I first saw this very mellow library Christmas video from the Seneca College Library in Toronto at Sam Houston’s Book Chase a few months ago. I saved it for the holiday season. Enjoy.
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Children’s Fiction of 2007: When Heaven Fell by Carolyn Marsden
Two of Carolyn Marsden’s books for middle grade readers were published this year and nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction: Bird Springs (Semicolon mini-review here) and When Heaven Fell. I liked the latter book much better than I liked Bird Springs.
When Heaven Fell is the story of nine year old Binh who lives in post-war Vietnam and sells fruit and sodas to the schoolgirls on their way to school, a school she can’t afford because her family doesn’t always have enough money for food, much less for school uniforms and books. When the family finds out that Ba Ngoai, Binh’s grandmother, had a daughter during the war, a daughter who was sent away to America to be adopted because she was half-American, and that that grown-up daughter is coming to visit her mother, Ba Ngoai, everyone in the family is excited and expecting Auntie Di Hai to bring rich presents. Maybe she’ll even take them all to America, since all Americans are rich and since Di Hai has a house big enough for the entire extended family.
The story is told from Binh’s point of view, which makes the contrast in cultural expectations and in wealth even more stark and a bit painful. The book doesn’t go for the guilt trip, however, attempting to make Americans, and indeed Westerners in general, feel guilty for their great wealth in comparison to the rest of the world. Instead, I felt Di Hai/Sharon Hughes’ quandary as she tries to understand what it is these people, her family that she doesn’t really know or remember, expect from her and what she can give. I would pair this book with Mitali Perkins’ Rickshaw Girl to start a discussion of how to help people in poverty, what our responsibilities are as “rich” people, and what family obligations and charity involve. Also, for a discussion of cross-cultural adoption, you could read this book with Kimchi and Calamari by Rose Kent, another Cybils nominee about another adopted child, this time from Korea, who tries to find his natural mother and understand his cultural heritage.
Christmas Senses
The Christmas Senses
By Betsy
I am hearing, I am eating,
I am seeing, I am touching,
I am smelling, all on Christmas day.
I hear… Christmas bells, I eat… Christmas cookies,
I see… the Christmas lights on the house, I touch… the decorations,
and I smell… the gingerbread men, all on Christmas day.
To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 10th
George MacDonald was born December 10, 1824. He wrote At the Back of the North Wind, The Light Princess, The Princess and the Goblin, and The Princess and Curdie, all fairy tale/fantasies for children. I’ve read all four of these, and I like best The Light Princess, the story of a princess who was cursed at birth with “no gravity,” both in the literal and the figurative sense. I tried to read one of MacDonald’s romances a long time ago, but I don’t remember finishing it. C.S. Lewis was quite fond of MacDonald’s adult fantasies, Phantastes and Lilith. I think I also tried one of these long ago but didn’t understand it (which proves that I’m not C.S. Lewis’ intellectual equal, not that I ever thought I was). MacDonald also had a long and successful marriage which produced six sons and five daughters.
Some people think it is not proper for a clergyman to dance. I mean to assert my freedom from any such law. If our Lord chose to represent, in His parable of the Prodigal Son, the joy in Heaven over a repentant sinner by the figure of ‘music and dancing’, I will hearken to Him rather than to man, be they as good as they may.” For I had long thought that the way to make indifferent things bad, was for good people not to do them.”
I wonder how many Christians there are who so thoroughly believe God made them that they can laugh in God’s name; who understand that God invented laughter and gave it to His children… The Lord of gladness delights in the laughter of a merry heart.”
Certainly work is not always required of a man. There is such a thing as a sacred idleness —the cultivation of which is now fearfully neglected.”
How do you cultivate “Sacred Idleness”? What does that mean to you? Or is it just blather?
Geroge MacDonald also wrote a book poetic devotionals, one devotional poem for each day of the year. The poem for December reads thus:
What makes thy being a bliss shall then make mine
For I shall love as thou and love in thee;
Then shall I have whatever I desire
My every faintest wish being all divine;
Power thou wilt give me to work mightily,
Even as my Lord, leading thy low men nigher,
With dance and song to cast their best upon thy fire.
If it helps, I believe the poem is addressed to God.
Children’s Fiction of 2007: Leap of Faith by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley
I discovered this gem of a book on the New Books shelf at the library and decided to take a chance. Then, lo and behold, it got nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction, an award for which I just happen to be on the nominating committee. I don’t know if Leap of Faith will make the finalist list for the Cybil Award or not, but it is one of the best books for children about faith and Christianity and religion that I’ve read —ever.
You can probably name several children’s and young adult books that mention God and faith and Christianity. And, of course, if you’re a Christian kid there are several preaching-to-the-choir choices available at the Christian bookstore, fiction that attempts to convert or to encourage the already converted. But how many children’s books can you name that are actually about the process of coming to faith, without being preachy or proselytizing? There’s The Bronze Bow, Newbery Award winning historical fiction by Elizabeth Speare from fifty years ago. What else?
Leap of Faith is about Abigail, a sixth grade girl from a non-religious family who’s forced to attend a Catholic school. She’s “forced” because she’s been expeled from the local public school —for attacking a boy with a knife in the school cafeteria. It doesn’t help matters that the boy Abigail knifed was the son of the public school’s principal. Nor does Abigail’s anger dissipate easily when her parents refuse to discuss the reason that she used a knife and act as if they don’t really believe that she was defending herself. (The book is a bit like Laurie Halse Anderson’s Speak, although not quite as dark or as mature in theme.)
As the story progresses, Abigail decides to get her parents’ attention by doing something completely outrageous, becoming a Catholic. She doesn’t really believe any of that God stuff, but she’s not sure why her lack of faith should be an obstacle to her saying the words and doing what’s necessary to shock her parents into seeing her and listening to what she says. Abigail’s just tired of being invisible in her home.
She also becomes involved in drama class at her new school, and despite her intentions to remain invisible at school, she makes friends, especially one friend Chris, who’s really Catholic and good at drama and just easy to be around. As Abigail grows and learns to deal with her anger, she unexpected discovers that she has a gift for acting. And she discovers some other unexpected things about herself, too.
Again, this is a great book about a hard subject to get right. God, especially Christianity and God, is almost a taboo subject in children’s literature. It’s OK to mention prayer or going to church or questions about God and the Bible. But to write an entire book about a girl who pretends to become a Christian and then surprises herself by actually believing . . . well, that’s ground-breaking, as far as I’m concerned. And I commend Ms. Bradley for her guts and her excellent writing.
By the way, I’m not Catholic, but I am Christian. I think non-Catholics and non-Christians and Catholics and anyone with an open mind would enjoy reading Leap of Faith.
Other bloggers:
Miss Erin: “One of my favorite things about Cybils is the opportunity to read a book that I probably wouldn’t have picked up otherwise; particularly when I end up really liking it. Leap of Faith was one of those, and I’m happy I had the chance to discover it.”
Young Adult Fiction of 2007: Cracker: The Best Dog in Vietnam by Cynthia Kadohata
Cynthia Kadohata is the author of the Newbery Award winning book, Kira-Kira as well as last year’s Cybil Finalist for Middle Grade Fiction, Weedflower. They’re both great books, and this new book, Cracker is just as good. But unlike Kira-Kira, a book about a Japanese American girl named Katie remembering her childhood, and Weedflower, the story of a young middle school age girl who is sent with her family to a Japanese interment camp during WW II, Cracker is not about being Japanese American, and it’s not about a young teenage or pre-teen girl.
It’s a war story about a seventeen year old young man named Rick Hanski and his experiences as a dog handler in Vietnam toward the end of the American involvement in Vietnam’s civil war. Cracker is Rick’s dog, a German shepherd, and part of the story is told from the point of view of the dog. This switch back and forth from Rick’s point of view to Cracker’s doesn’t always work. Sometimes the change from one to the other is even done in mid-paragraph with no warning, but the story’s so good that I was willing to ignore the difficulties in role changing that I had to jump through as a reader. Ms. Kadohata doesn’t anthropomorphize Cracker, the dog, too much, but Cracker’s thoughts are a little bit sophisticated for a German shepherd.
Yeah, this book is for dog lovers, but it’s also for guys, or girls, who are thinking about joining the military. Or it might be just the book for sending over to a soldier friend in Iraq or Afghanistan. I wouldn’t recommend it for anyone younger than, say, twelve years old, however. The language is relatively clean, and there are no “mature situations” as they say in the movie disclaimers, but the violence of a real shooting war is described in all of its, well, violence.
Rick, the protagonist, is a great character. He’s been told that he’s a “generalist” not a “specialist”, that her doesn’t really “apply himself”, and that he doesn’t have any particular gifts or talents. Nevertheless, Rick decides that he’s going to “whip the world.” He doesn’t know how or where or when, but as he kind of stumbles into the army, then into dog handling, then over to Vietnam, Rick grows into a man of integrity and purpose. I want to give this book to Computer Guru Son, age 22, but I know he wouldn’t read it with the picture of the dog on the front and the subtitle “the best dog in Vietnam.” That subtitle makes the book sound and look way too juvenile, and I’m afraid it’s going to be a hard sell to those young adults that I think would really enjoy it the most.
Cracker: The Best Dog in Vietnam by Cynthia Kadohata is nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction.
Children’s Fiction of 2007: Paint the Wind by Pam Munoz Ryan
I’m really not an animal person. I don’t much like animals, and I don’t really own any. (My kids have a cat that’s supposed to stay outside, but that’s another story.) I never went through the junior high love of horses phase nor the phase that all my friends went through when they wanted to go to Texas A&M and become veterinarians. I haven’t ever read a single Marguerite Henry book all the way through.
However, I really, really enjoyed Pam Munoz Ryan’s new book, Paint the Wind, billed as “a breathtaking horse story in the enduring tradition of Marguerite Henry.” The story is told mostly from the point of view of Maya, an orphan whose parents died in a car accident and who lives with her insanely over-protective paternal grandmother. When Maya’s grandmother dies, Maya goes to live with her mother’s family, a family that Grandmother has always warned Maya to avoid because they “live with animals. Like animals.”
But, of course, it’s time for Maya to make her own way and come to terms with her mother’s family, a family of ranchers in Wyoming, and decide for herself whether she’s suited for the freedom and wide open spaces of the West.
Aunt Vi leaned back on her elbows, and her eyes turned wistful, like when she sang around the campfire.
‘Look around. Out here in all this bigness, every single thing matters and stands out. When the horses run against the wind with their manes and tails flying, I think they look like fleeting brushstrokes of color. I consider them the artists on this enormous outdoor canvas, making it more beautiful.'”
That description reminded me of West Texas where I grew up. Maybe that’s a part of my fondness for this story, but it’s only a part. Ms. Ryan does do a fine job of describing and placing the reader in the “bigness” of Wyoming ranching country. Here’s another example:
Maya . . . slowly turned in a circle and looked up at an endless and cavernous sky. There was far more heaven above her than there was earth below, and the horizon seemed worlds away. Without a white wall to define her boundaries, how would she ever know when she disappeared from someone’s view?”
I like that thought because I’ve felt the opposite. When I first came to Houston, I felt trapped and enclosed by all the trees. Even in the town in West Texas, it’s fairly easy to find a place where you can see the horizon stretching out in a long line in front of you, but here there is no horizon, just more and more trees. Too many boundaries. I’ve become accustomed to it for the most part, but I still feel a wonderful sense of freedom and limitless possibility when I drive out to West Texas and see the horizon out in the distance.
Paint the Wind is a book about boundaries and about freedom, about wild horses and the dangers and the advantages of running free. Aunt Vi tells Maya not to let the sky “swallow you up.” But she also advises Maya that some horses, at least, are better off in the wild even though it’s perilous and the horses are exposed to predators and to the whims of men who sometimes capture the wild horses in what’s called a “gather.” Interspersed throughout the book are several short chapters that are told from the point of view of Artemesia, lead mare of a wild horse band whose fate becomes intertwined with Maya’s.
Maya travels from sterile safety to adventure and excitement as the story progresses, and she grows from a spoiled, over-protected girl into a confident young lady. I found the story, the setting, and the characters intriguing and beautifully realized.
Paint the Wind is one of the nominees for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction.
Other bloggers reviews:
Miss Yingling didn’t much care for Paint the Wind.
Camille at Book Moot, however, says “the book will have great appeal for those same horse loving book readers.”
Franki at A Year of Reading: “I always read for character–plot is secondary to me as a reader-and Maya will stay with me for a very, very long time.”
Name That Movie: Christmas Edition
These are quotations from the movies that help make up a Semicolon family Christmas. Can anyone name all ten?
1. “If you’re ever under a falling building and someone offers to pick you up and carry you to safety, don’t think, don’t pause, don’t hesitate for a moment— just spit in his eye.”
“What did that mean?”
“It means we’re going to Vermont.”
2. “Why don’t you kiss her instead of talking her to death?”
“You want me to kiss her, huh?”
“Ah, youth is wasted on the wrong people.”
3. “Yeah, there’s a lot of bad ‘isms’ floatin’ around this world, but one of the worst is commercialism. Make a buck, make a buck. Even in Brooklyn it’s the same–don’t care what Christmas stands for, just make a buck, make a buck.”
4. Rats, singing: “This is my island in the sun!”
5. “All I want is what I have coming to me. All I want is my fair share. ”
6. “Why am I such a misfit? I am not just a nit-wit. You can’t fire me, I quit. Seems I don’t fit in.”
7. “Garments were invented by the human race as a protection against the cold. Once purchased, they may be used indefinitely for the purpose for which they are intended. Coal burns. Coal is momentary and coal is costly. There will be no more coal burned in this office today.”
8. Stacy: Come on, you guys. She must have some good qualities. Think about it. Come on, you two.
Matt: Well, both her eyes are the same color.
Tanya: She never threw up on me.
9. “I wanted to play ‘Mousetrap. Ya roll your dice, ya move your mice. Nobody gets hurt.”
Yeah, we’re heavy on the animated features around here. I still have a six year old in the house.
To This Great Stage of Fools: Born December 2nd
David Masson, Scottish writer and editor, b. 1822. Mr. Masson was “an enthusiastic friend and admirer of Thomas Carlyle,” and he “actively promoted the movement for the university education of women.” He wrote a biography: Life of Milton in Connexion with the History of His Own Time in six volumes and edited a three volume edition of Milton’s collected works.
David Macaulay, b. 1946. I love Mr. 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 experience David Macaulay’s books, you should. Any one of them would make a great Christmas for the architecturally inquisitive child or adult on your list.
To This Great Stage of Fools: Born November 30th
Another Red Letter Day for literature in the English language:
Jonathan Swift, b. 1667. Read “A Lump of Deformity Smitten With Pride.”
Mark Twain, aka Samuel Clemens, b. 1835. Mark Twain’s Christmas greeting from 1890:
It is my heart-warmed and world-embracing Christmas hope and aspiration that all of us, the high, the low, the rich, the poor, the admired, the despised, the loved, the hated, the civilized, the savage (every man and brother of us all throughout the whole earth), may eventually be gathered together in a heaven of everlasting rest and peace and bliss, except the inventor of the telephone.”
Lucy Maud Montgomery, b. 1874.
Christmas broke on a beautiful white world. It had been a very mild December and people had looked forward to a green Christmas; but just enough snow fell softly in the night to transfigure Avonlea. Anne peeped out from her frosted gable window with delighted eyes. The firs in the Haunted Wood were all feathery and wonderful; the birches and cherry trees were outlined in pearl; the ploughed fields were stretches of snowy dimples; and there was a crisp tang in the air that was glorious. Anne ran downstairs singing until her voice re-echoed through Green Gables.
Winston Churchill, b. 1874. Christmas with Churchill by Gerald Pawle, Blackwoods Magazine, Vol. 314, No. 1898, December, 1973.
