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Books Read in June 2008

By A Spider’s Thread by Laura Lippman. Not bad, but I’ve already forgotten the details.

The Gollywhopper Games by Jody Feldman. Semicolon review here.

You Know Where To Find Me by Rachel Cohn. Semicolon review here.

The Missing: Found by Margaret Peterson Haddix. Semicolon review here.

Abbeville by Jack Fuller. Semicolon review here.

100 Cupboards by N.D. Wilson. Semicolon review here.

Blue Like Friday by Siobhan Parkinson. Semicolon review here.

When Crickets Cry by Charles Martin. Semicolon review here.

Gathering Blue by Lois Lowry.

Messenger by Lois Lowry.

The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare by G.K. Chesterton. Semicolon review here.

The Totally Made-up Civil War Diary of Amanda MacLeish by Claudia Mills. A divorce book. I got mad at the parents, felt sorry for Amanda, and wanted the author to tell her characters, especially the dad, to grow up and take responsibility.

Don’t Talk To Me About the War by David A. Adler.

Shift by Jennifer Bradbury. A road trip turns into a mystery turns into a coming of age story about two buddies who choose different roads to adulthood.

Chasing Normal by Lisa Papademetriou. Semicolon review here.

Tennyson by Lesley M.M. Blume. Semicolon review here.

Old School by Tobias Wolff.

My Enemy’s Cradle by Sara Young. Semicolon review here.

Winter in Madrid by C.J. Sansom. Semicolon review here.

Best Book Read this Month: Old School by Tobias Wolff. I’l try to review it soon.

Second prize for the month: The Man Who Was Thursday, since I’m still thinking about it.

Several of the others were pretty good, too. It was a good reading month.

Still More Booklists

Albert Mohler touts ten recently published books at Ten for the History Books — Summer Reading [Part 1] and Ten for the History Books — Summer Reading [Part 2]. Via Kathryn Judson at Suitable for Mixed Company.

Tim Keller’s Summer Reading list: Nine nonfiction Christian books picked by Mr. Keller, then beach picks by Kathy Keller, “series picks to keep you busy at the beach (mostly secular fiction, except Lewis, Tolkien, and Chesterton, but nothing offensive).”
Of the nine non-fiction picks, I am ashamed to say I’ve only read one: Mere Christianity, a very good book by the way.

Common Grounds Online Summer Reading List, 2008–Non-Fiction. The only one of these I’ve read is the one fiction title that accidentally got onto the list: Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton.

Common Grounds Online Summer Reading List, 2008–Fiction. I’m doing a little better here in fiction territory. I’ve read Gilead and The Great Gatsby. And I’m definitely planning to read Leif Enger’s new book, So Brave, Young and Handsome.

Image Journal has a list of 100 Writers of Faith. Of the works listed, I’ve read fourteen and also read something by a few more of the authors listed.

Bloggers on Selfless Service

Ken Brown on Selfishness and Self-Sacrifice in LOST.

Peter learns a lesson on selflessness in the school library.

Here’s another lesson on the rewards of unselfish service from Irena Sendler, a woman who should have won the Nobel Peace Prize.

Sometimes you don’t get your rewards in this life, and that’s O.K. Jesus said:

Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. Blessed are you who hunger now, for you shall be satisfied. Blessed are you who weep now, for you shall laugh. Blessed are you when men hate you and ostracize you and cast insults at you and spurn your name as evil for the sake of the Son of Man. Be glad in that day and leap for joy, for behold, you reward is great in heaven; for in the same way their fathers used to treat the prophets. But woe to you who are rich, for you are receiving your comfort in full. Woe to you who are well fed now, for you shall be hungry. Woe to you who laugh now, for you shall mourn and weep. Woe to you when all men speak well of you, for in the same way their fathers used to treat the false prophets

Convicting, much?

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Poetry and Fine Art Friday

One of my favorite books of poetry came out of the Harlem Renaissance in New York in the 1920’s (1927), James Weldon Johnson’s God’s Trombones: Seven Negro Sermons in Verse. So I looked at You Tube to find a spoken version of one of Johnson’s poem/sermons. There I found pastor Wintley Phipps performing “Go Down Death.”

It’s a moving performance, poetry and the art of drama combined.

Today’s Poetry Friday round-up is hosted at Biblio File.

Happy Birthday to Charlotte Zolotow

Charlotte Zolotow was born Charlotte Gertrude Shapiro on this date in 1915 in Norfolk, Virginia. Because her books have been so beautifully meaningful to me and so treasured by my children, I included ten of her more than seventy books in my preschool read aloud curriculum, Picture Book Preschool. (Only two other authors, Peter Spier and Gail Gibbons, have that many books on the Picture Book Preschool reading list.)
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Big Sister and Little Sister. I love this story of how a little sister hides from her slightly overbearing big sister, but repents when she hears Big Sister crying. It’s the classic sister story.

I Like To Be Little. Originally titled I Want to Be Little, a child rejoices in the things she can do and enjoy because she’s still small.

Mr. Rabbit and the Lovely Present. This book won a Caldecott Honor for Maurice Sendak’s watercolor illustrations, but I love it for the story. According to Ms. Zolotow, Mr. Rabbit is inspired by Harvey, the six foot tall friend of Elwood P. Dowd. But Mr. Rabbit is so wonderfully helpful and at the same time a bit dense as he suggests the same sorts of impractical presents over and over.

Over and Over. A little girl experiences the year as a series of holidays and events and then learns that everything will happen over and over every year. “She remembered a snowman and a pumpkin, a Christmas tree and a birthday cake, a Thanksgiving dinner, and valentines. But they were all mixed up in her mind.”

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Something Is Going to Happen. Unfortunately out of print, this book describes how a family wakes up with the feeling that “something is going to happen,” and they discover that it has snowed in the night.

The Storm Book. In this one, Ms. Zolotow writes about an impending summer storm instead of a snowfall, but the sense that something exciting is going to happen is palpable in this book as the children play outside and then watch the storm come and go.

Summer Is. A seasonal concept book that takes the reader through all four seasons with a poetic text full of tangible, memorable seasonal details. Also out of print, darn it.

The Summer Night.

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William’s Doll. Here’s the story of how Willliam’s Doll came to be, and although it was somewhat controversial back in the 1970’s when it was published, William’s Doll has become a beloved picture book portrayal of how all children need to learn to nurture as well as build and throw a ball. In talking about WIlliam’s Doll, Ms. Zolotow says that she’s a feminist, but that the book wasn’t written to bolster feminist ideology. Well, I’m not a feminist, but I think William’s Doll is a fine story for boys and girls who want to play with the toys that give them joy whether they’re “boy toys” or “girl toys”.

Now it’s your turn. Please leave a link to your post celebrating Charlotte Zolotow’s birthday, her work, her influence as an editor, or anything else Zolotow-related. Ms. Zolotow’s daughter, author Crescent Dragonwagon has promised to stop by and read the posts to Ms. Zolotow who is vision-impaired, but still living in her home.

Crescent Dragonwagon: me & my semi-famous aging mother: navigating love with fierce persistence

The next Semicolon Author Celebration will be July 10th, a celebration of the life and work of John Calvin, an author of a very different stripe from Charlotte Zolotow. However, if you’re a fan of Mr. Calvin, a Calvinist, or a semi-Calvinist, think about writing something to link on that date.

Tennyson by Lesley M.M. Blume

Strange things had happened at Innisfree before. In fact, strange was usually normal at Innisfree. But what had happened the night before was a new sort of strange. A frightening, unsettling sort of strange, the sort of strange that nags at you when you try not to think about it, flickers behind your eyelids when you try to go to bed at night and won’t let the sleep come.

Sadie hadn’t come home.”

The setting is the backwoods of Mississippi during the Great Depression, and Sadie is the wannabe poet and writer mother of our heroine, Tennyson. She disappears during a game of hide-and-seek, at dusk, when Tennyson, her little sister Hattie, and their father Emery come home but Sadie doesn’t. Emery is so besotted with his Sadie that he goes to look for her and leaves the girls at his childhood home, a decaying hulk of a Louisiana plantation home called Aigredoux. There the two girls make the acquaintance of their long estranged family members:

Aunt Henrietta Fontaine, a faded Southern matriarch who writes dozens of letters on thin blue paper to the U.S. government each week, asking them to return her family’s fortune, lost in the Civil War, so that Aigredoux can be restored to its former glory.

Uncle Twigs, the President of the Louisiana Society for the Strict Enforcement of the Proper Use of the English Language.

Zulma, the black servant, cook, and confidante, descendant of slaves, who stays at Aigredoux because “there’s more of my family’s bones buried out back than there are Fontaine bones. Aigredoux belongs just as much to me as it does to you–more so, maybe.”

While reading this hauntingly strange Southern novel, I felt as if Blume were channeling Faulkner—for children. Then again, I’ve never actually read Faulkner, so how would I know? The atmosphere of faded and rotting gentility built on a foundation of slavery and brutality was so strong and was just what I would imagine would be found in Faulkner’s novels. Aigredoux “pushed its way into Tennyson’s dreams and made her see funerals and spiders.”

I must say that I liked this novel, but I’m not sure children or even most teens would “get it.” It’s not very realistic, but then I’m not sure it’s meant to be. (SPOILERS) Tennyson dreams things that actually happened. Then, she writes stories that are accepted by a New York magazine and published to universal acclaim. No explanation is given for these events. No ghosts. No clairvoyance. No magic. No precocious genius. Zulma does call Tennyson a “voodoo girl.”

Still, there was certain something about the story that has me still thinking about it days after reading it. Tennyson might be for the poet and the dreamer and the quirky, individualistic wild child in all of us.

Other reviews:

The Reading Zone: In many ways, Tennyson reminded me of Natalie Babbitt’s Tuck Everlasting. Both books treat children as intelligent human beings by handling realistic situations and stories. Yet they both embrace the magical realism that is all too often missing in children’s fiction.

Semicolon Author Celebrations

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I just had a wonderful brainstorm of an idea. (I don’t get those too often, so I must take advantage.)

I’ve been posting on Semicolon about authors and their birthdays almost since the blog began back in 2004. I enjoy learning about new-to-me authors and celebrating favorite authors on their birthdays.

So, I thought why not have blogosphere-wide celebration for certain of my favorite authors on their birthdays? I pick an author with an upcoming birthday, let folks know about the celebration, and if you enjoy that author too, you can post about his/her books: reviews, the time you met Author X, or whatever is related to that particular author, maybe a list of read-alikes for other adoring fans.

I checked my author birthday book, and the first Semicolon Author Birthday Celebration will be held on June 26th, this Thursday for:

Charlotte Zolotow

Ms. Zolotow, if you’re unfamiliar with her work, is the author of many, many beloved and classic picture books, more than seventy according to her website. She also worked as an editor for Harper Collins Publishers, editing books with such authors as Paul Fleischman, Judith Viorst, Laurence Yep, Patricia MacLachlan, Karla Kuskin, and many others.

I’l get back to you about my favorite Charlotte Zolotow books on Thursday. In the meantime, if you are a lover of Ms. Zolotow’s work, please plan to write a post in honor of her birthday, and come back and link here on Thursday so that we can celebrate together. (You can re-post something you’ve written in the past if you’d like.) If you’re just hearing about Charlotte Zolotow in this post, check out some of her books and let us know what your impressions are. And in the meantime, please spread the word.

Other upcoming celebrations (all on Thursdays so that we can remember):
July 10: John Calvin, b. 1509.

July 17: Isaac Watts, b.1674.

July 24: Alexandre Dumas, pere, b.1802.

August 7: Betsy Byars, b.1928.

August 28: Tasha Tudor, b.1915, d.2008.

Chasing Normal by Lisa Papademetriou

Page 3: The twelve year old narrator of this story, Mieka, finds out that her grandmother, the paternal one that she’s never met, is sick, and she and her father are going to Houston for a three week visit.

Immediately, my radar kicked in. I live in Houston. I hate movies and books about Houston and about Texas in which it’s obvious that the author or director never set foot in the state or didn’t pay much attention when she did. I turned to back of the book and read that the author lives with her husband in Massachusetts. Bad sign. So, the first thing I’m looking at as I read is whether or not Ms. Papademetriou got Houston right:

Check one, Houston IS hot, and walking outside in the summer does feel like getting “smacked in the face by a solid mass of heat.”

Check two, the teenage girls do wear flip-flops and tankinis, and lots of people have a swimming pool in the backyard.

Check three, Camp Franklin sounds just like an Episcopalian day camp would be with Bible stories and skits and art projects and team-building challenges and singing repetitive choruses.

Check four, Houston does have huge cockroaches that actually fly short distances, and it is disgusting.

Check five, the place names are right, The Galleria, River Oaks.

Check six, people in Houston do deal with the heat “mostly by never going outside.” And “everything is drive-through.”

So, I was so worried about whether or not the author would get Houston right, and then when the cousins in the story ended up in the church day camp, whether or not the author would get church right, that I almost missed the story. The story was about being real and kind at the same time, and of course all of the Texans in the story were rich, hypocritical, and materialistic. I say “of course” because in addition to being concerned about how Texas is portrayed in fiction, I’m also a bit defensive about how Texans come across in fiction, too. I have a theory that the bragging that we Texans are famous for is really an inferiority complex that we have as a result of so much misunderstanding and bad press directed at us from the East Coast and the West Coast. Not all Texans are rich. Most of us can’t afford to shop at the Galleria. And we’re no more fake and materialistic than the rest of the country. (Although people who live in River Oaks might be a little on the rich, spoiled, shopaholic side. 🙂

We all come to stories with our own preconceptions, prejudices, and defense mechanisms. I’ll have to admit that I got so lost in mine that I’m not sure how good or not this children’s fiction novel is. I thought it had some good moments, such as when Mieka makes a special bowl in art class at the day camp. But it all felt a little too predictable to me. Spoilers here if you haven’t read the book, but I knew that Mieka’s cousin Greta would turn out to be O.K. underneath all the fake perfection. And I knew Mieka’s dad wouldn’t take the job in Houston and betray his artistic calling. And I knew cousin Mark wasn’t really a genius.

Nice try, but it really didn’t stand up to the Houston heat as far as I’m concerned. Let me know if you read it and review it and like it better.

Tasha Tudor: August 28, 1915 – June 18, 2008

Oh, my, I just read that Tasha Tudor died yesterday at her home in Marlboro, Vermont.

“Einstein said that time is like a river, it flows in bends. If we could only step back around the turns, we could travel in either direction. I’m sure it’s possible. When I die, I’m going right back to the 1830s. I’m not even afraid of dying. I think it must be quite exciting.” ~Tasha Tudor


Tasha Tudor and Family website.

Tasha Tudor’s World by Joan Donaldson.

My favorite Tasha Tudor books.

“Life isn’t long enough to do all you could accomplish. And what a privilege even to be alive. In spite of all the pollutions and horrors, how beautiful this world is. Supposing you only saw the stars once every year. Think what you would think. The wonder of it!” ~Tasha Tudor

In which I invite Tasha Tudor to tea.

Carmon remembers Tasha Tudor.