July 28 at 10:09am

Shakespeare at Winedale: I’m back from Winedale with thoughts about Twelfth Night and Macbeth.
August 1 at 5:25pm

What I Learned from Psalm 1. Stand firm, even when you don’t feel like a tree.
August 8 at 10:46pm

I’m having trouble getting my mind wrapped around (home)school this year. So much stuff to learn and experience, so little time.
August 14 at 2:28pm

“What will break me? This is the question that consumes me . . . devours my waking hours and weaves itself throughout my nightmares.”~Mockingjay, ch.11 Will Satan devour us? See my post at Semicolon.
September 17 at 5:39pm

“How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how gloriously different are the saints.” ~C.S. Lewis You don’t have to be a robot to be a Christian; God makes every snowflake different.
September 21 at 8:39am

Avoiding a fight is a mark of honor; only fools insist on quarreling. Proverbs 20:3. Think I should make a wall-sized poster & hang it in the kids’ bathroom?
October 8 at 3:30pm

I want to resign —from everything. I might make a competent desert hermit monk (female). Is there a word for that?
October 10 at 11:37am

Thanksgiving: I am thankful for a country in which the transfer of power, or the partial transfer, is peaceful and even fun. Well, it’s fun for me today. Thank you, Lord.
November 3 at 2:01pm

November Thanksgiving: Thank you Lord for #cybils. I’m having so much fun reading Middle Grade Fiction. Lovely books.
November 11 at 11:28pm

Mature Christians are those who realize the depth of their brokenness and cling all the more tightly to Jesus.
November 16 at 8:52

C.Colson: “In a culture marked by radical individualism & the dictatorship of relativism, obedience to [Christ] is a revolutionary act.”
November 19 at 9:54am

“A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. . . . God is , if I may say it, very unscrupulous.” CS Lewis, Happy Birthday!
November 29 at 1:30pm

I seem to have misplaced my JOY; has anyone seen it lying around?
December 16 at 12:02am

Eschewed worry; found joy; Merry Christmas all!
December 22 at 6:56pm

Happy New Year–from Facebook to me to you.

Semicolon Bible Study and Reading Plan for 2011

I posted the other day about 52 Ways to Read and Study the Bible in 2011, and Nina asked what my plan was for 2011.

Book-at-a-Time Bible Reading Plan from Discipleship Journal (NavPress) I plan to see if Engineer Husband or any of my children would like to join me in reading through the Bible according to this plan this year.

I also hope to do an in-depth study of at least one book of the Bible each month:

January: Galatians

February: Proverbs

March: Matthew

April: Matthew

May: Proverbs

June: Jonah

July: Hosea

August: I Corinthians

September: Job

October: John

November: John

December: John

O.K. I’d rather set my goals high and miss than set no goals and achieve . . . nothing. I’m hoping to set aside about an hour a day for Bible study and reading this year.

Sunday Salon: Flotsam and Jetsam

Mario Vargas Llosa, recent Nobel Prize for Literature winner, gave an acceptance speech entitled “In Praise of Reading and Fiction. The entire speech is worth reading. Although Vargas Llosa still seems to think that religion, all religion, is a divisive and violent force in the world, he has come to see the horror of Marxism. Politically, he calls himself a “liberal,” in the classical sense of the word, supporting free markets and non-authoritarian government.

Good literature erects bridges between different peoples, and by having us enjoy, suffer, or feel surprise, unites us beneath the languages, beliefs, habits, customs, and prejudices that separate us. When the great white whale buries Captain Ahab in the sea, the hearts of readers take fright in exactly the same way in Tokyo, Lima, or Timbuctu.

In my youth, like many writers of my generation, I was a Marxist and believed socialism would be the remedy for the exploitation and social injustices that were becoming more severe in my country, in Latin America, and in the rest of the Third World. My disillusion with statism and collectivism and my transition to the democrat and liberal that I am – that I try to be – was long and difficult and carried out slowly as a consequence of episodes like the conversion of the Cuban Revolution, about which I initially had been enthusiastic, to the authoritarian, vertical model of the Soviet Union; the testimony of dissidents who managed to slip past the barbed wire fences of the Gulag; the invasion of Czechoslovakia by the nations of the Warsaw Pact; and because of thinkers like Raymond Aron, Jean Francois Rével, Isaiah Berlin, and Karl Popper, to whom I owe my reevaluation of democratic culture and open societies. Those masters were an example of lucidity and gallant courage when the intelligentsia of the West, as a result of frivolity or opportunism, appeared to have succumbed to the spell of Soviet socialism or, even worse, to the bloody witches’ Sabbath of the Chinese Cultural Revolution.

Have any of you read any of Vargas Llosa’s novels?

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I find these attacks on children and families very disturbing. God forgive us and heal us.
When Is Twins Too Many? by Tom Blackwell Is this where abortion-on-demand leads?

Is this vignette of the situation in France an indication of where the institution of marriage is headed in the U.S.? Christians need to making the biblical case for marriage now to young Christians because I don’t think it’s at all obvious to them anymore.

The Scandal of Gendercide—War on Baby Girls And this tragedy in the making is yet another result of our abortion-hardened culture.

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Where do you find the time (to read)? by Jessica Frances Kane I love this brief meditation on time. HT: Girl Detective. “Don’t get a dog. Decorate minimally, including holidays. Maintain no position on Halloween costumes or children’s birthday parties. Use gift bags. Shop rarely.”

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Marilynne Robinson: “I’m kind of a solitary. This would not satisfy everyone’s hopes, but for me it’s a lovely thing. I recognize the satisfactions of a more socially enmeshed existence than I cultivate, but I go days without hearing another human voice and never notice it. I never fear it. The only thing I fear is the intensity of my attachment to it. It’s a predisposition in my family. My brother is a solitary. My mother is a solitary. I grew up with the confidence that the greatest privilege was to be alone and have all the time you wanted. That was the cream of existence. I owe everything that I have done to the fact that I am very much at ease being alone. It’s a good predisposition in a writer. And books are good company. Nothing is more human than a book.” HT: Anecdotal Evidence

On the Seventh Day of Christmas, Nashville, TN, 1828

From the biography, American Lion: Andrew Jackson in the White House by Jon Meacham:

Shortly after nine on the evening of Monday, December 22, three days before Christmas, Rachel [Jackson] suffered an apparent heart attack. It was over. Still, Jackson kept vigil, her flesh turning cold to his touch as he stroked her forehead. With his most awesome responsibilities and burdens at hand she left him. ‘My mind is so disturbed . . . that I can scarcely write, in short my dear friend my heart is nearly broke,’ Jackson told his confidant John Coffee after Rachel’s death.

At one o’clock on Christmas Eve afternoon, by order of the mayor, Nashville’s church bells began ringing in tribute to Rachel, who was to be buried in her garden in the shadow of the Hermitage. The weather had been wet, and the dirt in the garden was soft; the rain made the gravediggers’ task a touch easier as they worked. After a Presbyterian funeral service led by Rachel’s minister, Jackson walked the one hundred fifty paces back to the house. Devastated but determined, he then spoke to the mourners. ‘I am now the President elect of the United States, and in a short time must take my way to the metropolis of my country; and, if it had been God’s will, I would have been grateful for the privilege of taking her to my post of honor and seating her by my side; but Providence knew what was best for her.'”

Today’s Gifts
A song: In the Bleak Midwinter, lyrics by Christian Rossetti, music by Gustav Holst.

A booklist: Biographies of the U.S. Presidents (books I’m planning to read)

A birthday: Christina Rossetti, b.1830.
Walt Disney, b. 1901.

A poem: Love Came Down at Christmas by Christina Rossetti.

Sunday Salon: The Amen! Praise the Lord! Edition

The lame walk. Wow! HT: Lars Walker at Brandywine Books.

Here, both the data about world health and prosperity and the way it’s presented are fascinating. You’ll just have to take my word for it and watch to understand what I’m talking about:

I really like this idea: Journibles.

The idea for this comes from Deuteronomy 17:18, where God commands the kings of Israel to hand-write their own copy of the Torah, or book of the law. The purpose of this was so that they would carry it with them always, read it, learn from it, and lead the people accordingly. It’s interesting to note that 3400 years later, educators have been discovering that most people learn kinesthetically, by doing or writing things out for themselves.

As you open the book, you will see chapter and verse numbers on the right-hand pages. These are conveniently spaced according to the length of each verse. However, these pre-formatted lines are left blank for you to hand-write your Journibleâ„¢ book of yourself.

In fact, I think I’m going to ask for one of these, maybe the book of John, for Christmas.

Sunday Salon, Sunday Fascinations

A list of ten favorite quotations from children’s literature. Ooooh, I want one. I’ll have to make my own.

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Connie Willis has a new set of two books (a twology?) about her crazy time-traveling historians. The books are Blackout and All Clear, and in these two books the historians are traveling to World War II Britain. I can’t wait, but I’ll have to wait until after Cybils season. Maybe someone will give me the two volume set for Christmas? Hint, hint. Review of Blackout at Becky’s Book Reviews.

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I don’t really like short stories. Even if they’re good, they’re disappointing because there’s not enough. Nevertheless, this list, compiled by a group of NPR interns, looks worthwhile. I might even find a short story that I can enjoy on its own terms.

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I’m working on a project of collecting books for this orphanage in Zambia. Today I’ll list the picture books that I would like to send/take to Zambia this summer, and on future Sundays I’ll list the easy readers and middle grade fiction books that I would like to take to be placed in the library there. If you would be interested in helping with this project by providing any of the books (new, or used in good condition), please email me for more information. You can order any of the books from Amazon by clicking on the title link and have them sent to me (yes, I get a small kickback from Amazon which I will use to purchase more books). Right now the plan is for a group from my church to go to Zambia this summer and take the books that we have gathered with them.

Rabbit Makes A Monkey of Lion by Verna Aardema
Bringing the Rain to Kapiti Plain by Verna Aardema
This for That: A Tonga Tale by Verna Aardema
My Five Senses by Aliki.
Chicka Chicka Boom Boom by John Archambault and Bill Martin.
Listen to the Rain by John Archambault and Bill Martin.
Ten, Nine, Eight by Molly Bang
Flash, Crash, Rumble and Roll by Franklyn Branley.
The Important Book by Margaret Wise Brown.
Beautiful Blackbird by Ashley Bryan
Along the Luangwa: A Story of an African Floodplain by Schuyler Bull.
Crocodile Crossing by Schuyler Bull.
I Can’t Said the Ant by Polly Cameron.
Do You Want to Be My Friend by Eric Carle.
The Tiny Seed by Eric Carle.
The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle.
Does God Know How to Tie Shoes by Nancy Carlstrom.
Mama Panya’s Pancakes by Mary Chamberlin.
The Little Fish That Got Away by Bernadine Cook.
Not So Fast, Songololo by Niki Daly.
Pretty Salma by Niki Daly.
The Cloud Book by Tomie dePaola.
The Hatseller and the Monkeys by Baba Waque Diakite.
Feel the Wind by Arthur Dorros.
Follow the Water from Brook to Ocean by Arthur Dorros.
Petunia by Roger Duvoisin.
Eating the Alphabet by Lois Ehlert.
Take This Hammer by Beryl and Sam Epstein.
Jambo Means Hello by Muriel Feelings.
Moja Means One by Muriel Feelings.
Millions of Cats by Wanda Gag.
Trucks by Gail Gibbons.
Each Orange Had 8 Slices by Paul Giganti.
How Many Snails by Paul Giganti.
Look What Came from Africa by Miles Harvey.
Count Your Way Through Africa by James Haskins.
How Animals Care for their Babies by Roger Hirschland.
Count and See by Tana Hoban.
Is It Red? Is It Yellow? Is It Green? By Tana Hoban.
My Hands Can by Jean Hozenthaler.
Rosie’s Walk by Pat Hutchins.
At the Crossroads by Rachel Isadora.
Over the Green Hills by Rachel Isadora.
Peter’s Chair by Ezra Jack Keats.
Whistle for Willie by Ezra Jack Keats.
The Little Drummer Boy by Ezra Jack Keats.
Africa Is Not a Country by Margy Burns Knight.
A Hole Is to Dig by Ruth Krauss.
The Carrot Seed by Ruth Krauss.
The Story of Ferdinand by Munro Leaf.
Jafta by Hugh Lewin.
Jafta and the Wedding by Hugh Lewin.
Jafta’s Mother by Hugh Lewin.
Jafta’s Father by Hugh Lewin.
Fish is Fish by Leo Lionni.
Swimmy by Leo Lionni.
Eating Fractions by Bruce Macmillan.
Beatrice’s Goat by Page McBrier.
Africa’s Animal Giants by Jane McCauley.
Animals in Summer by Jane McCauley.
Ways Animals Sleep by Jane McCauley.
Growing Colors by Bruce McMillan.
One Hen by Katie Smith Milway.
A Kiss for Little Bear by Else Minarik.
My Rows and Piles of Coins by Tololwa Mollel.
Bread, Bread Bread by Ann Morris.
Houses and Homes by Ann Morris.
Shoes, Shoes by Ann Morris.
On the Go by Ann Morris.
Tikki Tikki Tembo by Arlene Mosel.
Sikulu & Harambe by the Zambezi River; An African Version of the Good Samaritan Story by Kunle Oguneye.
Hailstones and Halibut Bones by Mary O’Neill.
Vacation in the Village by Pierre Njeng.
A Is For Africa by Ifeoma Onyefulu.
Chidi Only Likes Blue: An African Book of Colours by Ifeoma Onyefulu.
Emeka’s Gift by Ifeoma Onyefulu.
Triangle for Adaora: An African Book of Shapes by Ifeoma Onyefulu.
The Icky Bug Alphabet Book by Jerry Pallotta
The Ocean Alphabet Book by Jerry Pallotta.
The Yucky Reptile Alpahbet Book by Jerry Pallotta.
The Toolbox by Anne Rockwell.
Machines by Anne Rockwell.
The Bicycle Man by Allen Say.
Somewhere in the World Right Now by Stacy Schuett.
Seeds and More Seeds by Millicent Selsam
Caps for Sale by Esphyr Slobodkina.
Noah’s Ark by Peter Spier.
Monkey Sunday: A Story from a Congolese Village by Sanna Stanley.
Elizabeti’s Doll by Stephanie Stuve-Bodeen.
Elizabeti’s School by Stephanie Stuve-Bodeen.
Mama Elizabeti by Stephanie Stuve-Bodeen.
Babu’s Song by Stephanie Stuve Bodeen.
I Love My Hair by Natasha Tarpley.
Oh Not Toto by Katrin Tchana and Louise Tchana Pami.
Rain Drop Splash by Alvin Tresselt.
The Camel Who Took a Walk by Jack Tworkov.
Four Feet Two Sandals by Karen Lynn Williams.
Galimoto by Karen Lynn Williams.

If you have more suggestions for picture books that would be especially appropriate for preschoolers in an orphanage in Zambia, please leave your suggestions in the comments section. If you want more information about donating books to this project, email me at sherryDOTearlyATgmailDOTcom.

Sunday Salon: More Fascinations (Quite Random)

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First of all, Happy Halloween to all the saints, both those on earth and those who have preceded us into heaven. I believe that Christians can celebrate Halloween in good conscience and while giving glory to God in all we do. Here are some resources to read about this perspective on the celebration of Halloween:
Debunking Halloween Myths at The Flying Inn.
On Halloween by James Jordan.

I’m fascinated by young people who do hard things, like this 23 year old who has started an orphanage in Nepal.

Shakespeare really sounded like . . . a Scotsman?

Donate old cellphones to Hopeline to help women in crisis.

John Grisham’s latest thriller (yes, I admit to taking a guilty pleasure in reading the novels of Grisham) features a Lutheran pastor. I usually eschew popular, best-selling literature, unless I can say I discovered it before it became popular, in a sort of reverse, inside-out snobbery. But I make an exception for Grisham. I am tired of Grisham’s anti-death penalty agenda getting in the way of his story-telling, and from what I can tell by reading the review this latest book harps on that topic. I’ll probably read it anyway.

Jamie Langston Turner, who writes generally wonderful but quiet little stories, has another book or two that I haven’t read: No Dark Valley (reviewed at Hope Is the Word) and maybe a couple of older books: Suncatchers and By the Light of a Thousand Stars. I have read her latest book, Sometimes a Light Surprises, and I reviewed it here, although it wasn’t my favorite of her books.

Finally, the books I’ve read this month (October) have been mostly Cybils nominees and INSPY nominees, with a few exceptions thrown in for variety:

CYBILS MIddle Grade Fiction nominees:
Shooting Kabul by N.H. Senzai. Semicolon review here.
The Red Umbrella by Christina Diaz Gonzalez. Semicolon review here.
The Strange Case of Origami Yoda by Tom Angleberger. Semicolon review here.
The Fences Between Us by Kirby Larson. Semicolon review here.
I, Emma Freke by Elizabeth Atkinson. Semicolon review here.
Tortilla Sun by Jennifer Cervantes. Semicolon review here.
The Private Thoughts of Amelia E. Rye by Bonnie Shimko. Semicolon review here.
Wishing for Tomorrow by Hilary McKay. Semicolon review here.
A Million Shades of Gray by Cynthia Kadohata. Semicolon review here.
This Means War! by Ellen Wittlinger. Semicolon review here.
The Death-Defying Pepper Roux by Geraldine McCaughrean. Semicolon review here.
The Total Tragedy of a Girl Named Hamlet by Erin Dionne. Semicolon review here.
My Life as a Book by Janet Tashjian. Semicolon review here.
Grease Town by Ann Towell. Semicolon review here.
Max Cassidy: Escape from Shadow Island by Paul Adam. Semicolon review here.
Rocky Road by Rose Kent.
Crunch by Leslie Connor.
Leaving Gee’s Bend by Irene Latham.
Betti on the High Wire by Lisa Railsback.
Mamba Point by Kurtis Scaletta.

INSPYs Young Adult Fiction nominees:
This Gorgeous Game by Donna Freitas.
Once Was Lost by Sara Zarr.
(I’m not allowed to post a review of these until the judging is over in December.)

Others:
The Cardturner by Louis Sachar. Semicolon review here.
No and Me by Delphine de Vigan. Semicolon review here.
Keep Sweet by Michele Dominguez Greene.
Carney’s House Party by Maud Hart Lovelace. Semicolon thoughts (and music) here.
My Hands Came Away Red by Lisa McKay. Semicolon review here.
8th Grade Superzero by Olugbemisola Rhuday-Perkovich. Semicolon review here.

This Means War! by Ellen Wittlinger

It’s 1962 again, just as in Deborah Wiles’ Countdown (Semicolon review here), and while JFK and Khrushchev play chicken in the Cuban Missle Crisis, Juliet Klostermeyer and her friends are competing with the boys in a series of “challenges” to see who’s best, the boys or the girls. Starting with a simple foot race, the challenges escalate until it’s obvious that somebody’s bound to get hurt. Juliet just wants the wars to be over, both of them, but her friend Patsy is determined that the girls will win, no matter what it takes.

As in Countdown, This Means War! was a book filled with duck and cover drills, bomb shelters, and people living in fear. And again, I thought the fear factor was overdone. Maybe we were just too dumb to be afraid in West Texas where I grew up. I remember worrying about tornados, about fires, about drug-crazed hippies like Charles Manson, but not about atomic bombs.

What I liked about This Means War! was the mirror effect of having the children involved in their own escalating war while the Communists and the U.S. were busy daring one another be the first to back down in a nuclear confrontation. The children’s war does get out of hand, and it’s obvious that the lesson that they learn about how easily a game can turn dangerous is the same lesson that countries need to learn about their own disputes. However, the lesson is never stated outright, and the author trusts her readers to get it by themselves. A wise decision.

I liked this book just as much as I did Countdown, and if I were to teach this era in history in a middle grade classroom, I’d be tempted to use both books. Let half the class read one and half the class read the other, and then have a discussion of the two books and what the students learned from each one. The Red Umbrella would be another good book to include in a unit on this time period. Even though it takes place a bit before 1962, and even though it’s more appropriate for a little bit older audience, The Red Umbrella does look at Castro’s Cuba from a Cuban (American) point of view.

So, what other books, fiction or nonfiction, would you include in a unit on the 1960’s for middle grade children?