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Moxy Maxwell Does Not Love Stuart Little by Peggy Gifford

Betsy-Bee’s review:

Moxy Maxwell is a nine year old crazy girl who has to read the book Stuart Little. She keeps the book with her all summer, And she does not read it (It seems like she will fall in love with him!). She always has a excuse for why she does not read it. It made me think about when I have excuses to not do my school, my jobs, etc. She takes Stuart Little with her everywhere! She has very good ideas all the time, and one of them was a Peach Orchard. She accidently drowned her mom’s Prizewinning Dahlias and her mom got mad at her and let her go to one place and could not go to some other place and she had to stay home. Eventually she stays up all night and reads all of the book of Stuart Little. Moxy’s twin brother Mark is always taking photos. I love the characters: Moxy Maxwell, Mark Maxwell, Pansy Maxwell, Miss Maxwell, the dogs, Mudd and Rosie, Moxy’s friend Sam, Mr. Maxwell (Ajax). It is a very good and funny book. Moxy Maxwell is a funny, crazy, bossy, smart, good excuse girl and a good friend. You should really read Moxy Maxwell Does Not Love Stuart Little today! Make sure you read all of it .(I’m not kidding!)

Sherry’s Mom Thoughts: Moxy Maxwell Does Not Love Stuart Little really is a good book, one of the funniest I’ve read this year. Check out these sample chapter titles:

Chapter 8: In Which Moxy Actually Considers Reading Stuart Little.
Chapter 11: The Part Where the Story Really Starts to Heat Up.
Chapter 32: In Which Moxy’s Mother Sees a Dahlia Fall From the Sky.
Chapter 36: The Breath of Ajax Is Felt Upon Moxy

Great fun. Easy enough for a second or third grader to read, and yet there’s enough universally appealing kid humor to hold the interest of older children and even adults like me.

The photographs with captions, ostensibly taken by Moxy’s twin brother Mark, are an integral part of the story and very well done. I think kids are going to love this book, and they might even be inspired to read Stuart Little after they finish reading about Moxy Maxwell’s adventures.

By the way, I think Betsy-Bee has a new nickname for those times when she’s acting a bit like Moxy Maxwell. Don’t you think calling her “Moxy-Bee” with a smile will encourage her to ditch the excuses and distractions and get to work?

This book has been nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. Do you have a favorite children’s book published in 2007? Nominations are still open in the following categories: Fantasy and Science Fiction, Graphic Novels, Fiction Picture Books, Middle Grade Fiction, Middle Grade and Young Adult Nonfiction, Nonfiction Picture Books, Poetry, and Young Adult Fiction.

Book Review: Emma-Jean Lazarus Fell Out of a Tree, by Lauren Tarshis

Reviewed by Brown Bear, age 12:

When I first saw this book, I looked at the jacket blurb and got an entirely incorrect first impression, as almost all of my first impressions are. I thought I would not enjoy the book because I thought I knew what kind of book it was. It thought it would be very typical and predictable.

It was not typical and it was not predictable in any way.

Emma-Jean Lazarus is suddenly faced with many difficulties. Emma-Jean doesn’t understand other kids. She considers them illogical and she knows that some are very rude. She keeps her distance from her classmates, observing them but never really interacting. But, despite this, when Colleen Pomerantz, whom she discovers sobbing over the bathroom sink at her school, asks desperately for her help with a problem of her own, Emma-Jean decides to help her.

On top of this, a boy named Will Keeler is being injustly picked on by a teacher, and she decides to help him as well. Emma-Jean solves both of their problems using methods involving forgery and trickery. But what happens when her deception is found out? Will Emma-Jean decide that getting into other people’s business, even with their permission, is a bad idea? Will she go back to the Emma-Jean she was before she walked in on Collen crying in the bathroom?

I enjoyed this book very much because A) The kids in it were exactly my age, which pleased me, B) It was original and wasn’t too reminiscent of any other books, and C) It had many different angles, so I never grew bored.

I don’t know what my favorite Cybil nominee is yet, but this one was one of the best I’ve read.

Sherry’s Thoughts: When Emma-Jean Lazarus’s classmates taunt her and call her “strange”, she and her mother look up the word in the Oxford English Dictionary, “kept out on her mother’s dresser for handy reference.”

The second definition for strange is “extraordinary, remarkable, singular.” Emma-Jean and her mother decide that the description is quite accurate as applied to Emma-Jean, and they further decide that Emma-Jean should take such an epithet as a compliment rather than an insult. The “strange” thing about the episode is that Emma-Jean does deal with all her problems just so logically.

Emma-Jean reminds me of the TV detective, Monk. She’s never labelled with OCD or Asperger’s or any other of the multitude of labels we give to those have strange (and remarkable) personalities, and that’s a strength of the novel. I’m not like Emma-Jean, but I can identify. Which of us isn’t extraordinary, remarkable, and singular in the unique way God created each of us, and which of hasn’t known the feeling of not fitting in with the crowd?

Emma-Jean learns and grows over the course of the novel, and at the same time she remains a singular, remarkable young lady. I agree with Brown Bear Daughter that this book was one of the best of the Cybil nominees I’ve read.

Cork & Fuzz: Good Sports by Don Chaconas

Reviewed by Betsy-Bee, age 8:

Cork was a muskrat and Fuzz was a possum. They both like it when they win a game. Fuzz always won and Cork wanted to win. And he finally did. It made me think about when my family always wins and I don’t. But eventually I do. Fuzz had longer legs then Cork; Fuzz was better at stickball than Cork and he was better at tackle ball. But Cork can swim and Fuzz can’t and he was very, very good at hide-and-seek. But there was a game that they both could win: A three-legged race!

Sherry’s thoughts: I read Cork & Fuzz: Good Sports, too, and I thought it was an entertaining and delightful easy reader. Cork and his friend Fuzz are personable characters, and the words themselves are difficult enough to be challenging (level 3), but with some repetition for phonetic and sight word practice.

This easy reader has been nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. Do you have a favorite children’s book published in 2007? Nominations are still open in the following categories: Fantasy and Science Fiction, Graphic Novels, Fiction Picture Books, Middle Grade Fiction, Middle Grade and Young Adult Nonfiction, Nonfiction Picture Books, Poetry, and Young Adult Fiction.

How to Steal a Dog by Barbara O’Connor

Reviewed by Karate Kid, age 10:

How to steal a dog? Well, this book doesn’t really tell how to steal a dog, it tells why to steal a dog. Here we go, there is a girl named Georgina, and her little brother is named Toby. They are very poor and live in a car. Their father left them, leaving only a roll of quarters and a mayonaise jar with a bunch of crumpled dollar bills. That wasn’t much to live on and Georgina’s “Mommy” didn’t make too much money. One night, Georgina saw a sign, Small Dog Lost! Reward: $500 . That got Georgina thinking, what if she stole a dog, waited until she saw reward signs, and returned it for money! She asked her mom if 500 dollars would be enough to get a real home. Her mom said probably. Georgina’s heart leaped and she told Toby (her brother, remember) her plan. The next day they looked all over the neighborhood for dogs that wouldn’t bark, bite, or chew their leash off and run away. Finally, on a street called Whitington Road, they found it. A house that looked so good on the outside… with a dog on the porch. It was so inviting that Georgina imediatly whistled for him and he came right over! They picked him up and took him across the highway to an old house in the woods. there he stayed . . . for awhile. . . I am not telling you what happens next; I’ve given away enough already! Read it, you’ll love it!

This book and many other great reading adventures have been nominated for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. Do you have a favorite children’s book published in 2007? Nominations are still open in the following categories: Fantasy and Science Fiction, Graphic Novels, Fiction Picture Books, Middle Grade Fiction, Middle Grade and Young Adult Nonfiction, Nonfiction Picture Books, Poetry, and Young Adult Fiction.

Musical Memories Meme

Instructions for me: Access your iPod, Media Player or music storage device of choice, set it to random, and post the opening lyrics to the first 10 songs that come around, then let the friends-list guess the songs and artists (or songwriters, if you will). Offer fabulous prizes if do-able; if not, offer virtual Hershey’s kisses or somethin’.

And the instructions for you: Guess away, and have fun. Just refrain from peeking at the comments until you’ve made your guesses, because otherwise that’s JUST NOT RIGHT. And, uh, if you’ve WRITTEN the song in question, maybe you should bypass it.

No prizes. Well, maybe I could send you one of the songs off my iTunes. Can I do that? Is it legal?

1. They say that ___________ ___________ owned one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker’s only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.

2. When you’re weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes,
I will dry them all
I’m on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can’t be found . . .

3. And _____________ was her name,
A not so very ordinary girl or name.
But who’s to blame?
For a love that wouldn’t bloom
For the hearts that never played in tune.

4. I’m the cat that got the cream
Haven’t got a girl but I can dream
Haven’t got a girl but I can wish
So I’ll take me down to Mainstreet
And that’s where I select my imaginary dish.

5. Go ahead drive the nails in My hands,
Laugh at Me where you stand.
Go ahead, and say it isn’t Me,
The day will come when you will see . . .

6. I ran away from you
And left you crying
And though I’m back to stay
You think I’m lying
But I’ve changed
My ways.

7. _____________________________________
Where it’s warm and secure,
Are sorry you bought the one way ticket
When you thought you were sure.
You wanted to live in the land of promise
But now it’s getting so hard.

8. When I die there won’t be much to salvage from my earnings
I never had a lot of land or houses to my name
I’ve never been a corporate prince on Madison and New York
I never held a diamond in my hand.

9. Hey, girl whatcha doin down there
dancing alone every nite while I live right above you
I can hear your music playin’
I can feel your body swayin’
one floor below me you don’t even know me:
I love you.

10. Well, _______________ with their soft lights,
Your eyes that promise sweet nights,
Bring to my soul a longing, a thirst for love divine.
In dreams I seem to hold you, to find you and enfold you,
Our lips meet and our hearts, too, with a thrill so sublime.

I had to skip several songs on my iTunes that don’t have lyrics, music from LOTR and several Big Band hits and jazz numbers. Anyway, the first one to guess all ten wins . . . the satisfaction of having eclectic, weird, and mostly-seventies musical tastes.

The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart

Four exceptional children:
Sticky Washington, the boy with a glue-like memory.
Kate the Great Weatherall, or The Great Kate Weather Machine as she would prefer to be called.
Reynie Muldoon, the leader with a knack for figuring out puzzles.
Cranky Constance whose salient talent is that of finding the negative in everything and telling everybody about it, loudly and sometimes in verse.

Their Mission: To save the world, of course.

Their Enemy: Ledroptha Curtain, arch-villain whose goal is control of the world and whose methods are almost impossible to resist.

Their Friends: Mr. Benedict, Mysterious Milligan, Rhonda Kazembe, and Pencil Woman Number Two.

Can four children infiltrate the Learning Institute for the Very Enlightened (L.I.V.E.), find out what Mr. Curtain is doing, how he is doing it, and how to stop him before he takes over the world?

I loved this book. It reminded me first of last year’s Kiki Strike —without the feminist agenda. In The Mysterious Benedict Society, just in Kiki Strike, four children form a team to fight evil, each has his own special abilities, and the adventure never quits. But in Benedict the children are two boys and two girls, and there’s never any hint of boys against girls or that obnoxious phrase “girl power.”

I think, for Harry Potter fans, there are some HP echoes, too, although I can’t be sure since I’m the only reader in North America who hasn’t read Harry Potter. (Constance and I share a stubborn streak.) Anyway, the idea of an elite group of children with special abilities who are tasked with learning to use their talents and finding a way to save the world seems to me to be straight out of the HP world.

Other themes in the books include: facing fear, finding and cherishing family, and teamwork. Each of these motifs is played out in the course of an adventure that keeps the reader turning the pages to see what will happen next. The Mysterious Benedict Society is Mr. Stewart’s first novel for children, and it’s a corker. I can hardly wait to read more books by this author.

Oh, and Computer Guru Son, who is a Decemberists (musical group) fan, immediately recognized the cover art as the work of Carson Ellis who also does the album cover art for the Decembrists. Here’s an interview with Ms. Ellis, if you’re interested.

Two more things you’ll understand only if you’ve already read the book: I really liked the revelation about Connie at the end of the book, and I didn’t guess it at all. And did anyone else have the brains and the time to figure out the riddle at the end of the book concerning Mr. Benedict’s first name? I must be dense because I still have no idea.

Oh, I also liked the fact that the book actually ends. The author may have left some room for a sequel, but in our mania for sequels and series we’ve gone way overboard, IMHO. I’m sort of tired of the book that never ends but only promises to do so possibly at some time in the future, and this one was a satisfying change. Nice ending, and I’m game for a possible sequel with some of the same characters or for something completely different from Mr. Stewart next time around.

The Curiosity Chronicle: An Interview With Trenton Lee Stewart.

Other reviews:

Renee’s Book of the Day: “I did enjoy the book a lot and definitely believe that ten- or eleven- year olds would drink this book right up. It’s full of puzzles, intrigue, evil plots, bullies, sinister institutions, action, humor, and warmth.”

Jen Robinson’s Book Page: “I would have adored this book when I was 10 or 11. The Mysterious Benedict Society is a sure winner for middle grade readers, boy and girls, especially if they like puzzles, or reading about mystery and adventure.”

Tried and Found Wanting

I’m becoming more and more willing to give up on books that are not doing anything for me after the first fifty or hundred pages. One reason blog reviews are so useful: they indicate for me whether or not I should persevere in hopes of finding something worthwhile.

Full Dark House–Fowler. Recommended by author Anne Perry.

Homestead–Lippi Recommended by Carrie at Mommy Brain.

Housekeeping—Robinson. I loved Gilead, but I couldn’t get into this one, her first novel.

Inheritance of Loss–Desai. Strange people, and not because it’s set in India.

Night Inspector—Busch. A Civil War sniper, post-war, obsesses over his war experience. Maybe something else happens later?

Raising Demons–Jackson Recommended by At a Hen’s Pace —in a comment here. I found the first half of the book amusing, but I just lost interest along the way.

Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell: A Novel –Susanna Clarkson. I found that I couldn’t face a thousand plus pages of bringing magic back to Britain. Is there something else there that I missed by not finishing?

Confederacy of Dunces–Toole Recommended in a comment here. The main character was a dunce, and I don’t suffer fools gladly. Well, maybe what’s-his-face had something to teach or say, but it didn’t reveal itself in the first one hundred pages.

The Man With the Red Bag by Eve Bunting. In my quest to read children’s fiction published in 2007, I picked up this book at the library. It was predictable, and I didn’t finish. I didn’t really care what the man had in his red bag, and I knew from about page three that it wasn’t a bomb.

Children’s Fiction of 2007: Camel Rider by Prue Mason

Camel Rider, first published in Australia in 2004, was published in its first US edition in 2007, making it eligible to be considered for the Cybil Award for Middle Grade Fiction. And it’s been nominated.

I read the book a couple of weeks ago. It’s set in a fictional city, Abudai, that’s “typical of any one of the many oil-rich states in the Arabian Gulf.” The two main characters, Adam and Walid, are both both non-natives of Abudai. Adam is the spoiled son of an Australian pilot who has a job working for Abudai Airlines. Walid is a Bangladeshi boy, sold into virtual slavery to become a camel rider for a man called Old Goat and his partner Breath of Dog. (You’ve got to like those names, or nicknames. Walid doesn’t have a real name; according to the book, “walid” means boy.)

When war comes to Abudai, Adam and Walid are both lost in the desert. They find each other and manage to communicate despite their lack of a common language. So, Camel Rider is basically a survival story with a little bit of multicultural understanding mixed in. And coming of age, growing up. The most interesting parts of the book deal with the misunderstandings that come about when Adam and Walid try to work together to escape the desert and avoid Walid’s captors who think they own him. The differences in cultural norms, which could have been laughable had the two boys not been in such a critical situation, become a microcosm of the worldwde misunderstandings and differences that cause war between countries.

I’m a little tired of reading about spoiled rotten kids who eventually turn out to save the day or win the prize or something else great. (Code Orange by Caroline Cooney, Spelldown by Karen Luddy) Rotten kids thrown into crisis don’t always rise to the occasion. Sometimes, they crash. Nevertheless, the adventure part of Camel Rider, when Adam, who’s nearly thirteen years old, grows up and begins to act like a fairly responsible kid, is engaging, and there’s the added advantage of learning something about the customs and culture of the Arabian pennisula in a relatively painless way. Then, of course, without the plot device of Adam’s irresponsibly running away at a critical moment, there would be no story.

Camel Rider was nominated for the Cybil Award by Kristen of pixie stix kids pix (say that fast three times), and although I searched her site for a review, I couldn’t find one. If you’ve reviewed the book, please leave a comment, and I’ll link.

Movie News

Ariel at BitterSweet Life tells me that they’re making a movie based on one of my favorite books, A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Van Auken. Wow, I hope they do a good job with this one. One good sign is that the screenwriter is Barbara Nicolosi, a blogger and an intelligent one to boot. (Her blog: Church of the Masses)

Mommy Life Barbara’s recommending the movie Ushpizin (available for rental).

The movie version of Khaled Housseini’s The Kite Runner comes out in early November. I have a feeling I won’t be able to watch it because there are scenes in the book that I couldn’t watch enacted on a big screen. It was, and is, a great book nevertheless.

I’m not sure about this movie either. It’s based on the book Into the Wild by John Krakauer, and it’s about adolescent rebellion and adventure gone awry. I haven’t read the book, but I might see the movie anyway.

Autumn Rain recommends the movie Wit with Emma Thompson. I think I’ll have to add this one to my movie queue.

Has anyone seen this Snow White-goes-to-college movie, and is it rated PG-13 for something that I would not want to see? It sounds cute and funny, but I’ve been fooled before.

Things That Scare Me

I just linked to Michelle’s blog called Scribbit, and she’s having a writing contest for October. The idea is to write a post on the topic “Things That Scare Me.”

Time for true confessions. There are only three things that I can think of that really scare me: freeways, cockroaches, and dentists. All my other fears can be classified under one of those three general headings. I live in Houston so that I can pretend to confront my fears while practicing the same avoidant behavior I would anywhere else.

I’m afraid of freeways because I don’t merge well. I never have. I look back, and look in front of me, glance at the speedometer, and then freeze. “Get me safely off this ramp,” I pray, “and I promise I’ll never get on one again.” I haven’t been on a freeway since 2004, Hurricane Rita, when I had to drive during the evacuation. Since the traffic was only moving at about ten mph, I had my fear under control. I wasn’t really afraid of the hurricane. I do OK with weather. It’s merging onto freeways that terrifies me. Houston has lots of freeways. I don’t drive on them. I believe that’s a wise decision, and I’m sure that if you’re reading this piece and live in Houston, you will agree that we’re both safer with me off the on ramp.

Houston also has lots of roaches. Large flying roaches. I tell my husband, who to tell the truth isn’t too fond of the nasty little creatures either, that I’m not afraid of them, just respectful. Cockroaches and I maintain a healthy distance. Engineer Husband can kill them, pick them up, dispose of them. I woke up once in the middle of the night with something wet in my hand. You guessed it: I didn’t sleep soundly for a week. This fear of cockroaches is symbolic of the irrational fears that we all have. I know that a dead roach, or even a live one, won’t really hurt me, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t stand the little buggers.

Dentists. I’m not really afraid of dentists. A dentist at a party or a dentist visiting our church is not a fearsome thing. I’m really afraid of pain. A dentist once gave me what she called a “palatal,” a shot in the palate in the roof of my mouth. I have birthed eight babies, some without epidurals, and I have never experienced such pain. My teeth can rot out of my mouth before I will ever let a dentist give me a palatal again. This fear is emblematic of the fear of the unexpected, especially the unexpected suffering for which I’ve had no time to prepare myself. With babies, you have nine months to get ready, arrange for anesthesia if necessary, but you never know when you might get a shot in the . . . palate.

So there’s the fear that is the better part of valor. Don’t drive onto the ramp if you know you can’t merge. There is the fear that’s obviously irrational, but fairly harmless. Why pick up the roach if you have a husband who’s willing to demonstrate his manhood by doing it for you? And there’s the very real fear that something really bad will hit me in a soft spot, and I won’t be ready, won’t have the courage or the endurance needed to make it through. That last fear I know I can’t avoid forever or always pass on to someone else. No one can go to the dentist for me. The only way is to keep going and pray that I’ll have the strength if and when I need it. And protect that soft palate as best I can.