by Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass:
When the first bird sings and the first bud pes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals--
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting--
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me.
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,--
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--
I know why the caged bird sings!
from Jump Back, Paul: The Life and Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar by Sally Derby, 2015, Candlewick Press
Monday, December 28, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
Disappointed (Monday Poem)
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
An old man planted and dug and tended,
Toiling in joy from dew to dew:
The Sun was kind and the rain befriended:
Fine grew his orchard and fair to view.
Then he said: "I will quiet my thrifty fears,
For here is fruit for my failing years."
But even then the storm-clouds gathered,
Swallowing up the azure sky;
The sweeping winds into white foam lathered
The placid breast of the bay, hard by;
Then the spirits that raged in the darkened air
Swept o'er his orchard and left it bare.
The old man stood in the rain, uncaring,
Viewing the place the storm had swept;
And then with a cry from his soul dispairing,
He bowed him down to the earth, and wept.
But a voice cried aloud from the driving rain:
Arise, old man, and plant again!"
from Jump Back, Paul: The Life and Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar by Sally Derby, 2015, Candlewick Press
An old man planted and dug and tended,
Toiling in joy from dew to dew:
The Sun was kind and the rain befriended:
Fine grew his orchard and fair to view.
Then he said: "I will quiet my thrifty fears,
For here is fruit for my failing years."
But even then the storm-clouds gathered,
Swallowing up the azure sky;
The sweeping winds into white foam lathered
The placid breast of the bay, hard by;
Then the spirits that raged in the darkened air
Swept o'er his orchard and left it bare.
The old man stood in the rain, uncaring,
Viewing the place the storm had swept;
And then with a cry from his soul dispairing,
He bowed him down to the earth, and wept.
But a voice cried aloud from the driving rain:
Arise, old man, and plant again!"
from Jump Back, Paul: The Life and Poems of Paul Laurence Dunbar by Sally Derby, 2015, Candlewick Press
Monday, December 14, 2015
The Sun Never Says (Monday Poem)
by Hafiz
Even after all this time,
the sun never says to the earth,
"You owe me."
Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky.
Even after all this time,
the sun never says to the earth,
"You owe me."
Look what happens with a love like that.
It lights the whole sky.
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Books for Festive Holiday Celebrations (FAMILY magazine reviews)
Making memories can be one
treasured part of holiday preparations and celebrations. One important piece of
holiday memory making is remembering what is best from previous holidays. Choose
some favorite stories from the past and match them with some new stories --
like the books featured on this page -- to share with young ones most dear to
you this season. Merry, merry!!
Miracle on 133rd
Street by Sonia Manzano
Illustrated by Marjorie Priceman
It’s
Christmas Eve and the roast is too big for the oven in Jose’s family apartment.
Everything is too small; the Christmas tree, the oven, the apartment, Mama
complains. She’s homesick for Puerto Rico. To make her laugh, Jose says, “We
need a pizza oven!”
Jose’s
Papí thinks it’s “Not a bad idea!” So they box the roast and carry it
downstairs, through the neighborhood and across the bridge to the Pizzeria. On
the way, they meet up with neighbors in the building and on the street who are
all having trouble getting into the Christmas spirit. Kids are fighting,
grownups are sad (missing family), scared (of muggers), or worried about money.
Ray
from Regular Ray’s Pizzeria, is lonely because his customer’s only come for
take-out. He let’s them use his oven for the roast. Then, when it’s ready, he
accepts Papí’s invitation to join the family to share the roast to celebrate
Christmas. On the way back, they meet the same people, who decide to accept Papí’s
invitation. Everyone follows the “miraculous aroma” to Jose’s small apartment.
The
colorful gouache and ink illustrations are busy with energy and crowded with
action. Both names and skin tones, suggest a variety of cultures. The
expressive faces and body language in the artwork partner with lyrical text and
well-placed dialog to create generous movement in the story.
“It’s a miracle,” says Mama,
greeting the two Jose’s at the door. It smells like Puerto Rico, home. Even
more amazing --“this apartment is big enough to hold all our friends.” This is
a warm and ultimately happy holiday storybook.
Atheneum Books, $17.99
Interest Level: Junior
Kindergarten – Grade 4
The Best Parts of
Christmas by Bethanie Deeney Murguia
Fritz
chooses the best tree for his family’s Christmas. He “knows the ornaments want
to be close” not spread out, as his mama suggests. This leads him to discover
that “almost anything can be an ornament!” So, the tree has a soccer ball,
pawprint paintings from the dog, a teddy bear, and of course candy canes and
gingerbread cookies all hung on its branches.
Pen and ink and watercolor feature
the tree as the center of each double page spread, until the final page. Plenty
of white space accents the tree with all its decorations and presents. Fritz knows
that what happens around the tree - ornaments, presents, wishes, reading, naps
– are the best parts of Christmas.
But, the tree loses its needles and
is almost bare. And, although Fritz is NOT ready for Christmas to be over, Mama
puts away the decorations and Papa takes the tree out.
The final page, set in Fritz’s
bedroom, includes what he realizes. With a stick in a vase on a bedside table,
“almost anything can be an ornament.” This delightful, cheery story offers a
creative conclusion to a dilemma faced by many families with young children - how
to end the holiday season without tears.
Candlewick Press,
$14.99
Interest Level:
Pre-Kindergarten – Grade 1
Baking Day at
Grandma’s by Anika Denise
Illustrated by Christopher Denise
This
rollicking, rhyming picture book is perfect preparation for holiday baking.
Three little bears tramp through the snow to grandma’s house. Together, they
create a perfect cold weather treat.
The team of Anika and Christopher
Denise has created a playful, merry story. Lively language matches the glowing
illustrations, created using Adobe Photoshop. Sensory text and dancing pictures
remind readers that one of the joys of the season is time to spend with those
we love.
Philomel Books, $16.99
Interest Level:
Pre-Kindergarten – Grade 1
More wonderful
holiday book choices:
Certain Poor
Shepherds: A Christmas Tale by Elizabeth Marshall Thomas
Illustrated by Jonathan Bartlett
Candlewick Press,
$15.99
Interest Level: Grades
3-6
The Smallest Gift of
Christmas by Peter Reynolds
Candlewick Press, $10
Interest Level:
Pre-Kindergarten – Grade 2
Brother Giovanni’s
Little Reward: How the Pretzel Was Born
by Anna Egan Smucker
Illustrated by Amanda Hall
Eerdmans Books, $17
Interest Level: Kindergarten
– Grade 3
Monday, December 7, 2015
WILD GEESE (Monday Poem)
by Mary Oliver
from Wild Geese: Selected Poems by Mary Oliver, 2004, Bloodaxe
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
from Wild Geese: Selected Poems by Mary Oliver, 2004, Bloodaxe
Monday, November 30, 2015
The Ponds (Monday Poem)
by Mary Oliver
Every year
the lilies
are so perfect
I can hardly believe
their lapped light crowding
the black,
mid-summer ponds.
Nobody could count all of them--
the muskrats swimming
among the pads and the grasses
can reach out
their muscular arms and touch
only so many, they are that
rife and wild.
But what in this world
is perfect?
I bend closer and see
how this one is clearly lopsided--
and that one wears an orange blight--
and this one is a glossy cheek
half nibbled away--
and that one is a slumped purse
full of its own
unstoppable decay.
Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled--
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing--
that the light is everything--that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
Every year
the lilies
are so perfect
I can hardly believe
their lapped light crowding
the black,
mid-summer ponds.
Nobody could count all of them--
the muskrats swimming
among the pads and the grasses
can reach out
their muscular arms and touch
only so many, they are that
rife and wild.
But what in this world
is perfect?
I bend closer and see
how this one is clearly lopsided--
and that one wears an orange blight--
and this one is a glossy cheek
half nibbled away--
and that one is a slumped purse
full of its own
unstoppable decay.
Still, what I want in my life
is to be willing
to be dazzled--
to cast aside the weight of facts
and maybe even
to float a little
above this difficult world.
I want to believe I am looking
into the white fire of a great mystery.
I want to believe that the imperfections are nothing--
that the light is everything--that it is more than the sum
of each flawed blossom rising and fading. And I do.
Monday, November 23, 2015
New Morning (Monday Poem)
For this new
morning and its
light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For every gift Your goodness sends,
we give You thanks.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For every gift Your goodness sends,
we give You thanks.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Monday, November 16, 2015
Magical Eraser (Monday Poem)
by Shel Silverstein
She wouldn't believe
This pencil has
A magical eraser.
She said I was a silly moo,
She said I was a liar too,
She dared me to prove that it was true,
And so what could I do --
I erased her!
from Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein, 1974, Harper & Row
She wouldn't believe
This pencil has
A magical eraser.
She said I was a silly moo,
She said I was a liar too,
She dared me to prove that it was true,
And so what could I do --
I erased her!
from Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein, 1974, Harper & Row
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Men Who Thought Outside the Boundaries (FAMILY magazine reviews)
Biographies are doorways to the
past. The picture book biographies included this month partner superb
storytelling with exceptional paintings. The language used in these titles
invites young people to explore the lives of memorable men. And, these books depend on artwork
instead of photographs to convey time, place and the nature of the individual.
You can talk with your child(ren)
about the relationship between the story and the text – does one support the
other? Or perhaps, does information in the story explain what is happening in
the pictures? Possibly, do the paintings make the words more clear? In any
case, does the story make sense of the individual’s life? And, do you want to
discover more about these amazing people who lived on the edge of important
change in their world? Enjoy!
Gordon Parks: How the
Photographer Captured Black and White America
by Carole Boston Weatherford
Illustrations by Jamey Christoph
When
Gordon bought a used camera and taught himself to take pictures, his success
took him to Washington, DC. There, his photos for the Farm Security Administration
showed the “unfairness of segregation.” Later, he became the “first black staff
photographer and writer” at famous LIFE magazine.
Christoph’s
illustrations are an engaging mix of styles, mostly browns and sepia tones to
match a past era. Full-page spreads show Parks as a young boy. Several pages
scattered through the story are a selection of images - paintings of his
photographs. Weatherford’s lyrical language and occasional poetically aligned
text keep readers’ attention focused on this “Renaissance man.”
Parks’ most famous photo, “American
Gothic,” is of Ella Watson, “a cleaning lady in the building” where he worked.
She is standing in front of an American flag with a broom in one hand and a mop
in the other. In this one revealing photo, Parks most clearly discloses the
“African American struggle against racism and the contradiction between segregation
and freedom.”
An Afterword, Author’s Note and
several of Parks’ photos are included as back matter. The final words,
referring to Watson, echo down the years, “You don’t have to hear her story to
know her prayer.”
Albert Whitman, $16.99
Interest Level: Grades
1-3
Fur, Fins and
Feathers: Abraham Dee Bartlett and the Invention of the Modern Zoo by
Cassandre Maxwell
As
a tiny child, Abraham loved animals. He dreamed of working with living animals,
and constantly read about them. As a young man he continued learning about
animal anatomy from his work preparing exhibits at the Museum of Natural
History. He became the superintendent of the zoo in mid-1800’s Britain.
The
cut-paper collage and mixed media illustrations provide color, depth and
detail. Human and animal faces and bodies are expressively crafted. Text and
pictures are matched seamlessly.
Small
stories about several animals and how “Papa” Bartlett cared for them, as a
“pioneer in veterinary medicine,” demonstrate his love for the animals. He kept
detailed records and prepared appropriate foods. He also built spaces and habitats
to house the creatures. Additionally, Bartlett posted signs and explanations.
This first labeling of animal exhibits in the zoo named the animals and shared
information with visitors.
A
Time-Line, Author’s Note, and a brief bibliography are included at the end.
Several notes are scattered across the inside front and back covers. This is an
engaging book, and a charming story.
Eerdmans, $17.00
Interest Level: Grades
1-3
The Amazing Age of
John Roy Lynch
by Chris Barton
Illustrated by Don Tate
Although
John Roy Lynch ‘s father was Irish, his mother was a slave. This meant John Roy
and his brother were also slaves in the mid-1800’s United States. But their
father, Pat, died before he could “buy” his family and treat them as free. John
Roy and his family were sold. He worked as a house slave, and later as a cotton
plantation slave. During the Civil War, when John Roy was sixteen years old, he
bought a boat ride to freedom by selling a chicken to a Yankee soldier. He
worked at several jobs until the war’s end.
Although
parts of this story are heavy with “harsh realities,” the mixed media, ink and
gouache paintings are filled with light. In spite of angry faces, a battle
scene, and slave being whipped, Lynch’s life is ultimately hopeful. He finds
work in a photography studio. This unexpectedly offers him the chance to go to
class by watching and listening from across the alley. He can hear the public
school teacher through the windows.
Lynch
buys property, gets involved in the Republican club, and makes speeches.
Visiting the new Mississippi governor, he recommends names to fill positions in
the new state government. And gets appointed himself as a justice of the peace!
Months
later he is elected to the Mississippi House of Representatives, becoming the
Speaker of the House at age 25 years. Shortly after that he is elected to the
U.S. House of Representatives in Washington, D.C. He makes a passionate speech
in support of the Civil Rights Bill. This bill becomes law! (Unfortunately,
with no “means for enforcement.”)
This
is an amazing story, with a strong storyline and carefully researched,
well-matched illustrations. Back matter includes: an Historical Note, a
Timeline, an Author’s Note, an Illustrator’s Note, a list For Further Reading,
and maps of the Reconstructed U.S, 1870.
Eerdmans, $17.00
Interest Level: Grades
2-3
Additional
Fascinating Biographies:
The Streak: How Joe
DiMaggio Became America’s Hero
by Barb Rosenstock
Illustrated by Terry
Widener
Calkins Creek, $16.95
Interest Level: Grades
1-3
The Cosmo Biography
of Sun Ra
by Chris Raschka
Candlewick Press,
$15.99
Interest Level: Grades
2-3
Hello, I’m Johnny
Cash
by G. Neri
Illustrated by A.G. Ford
Candlewick Press,
$16.99
Interest Level: Grades
2-3
Monday, November 9, 2015
Dancing Pants (Monday Poem)
by Shel Silverstein
And now for the Dancing Pants,
Doing their fabulous dance.
From the seat to the pleat
They will bounce to the beat,
With no legs inside them
And no feet beneath.
They'll whirl, and twirl, and jiggle and prance,
So just start the music
And give them a chance --
Let's have a big hand for the wonderful, marvelous,
Super sensational, utterly fabulous,
Talented Dancing Pants!
from Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein, 1974, Harper & Row
And now for the Dancing Pants,
Doing their fabulous dance.
From the seat to the pleat
They will bounce to the beat,
With no legs inside them
And no feet beneath.
They'll whirl, and twirl, and jiggle and prance,
So just start the music
And give them a chance --
Let's have a big hand for the wonderful, marvelous,
Super sensational, utterly fabulous,
Talented Dancing Pants!
from Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein, 1974, Harper & Row
Monday, November 2, 2015
TALK (Monday Poem)
by Terrance Hayes
like a nigger is what my white friend, M,
asked me, the two of us alone and shirtless
in the locker room, the bones beneath my skin
jutting like the prow of a small boat at sea,
the bones beneath his emitting a heat
that turned his chest red and if you're thinking
my knuckles knocked a few times
against his jaw or my fingers knotted
at his throat, you're wrong because I pretended
I didn't hear him, and when he didn't ask it again,
we slipped into our middle school uniforms
since it was November, the beginning
of basketball season, and jogged out
onto the court to play together
in that vision all Americans wish for
their children, and the point is we slipped
into our uniform harmony, and spit out Go Team!,
our hands stacked on and beneath the hands
of our teammates and that was as close
as I have come to passing for one
of the members of The Dream, my white friend
thinking I was so far from that word
that he could say it to me, which I guess
he could since I didn't let him taste the salt
and iron in the blood, I didn't teach him
what it's like to squint through a black eye,
and if I had I wonder if he would have grown
up to be the kind of white man who believes
all blacks are thugs or if he would have learned
to bite his tongue or let his belly be filled
by shame, but more importantly, would I be
the kind of black man who believes silence
is worth more than talk or that it can be
a kind of grace, though I'm not sure
that's the kind of black man I've become,
and in any case, M, wherever you are,
I'd just like to say I heard it, but let it go
because I was afraid to lose our friendship
or afraid we'd lose the game -- which we did anyway.
from Please Excuse This Poem: 100 New Poets for the Next Generation, edited by Brett Fletcher Lauer & Lynn Melnick, 2015, Viking
like a nigger is what my white friend, M,
asked me, the two of us alone and shirtless
in the locker room, the bones beneath my skin
jutting like the prow of a small boat at sea,
the bones beneath his emitting a heat
that turned his chest red and if you're thinking
my knuckles knocked a few times
against his jaw or my fingers knotted
at his throat, you're wrong because I pretended
I didn't hear him, and when he didn't ask it again,
we slipped into our middle school uniforms
since it was November, the beginning
of basketball season, and jogged out
onto the court to play together
in that vision all Americans wish for
their children, and the point is we slipped
into our uniform harmony, and spit out Go Team!,
our hands stacked on and beneath the hands
of our teammates and that was as close
as I have come to passing for one
of the members of The Dream, my white friend
thinking I was so far from that word
that he could say it to me, which I guess
he could since I didn't let him taste the salt
and iron in the blood, I didn't teach him
what it's like to squint through a black eye,
and if I had I wonder if he would have grown
up to be the kind of white man who believes
all blacks are thugs or if he would have learned
to bite his tongue or let his belly be filled
by shame, but more importantly, would I be
the kind of black man who believes silence
is worth more than talk or that it can be
a kind of grace, though I'm not sure
that's the kind of black man I've become,
and in any case, M, wherever you are,
I'd just like to say I heard it, but let it go
because I was afraid to lose our friendship
or afraid we'd lose the game -- which we did anyway.
from Please Excuse This Poem: 100 New Poets for the Next Generation, edited by Brett Fletcher Lauer & Lynn Melnick, 2015, Viking
Monday, October 26, 2015
Mistakes (Monday Poem)
by Shane Book
The nightstick hooks under my armpits.
Don't fucking move, he yells again and yanks.
My chin grinds my chest, knees leave the ground
and then I'm pavement slammed. My mistake is
the cigarette. The way I walk. A smirk.
I should've dropped the smoke the moment flashing
red lights began to re-graffiti that
cinder-block wall. Before the gun led blue-
sleeved arms, face twisted pink, words corkscrewing
the night air: turn around, hands out slow, I
said slow -- from the car's dark insides.
My mistake is putting out a foot to stub
the cigarette, instead of kneeling right
away. I shouldn't wear these colors. If
I'd just said nothing. I said nothing. I
knelt, hands on head. Rubber gloves gripped my
right wrist, a clink, cold metal, and in two
rough moves he swung my right arm down, my left,
and clink, I was cuffed, and clicking sounds
cut into my wrists. My mistake is walking
the streets at dusk. My mistake is locking
eyes. Should have run. No I shouldn't. He paused.
Behind. His shadow crossed mine then not.,
mine then not, in the swinging squad car lights.
Now my ear's pressed to the street. Mashed condom
by my chin. I don't feel anything at first.
Smell tar, dog shit. Then the whole side of my
face burns. My tongue checks for loose teeth. A boot
on my back. Asphalt cold. At eye level:
the other boot, a crushed Coke can. He asks
me what I'm doing here. It's hard to breathe.
from Please Excuse This Poem: 100 New Poets for the Next Generation, edited by Brett Fletcher Lauer & Lynn Melnick, 2015, Viking
The nightstick hooks under my armpits.
Don't fucking move, he yells again and yanks.
My chin grinds my chest, knees leave the ground
and then I'm pavement slammed. My mistake is
the cigarette. The way I walk. A smirk.
I should've dropped the smoke the moment flashing
red lights began to re-graffiti that
cinder-block wall. Before the gun led blue-
sleeved arms, face twisted pink, words corkscrewing
the night air: turn around, hands out slow, I
said slow -- from the car's dark insides.
My mistake is putting out a foot to stub
the cigarette, instead of kneeling right
away. I shouldn't wear these colors. If
I'd just said nothing. I said nothing. I
knelt, hands on head. Rubber gloves gripped my
right wrist, a clink, cold metal, and in two
rough moves he swung my right arm down, my left,
and clink, I was cuffed, and clicking sounds
cut into my wrists. My mistake is walking
the streets at dusk. My mistake is locking
eyes. Should have run. No I shouldn't. He paused.
Behind. His shadow crossed mine then not.,
mine then not, in the swinging squad car lights.
Now my ear's pressed to the street. Mashed condom
by my chin. I don't feel anything at first.
Smell tar, dog shit. Then the whole side of my
face burns. My tongue checks for loose teeth. A boot
on my back. Asphalt cold. At eye level:
the other boot, a crushed Coke can. He asks
me what I'm doing here. It's hard to breathe.
from Please Excuse This Poem: 100 New Poets for the Next Generation, edited by Brett Fletcher Lauer & Lynn Melnick, 2015, Viking
Monday, October 19, 2015
Clothes (Monday Poem)
by Jean Little
I like new clothes.
They seem brighter, smoother, shinier.
I move carefully in them.
I remember to hang them up.
I feel taller in them -- and prettier --
And I don't climb over barbed-wire fences.
I like old clothes too.
I don't think about them much.
They are part of me,
Going where I go, doing whatever I feel like doing.
They are less bother and more comfortable.
They don't expect me to be so tall;
They know my size exactly.
You know, it's a funny thing . . .
Friends are like clothes.
from Hey World, Here I Am! by Jean Little, 1986, HarperCollins
I like new clothes.
They seem brighter, smoother, shinier.
I move carefully in them.
I remember to hang them up.
I feel taller in them -- and prettier --
And I don't climb over barbed-wire fences.
I like old clothes too.
I don't think about them much.
They are part of me,
Going where I go, doing whatever I feel like doing.
They are less bother and more comfortable.
They don't expect me to be so tall;
They know my size exactly.
You know, it's a funny thing . . .
Friends are like clothes.
from Hey World, Here I Am! by Jean Little, 1986, HarperCollins
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Autumn Means Halloween and Wet, Windy Weather (FAMILY magazine reviews)
Ready or not, the season is changing!
Shorter days plus longer nights, have already begun. Even in South Florida some
leaves respond to the shifting light, dropping after their color lightens.
Children’s chatter includes questions about costumes and candy for the approaching
ghostly holiday. And in this collection of books included below are great
stories, whether its hurricane season or simply fall. Have fun sharing these
terrific tales with your favorite small person!
Marilyn’s Monster
by Michelle Knudsen
Illustrated by Matt Phelan
Some
of Marilyn’s classmates have monsters. It’s the latest thing. But you can’t
just go out and get one. “Your monster has to find you.”
Marilyn
is patient. But, as the story progresses, even the kids who didn’t have
monsters get their monsters. Her brother says, ‘It probably . . . ran the other
way” when it saw you.’
She
wants to go out and search for her monster. However, “that’s not the way it
works.”
Award-winning
illustrator Phelan uses his distinctive watercolor style to partner
best-selling author Knudsen’s surprising story about an unusual friendship. The
mostly kindly, snugly-looking monsters (except for the one who keeps the
bullies away from his boy) look kid-friendly with smiles and open-faces. They
come in blues and greens, pinks and yellows - even with multiple eyes or
snaggle teeth. The gray colors are saved for Marilyn’s dark and scary room at
night.
When
Marilyn decides, at last, to look for her monster, her frustration after an
unsuccessful search is a study in contrasts. Her angry face, and the loud dark
words, “WHERE ARE YOU?” come from the midst of a bright field of wildflowers.
The
satisfying ending follows immediately after her brother’s comment, “It’s not
supposed to work that way.” Marilyn’s response is simply a look and her
thought; there are “a lot of different ways that things could work.”
This
very gentle reminder is a healthy recognition that not everything fits into a
tidy box. And this is only part of what is confusing and exciting about a
child’s experience of growing up.
Candlewick Press,
$15.99
Interest Level:
Pre-Kindergarten – Grade 3
Just Itzy by Lana
Krumwiede
Illustrated by Greg Pizzoli
Everyone
knows the Itzy Bitzy Spider song, right? Well this is the story of Itzy who
decides on the first day of Spindergarten, that he will catch his own lunch.
Doing this will prove he’s no longer a spiderling, like his brother Gutsy says.
And maybe others will start to call him simply Itzy.
Following
Mr. Webster’s spinning lesson on the importance of “Location, location,
location!” Itzy tries to remember to keep his eye on the fly. But a tuffet with
a little girl eating curds and whey in “tricky surroundings” frightens away the
fly.
Then,
an old lady on the porch where Itzy spins his next web swallows the fly Itzy
has his eye on. She swallows Itzy too! And well, you know the rest from another
children’s book about the OLD LADY WHO SWALLOWED A FLY, right? When all the creatures
get coughed out from Itzy wiggling inside this old lady, the fly gets away.
Again!
Award
winner Pizzoli’s illustrations are bright and energetic. The spiders, creatures
and people have clearly defined expressive faces and movements. The backgrounds
are colorful and less distinct, serving to draw readers’ attention to the
characters in action. Irresistible paintings are an engaging match with an
ingenious story-line and skillfully crafted text.
Itzy’s
final effort at web making is interrupted to rescue a creature whose voice he
hears coming from a waterspout. He stops making his web to climb up, but is
washed down by a sudden rain shower. (Just like the song!!) Because it’s so
slippery, he spins a ladder web and rescues his big brother Gutsy. Mr. Webster,
the teacher, meets them at the bottom with congratulations on their successful
achievements. And Gutsy even remembers to call his brother the preferred name,
Itzy!!
Candlewick Press,
$15.99
Interest Level: Junior
Kindergarten – Grade 2
Say It! by
Charlotte Zolotow, illustrated by Charlotte Voake
A
little girl and her mother are walking down the street. “Come on,” says the
little one, “say it!” Her mother laughs, “It’s a wild, wondrous, dazzling day.”
A black kitten scampers through the leaves. The two walkers watch a still pond
shiver with colors as the wind begins again.
“It’s
magic. It’s a golden, shining, splendiferous day!” exults the mother in
response to the child’s repeated request. “That’s not what I mean,” the girl
says again. Even a dancing dog, a bubbling brook, smoke coming from the welcome
home fire the father has made don’t produce the little one’s wished for words.
Fuzzy
watercolor paintings leap with color and movement. They bring the words to
life, even as the words of the text create the energetic focus of the pictures.
Although this is clearly an autumn
story – both text and illustrations evoke bright leafy colors and floating
fuzzy milkweed seed clouds – it could be a love story for Valentine’s Day, or a
Mother’s Day book. The story is gentle, yet the effect is tingling. The words
the little girl has been begging for during the walk together all through this
“golden windy day” are the dizzying three words we all want someone to say, “I
love you!”
Candlewick Press,
$15.99
Interest Level:
Pre-Kindergarten – Kindergarten
More titles to try:
Francine Poulet Meets
the Ghost Raccoon by Kate DiCamillo
Illustrated by Chris Van Dusen
Candlewick Press,
$12.99
Interest Level:
Kindergarten – Grade 3
I Don’t Like
Snakes by Nicola Davies
Illustrated by Luciano Lozano
Candlewick Press,
$15.99
Interest Level: Junior
Kindergarten – Grade 3
Monday, October 12, 2015
Misty (Monday Poem)
by Shirley Hughes
Mist in the morning,
Raw and nippy.
Leaves on the sidewalk,
Wet and slippy.
Sun on fire
Behind the trees,
Muddy boots,
Muddy knees.
Shop windows,
Lighted early.
Soaking grass,
Dewy, pearly,
Red, lemon,
Orange, and brown --
Silently, softly,
The leaves float down.
from Out and About: A First Book of Poems by Shirley Hughes, 2015, Candlewick
Mist in the morning,
Raw and nippy.
Leaves on the sidewalk,
Wet and slippy.
Sun on fire
Behind the trees,
Muddy boots,
Muddy knees.
Shop windows,
Lighted early.
Soaking grass,
Dewy, pearly,
Red, lemon,
Orange, and brown --
Silently, softly,
The leaves float down.
from Out and About: A First Book of Poems by Shirley Hughes, 2015, Candlewick
Monday, October 5, 2015
Midnight Frost (Monday Poem)
by Basho
translated by Robert Hass
Midnight frost --
I'd borrow
the scarecrow's shirt.
from The Death of the Hat: A Brief History of Poetry in 50 Objects, selected by Paul B. Janeczko, 2015, Candlewick
translated by Robert Hass
Midnight frost --
I'd borrow
the scarecrow's shirt.
from The Death of the Hat: A Brief History of Poetry in 50 Objects, selected by Paul B. Janeczko, 2015, Candlewick
Monday, September 28, 2015
Coming Home (Monday Poem)
by Michael Rosen
Here's a house
Here's a door
Here's a ceiling
Here's a floor
Here's a wall
Here's the stairs
Here's a table
Here's the chairs
Here's a bowl
Here's a cup
Open your mouth
And drink it up.
from A Great Big Cuddle: Poems for the Very Young, by Michael Rosen, 2015, Candlewick Press
Here's a house
Here's a door
Here's a ceiling
Here's a floor
Here's a wall
Here's the stairs
Here's a table
Here's the chairs
Here's a bowl
Here's a cup
Open your mouth
And drink it up.
from A Great Big Cuddle: Poems for the Very Young, by Michael Rosen, 2015, Candlewick Press
Monday, September 21, 2015
A Slow Train, Getting Slower and Slower (Monday Poem)
by Michael Rosen
I'm a very, very, very slow train,
And I'm very, very late again.
I should be there at half past seven.
I won't be there till half past eleven.
You've never, ever seen
A train this slow.
Never, never, never, never,
Never, never, no.
from A Great Big Cuddle: Poems for the Very Young, by Michael Rosen, 2015, Candlewick Press
I'm a very, very, very slow train,
And I'm very, very late again.
I should be there at half past seven.
I won't be there till half past eleven.
You've never, ever seen
A train this slow.
Never, never, never, never,
Never, never, no.
from A Great Big Cuddle: Poems for the Very Young, by Michael Rosen, 2015, Candlewick Press
Monday, September 14, 2015
What a Fandango! (Monday Poem)
by Michael Rosen
A mango ment a mango
And they started to tango
In the market not far from here.
Now we all do the tango
What a fandango!
In the market not far from here.
from A Great Big Cuddle: Poems for the Very Young, by Michael Rosen, 2015, Candlewick Press
A mango ment a mango
And they started to tango
In the market not far from here.
Now we all do the tango
What a fandango!
In the market not far from here.
from A Great Big Cuddle: Poems for the Very Young, by Michael Rosen, 2015, Candlewick Press
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Bullies are a Pain (FAMILY magazine reviews)
Often at the start of the school year, bullying concerns surface. Here
are a few stories to open up a conversation with your child about bullies. Below
are a few suggestions from http://www.stopbullying.gov/ to keep in mind as you and your family
prepare for a new year of school.
Parents, school staff, and other caring adults such as family members
and friends have a role to play in preventing bullying. We can:
Help kids understand bullying. You can talk with your child/ren about what bullying is and how to stand up to it safely: suggest the use of humor and saying “Stop” directly and confidently. Walk away, if other actions don’t work. Tell kids bullying is unacceptable. Make sure kids know how to get help, especially by talking to a trusted adult, who can give comfort, support, and advice, even if they can’t solve the problem directly.
2.
Keep the lines of
communication open. Check in with kids often. Listen to them. Know their friends, ask about
school, and understand their concerns. Start conversations about daily life and
feelings with questions like these:
· What was one good thing that happened today?
Any bad things?
· What is lunchtime like at your school? Who do
you sit with? What do you talk about?
· What are you good at? What do you like best
about yourself?
3.
Encourage kids to do what
they love.
Special activities, interests, and hobbies can boost confidence, help kids make friends, and protect them from
bullying behavior.
4.
Model how to treat others
with kindness and respect. Kids learn from adults’ actions. By treating others with kindness and
respect, adults show the kids in their lives that there is no place for
bullying. Even if it seems like they are not paying attention, kids are
watching how adults manage stress and conflict, as well as how they treat their
friends, colleagues, and families.
Take some time to enjoy a good book with your
child/ren – these books provide an easy lead-in to a conversation about safety.
Stories can help to create safe connections between caring adults and children.
Be safe and have a great year!
Red
by Jan De
Kinder
Published
originally in Belgium, this quiet book is nevertheless a powerful story. A
little girl, the narrator, points to a classmate’s red cheeks, and soon “It’s
like magic” and the other children urge him to “Do it again!”
“Leave
me alone!” Tommy says and repeats. But another classmate, Paul, pushes. And the
narrator realizes she wants it to stop. But she’s scared of Paul. “His tongue
is as sharp as a knife.”
Neutral
colors make the reds pop, especially on the double page spread where a wolf
image in red and black dominates the two small child figures. When a teacher
asks, “Who saw what happened?” the narrator wants to speak. But it takes a
second request from the teacher before the narrator raises her hand. Relief is
clear in the brief words of the red text, “I’m not all on my own,” she thinks
as others raise their hands and speak up.
Some
of the other children come to stand with the narrator who is later confronted
by Paul’s predictable reaction. His face turns green like “a sour apple.” Pair
this with the conclusion – the narrator and Tommy play soccer together - and
the reader can imagine the teacher’s response. The expressive faces and body
language of the pictures support the understated language of this story.
Eerdmans, $16
Interest Level:
Kindergarten – Grade 2
(This book may be
purchased from local and online booksellers.)
Bullies Never Win
by Margery Cuyler
illustrated by Arthur Howard
Award-winning
author Cuyler once again connects with children in this story about “worrier” Jessica’s
experience with “perfect” Brenda’s belittling. Whenever Jessica excels, Brenda
teases her -- about homework, kickball, her “toothpick” legs -- and won’t even
include her at the lunch table. Alas, one day Jessica’s mom mistakenly packs
Jessica’s lunch in her brother’s boy
lunchbox. Brenda makes fun in front of the other kids. This humiliation is too
much for Jessica.
Comical
pen and ink watercolors clearly display individuals’ feelings. White space is
used skillfully to integrate text seamlessly with animated illustrations.
At
lunch, Jessica sits with Anita and her friends, who sympathize with her about
Brenda, “You should stand up to her.” Jessica’s mom listens and makes
suggestions: “Have you told her how you feel?” “Why don’t you talk to Mr.
Martin?” (the teacher). Jessica worries all night, imagining several
possibilities of what to say, such as, “Your freckles look like pimples.” At school, ignoring doesn’t work. Of
course, when Jessica threatens to talk with the teacher, this brings the
expected accusation of tattletale from Brenda.
Body language and text raise the
tension as Jessica’s “heart begins to pound.” The image of Brenda sticking out
her tongue looms large.
Ultimately, Jessica decides, “Enough
was enough!” And stands up for herself.
Readers see Brenda’s face
redden. And Jessica, who on
earlier pages seemed to shrink, walks with new confidence, out of the
lunchroom.
Simon & Schuster,
$17.99
Interest Level: Junior
Kindergarten – Grade 2
(This book is
available to purchase from local and online booksellers.)
Lucy and the Bully by
Claire Alexander
Lucy
the lamb’s classmates like her drawings -- except Tommy, the bull. He knocks
over her paints, stomps on her clay blackbird, breaks her pencils, and threatens
her, “Don’t tell . . . or else!”
Lucy
doesn’t. But her mother notices Lucy looks sadder each day. Eventually after
mom insists, Lucy explains. She’s terrified to hear her mother call the
teacher.
Sunlit
colors identify a pleasant classroom and playground. Although, dark colors in
the large double spread showing Lucy’ sleepless night, contrast with the active
daytime school experiences. Faces and bodies of the animal characters give
readers a good sense of their feelings.
The
next day, it’s Tommy who is sad. When Lucy notices his drawing of a hedgehog, and
comments that she likes it, this makes it possible for him to apologize. It
also subtly suggests that jealousy may have prompted him to torment her.
A
beginning Note to Parents and Teachers from a therapist at Northwestern
University’s Family Institute briefly shares information. It offers tips for introducing
difficult issues such as bullying, to help strengthen children’s feelings of
safety.
Albert Whitman &
Company, $16.99
Interest Level: Junior
Kindergarten – Grade 2
(This book may be
purchased from local and online booksellers.)
Here are a few more
titles:
Henry and the Bully
by Nancy Carlson
Viking, $15.99
(hardcover) $6.99 (paperback)
Interest Level:
Kindergarten – Grade 3
The Three Bully Goats
by Leslie Kimmelman
illustrated by Will Terry
Albert Whitman &
Company, $16.99
Interest Level:
Kindergarten – Grade 3
Thomas the TOADilly
Terrible Bully
by Janice Levy,
illustrated by Bill Slavin and Esperanca Melo
Eerdmans, $17
Interest Level: Kindergarten
– Grade 2
(This book may be
purchased from local and online booksellers.)
Monday, September 7, 2015
Lost (Monday Poem)
by Michael Rosen
One moment they were there and we were having fun.
Now they've disappeared, every single one.
I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared.
I don't know where they are, it's not as if they cared.
I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm halfway up the stairs.
They've only go and left me, and nobody cares.
Help me, help me, someone. Can't you hear me shout?
Isn't anybody here who can come and help me out?
I'm alone and lonely and it's starting to get dark.
Where is everyone? Did they go to the park?
Are they in or out? Did they go up to town?
Do you think I should go upstairs? Or down?
I don't know, I don't know, anything at all.
I'm going to sit still now and just look at the wall.
from A Great Big Cuddle: Poems for the Very Young, by Michael Rosen, 2015, Candlewick Press
One moment they were there and we were having fun.
Now they've disappeared, every single one.
I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared.
I don't know where they are, it's not as if they cared.
I'm lost, I'm lost, I'm halfway up the stairs.
They've only go and left me, and nobody cares.
Help me, help me, someone. Can't you hear me shout?
Isn't anybody here who can come and help me out?
I'm alone and lonely and it's starting to get dark.
Where is everyone? Did they go to the park?
Are they in or out? Did they go up to town?
Do you think I should go upstairs? Or down?
I don't know, I don't know, anything at all.
I'm going to sit still now and just look at the wall.
from A Great Big Cuddle: Poems for the Very Young, by Michael Rosen, 2015, Candlewick Press
Monday, August 31, 2015
Wet (Monday Poem)
by Shirley Hughes
Dark clouds,
Rain again,
Rivers on the
Misted pane.
Wet umbrellas
In the street.
Running noses,
Damp feet.
from Out and About: A First Book of Poems by Shirley Hughes, 2015, Candlewick
Dark clouds,
Rain again,
Rivers on the
Misted pane.
Wet umbrellas
In the street.
Running noses,
Damp feet.
from Out and About: A First Book of Poems by Shirley Hughes, 2015, Candlewick
Monday, August 24, 2015
Susannah and the Daisies (Monday Poem)
by Jean Little
I saw Susannah going slowly around the lawn,
Checking daisy after daisy with intense concentration,
But not picking any.
"What are you doing?" I finally asked.
"I'm trying to find one that'll end up at
'He loves me' before I pick it.
They're too pretty to pick by mistake," she said.
I went to help. It's trickier than you'd think.
It's hard to remember which petal you started with.
When she had one, I watched her solemnly
take off the petals one by one.
"He loves me . . . he loves me not . . . he loves me!"
"Who loves you?" I teased.
"My brother Marcus," she said.
from Hey World, Here I Am! by Jean Little, 1986, HarperCollins
I saw Susannah going slowly around the lawn,
Checking daisy after daisy with intense concentration,
But not picking any.
"What are you doing?" I finally asked.
"I'm trying to find one that'll end up at
'He loves me' before I pick it.
They're too pretty to pick by mistake," she said.
I went to help. It's trickier than you'd think.
It's hard to remember which petal you started with.
When she had one, I watched her solemnly
take off the petals one by one.
"He loves me . . . he loves me not . . . he loves me!"
"Who loves you?" I teased.
"My brother Marcus," she said.
from Hey World, Here I Am! by Jean Little, 1986, HarperCollins
Monday, August 17, 2015
Cartwheels (Monday Poem)
by Jean Little
I can't turn cartwheels. I've tried and tried.
I can start. I can get about halfway . . .
Then I buckle over somehow and collapse sideways.
I told Mother. "Practice," she advised.
I said I had. It didn't work. I just plain couldn't do them.
"Well, you can write poems," she said,
"And you're so good at Math . . . "
She went on and on and it was all very nice.
I appreciated it.
I still can't turn cartwheels.
from Hey World, Here I Am! by Jean Little, 1986, HarperCollins
I can't turn cartwheels. I've tried and tried.
I can start. I can get about halfway . . .
Then I buckle over somehow and collapse sideways.
I told Mother. "Practice," she advised.
I said I had. It didn't work. I just plain couldn't do them.
"Well, you can write poems," she said,
"And you're so good at Math . . . "
She went on and on and it was all very nice.
I appreciated it.
I still can't turn cartwheels.
from Hey World, Here I Am! by Jean Little, 1986, HarperCollins
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Soccer Stars (FAMILY magazine reviews)
Are you a soccer fan? This summer’s Women’s World Cup has
featured many outstanding games and players. If your child is interested,
remember to register to play in a local league. Remember too, there are
wonderful storybooks about soccer to support an interest in playing and
watching. Any of these titles will “kick up” your child’s interest. Yours too!
Have a great time!
Winners Never Quit
by Mia Hamm
illustrated by Carol Thompson
Mia
loves playing soccer. But when she has trouble scoring a goal and her team is
about to lose, Mia quits. She’d rather quit than lose.
But Mia’s brother and sisters won’t
let her play the next time. “Quitters can’t play on my team,” her brother
Garrett says. Mia stands on the sidelines, watching.
Watercolor paintings with lots of
action show players involved in playing soccer games. Facial expressions
exhibit anger, tears, cheering, shouting and much active play on the green
soccer field.
When Mia is chosen to play the next
time, and her shot on goal is caught, sister Lovdy predicts, “She’s going to
quit.” But Mia decides that she doesn’t “hate losing as much as she” loves playing
soccer. Playing is more important to Mia “than winning or losing because
winners never quit.”
A note from the author, who is an
Olympic Gold Medalist, Soccer World Cup champion, and US Soccer Player of the
year, is at the end. Also, captioned photos of the author as a young girl and
as a champion are included at the back.
HarperCollins, $6.99
(paperback) $17.99 (hardcover)
Interest Level: Junior
Kindergarten – Grade 2
(This book is
available to purchase from local and online booksellers.)
Happy Like Soccer
by Maribeth Boelts
illustrated by Lauren Castillo
Soccer
makes Sierra both happy and sad. She’s happy to make the team. Happy to have
soccer shoes with flames. But, sad because her auntie works at a restaurant
where it’s too busy on Saturdays for her to take off to watch Sierra play.
The
games are played away from Sierra’s neighborhood. She notices the other girls
all have families cheering for them. Then, auntie’s boss asks her if she’d like
to trade her shift, because he’s heard Sierra talking. But it rains and the
final game is canceled. Rescheduling won’t help because “auntie’s boss won’t do
two favors right in a row.”
Ink
and watercolor pictures show the contrast in neighborhoods from Sierra’s inner
city row houses, to outside the city “where the buses don’t run.” Colorful red
and white team uniforms contrast with the dark cloudy sky on the rainy
Saturday, mirroring Sierra’s disappointment.
But
Sierra has an idea. She follows up Coach Marco’s question, is there anything
she needs. She makes a scary phone call with her idea – could the make-up game
be on a Monday in the vacant lot by her apartment? Coach Marco doesn’t promise,
but agrees to “make some calls.”
This
is a sweet story that doesn’t require a goal to make a happy ending. It’s
especially true, since Sierra solves her problem by taking action for her own
idea!
Candlewick Press,
$6.99 (paperback)
Interest Level: Kindergarten
– Grade 3
(This book may be
purchased from local and online booksellers.)
Betty
Bunny is excited about her first soccer game: “I am going to score ten goals!”
Her family, including two brothers, a sister and parents, go to watch her play.
But she does not score even one goal. Betty decides she hates soccer and will
not play any more. Her cleats, uniform and ball all go in the trash. But her
brothers and sister show up in her room to encourage her. And she digs out her
uniform and plays the next game – still unsuccessful at making a goal.
The
pencil, ink, watercolor and gouache illustrations are cartoon-like and enhanced
with lots of white space. The individual family members are rabbits with
distinctive characteristics, accented by their clothing, posture and
expressions. Bright and lively paintings show different animals playing on
Betty’s soccer team.
Finally,
after a family discussion, Betty realizes she’s not very good. She and her
older brother Bill practice together. The comment that “trying is important,
but if you want to get good at something, you have to practice,” is the key to
getting Betty her very first goal.
Dial, $16.99
Interest Level: Junior
Kindergarten – Grade 1
(This book may be
purchased from local and online booksellers.)
Try out these titles
too!!
Soccer Hour, by
Carol Nevius, illustrated by Bill Thomson
Cavendish Square
Publishing, $16.99
Interest Level:
Kindergarten – Grade 2
Madlenka, Soccer Star,
by Peter Sis
Farrar, Straus &
Giroux, $16.99
Interest Level:
Kindergarten – Grade 3
(This book is
available to borrow at Miami Dade Public Library: Main Branch, Arcola Lakes,
West Dade Regional. Also, may be purchased from local and online booksellers.)
Kick It, Soccer
by Bobbie Kalman and John Crossingham
Crabtree Publishing,
$8.95 (paperback) $19.95 (hardcover)
Interest Level: Junior
Kindergarten – Grade 3
(This book is
available to borrow at Miami Dade Public Library: Naranja. Also, may be
purchased from local and online booksellers.)
The Sock Thief by
Ana Crespo, illustrated by Nana Gonzalez
Albert Whitman, $16.99
Interest Level: Junior
Kindergarten - Grade 2
(This book may be
purchased from local and online booksellers.)
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