<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:32:02.191-07:00</updated><category term='children&apos;s books'/><title type='text'>Marilyn's Magnificent Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-7675088523319326123</id><published>2008-07-15T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:47:56.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnell &amp; Jacobs - Overview</title><content type='html'>This is my last response to this book since I am on my way out of town and have to focus on curriculum mapping.  I needed to rehear many things they said.  I have read and reread what makes good literature.  I still can't verbalize it well.  It isn't mine yet, but I believe what they said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was interested in the history of the books.  Of course, children read adult books in the past because there was not school for everyone, only the wealthy who could provide a tutor.  Now that we want everyone to read, we must provide experiences that are meaningful for all kinds of people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally love to read, but I am very choosy.  I watch vocabulary that I don't want to pick up because I do...pick it up that is if I see it very much.  I watch authors that pull me down because I don't need that either.  By that, I don't mean I don't like a good cry once in a while, but hopelessness...no.  I believe in hope and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm excited about all the books that were listed and pleased that I have read many.  I have acquired many more throughout this time.  So, thank you Tunnell &amp;amp; Jacobs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-7675088523319326123?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7675088523319326123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=7675088523319326123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/7675088523319326123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/7675088523319326123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/tunnell-jacobs-overview.html' title='Tunnell &amp; Jacobs - Overview'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-8711552579982330076</id><published>2008-07-15T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:21:18.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnell &amp; Jacobs - Poetry</title><content type='html'>I, as a teacher, am a little tired of being blamed for people's unwillingness to read and children's learning to dislike poetry.  By third grade, it seems to me that many children dislike lots of things.  They dislike having to get up and go to school at a certain time.  They dislike having to be serious about learning when, as a preschooler, everything was in play format.  Some jump into to the challenge of school because they either want to learn, or because they want to please their parents or some other adult or even themselves.  But many, unfortunately, would prefer it to be a non-thinking easy thing.  As the volume of knowledge in the world increases expotentially, we are faced with more and more expectations as well as learning to be done and yet, the same amount of time in a lifetime (well, maybe a few years more).  So, what do we do?  We've seen and read stories of Thomas Alva Edison kicked out of school and learning on his own while he worked on the train (oops, can't do that, can't work, children's laws), Albert Einstein who was so smart they thought he couldn't learn at all, Theodore Roosevelt, who because of asthma stayed home and followed his own desires to learn which were enormous because apparently he had many things available to him.  Maybe, we should all be at home just doing whatever and watching some people come to the top of the pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble is, most of us would not come to the top.  School may be hard.  Life may be hard. Teachers may ask us to do things we don't like to do in ways we feel is stupid.  I remember the aha I had when I finally figured out how that sentence diagraming helped me understand meaning and construct meaning for myself.  I assure you, that didn't happen in seventh grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, what is my point about poetry?  Tunnel &amp;amp; Jacobs talk about the "natural affinity" children have for poetry before they come to school because of their love for Mother Goose and nursery rhymes.  Is that a "natural affinity" for poetry or for the pleasure that comes when they are played with and laughed with?  I suspect that teachers do, as people do, like some forms of poetry...the kind that makes them laugh (Shel Silverstein...Jack Prelutsky) or cry, but find it hard to explain to kids why when they are writing paragraphs, they must indent and then continue the thought on the next line rather than write the sentences short enough to fit on one line with another sentence on the next line, etc...with maybe numbers in front like a list. &lt;br /&gt;Then, the teacher has them write poetry and tries to explain that only certain words go on certain lines for a specific reason.  The kid is going..."huh?"  It's supposed to follow each other.  They don't hear it that way...they hear it flow as though it were a paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On page 83 a better approach is defined.  "The key is consistent, unfettered exposure to poetry by an enthusiastic teacher who begins mixing light verse and more artistic poetry."  May I add that it is heard and seen as heard and repeated and enjoyed (or not).  I know for sure that some children jump the tracks and take off because their natural inclination is toward music and sound and they already have a wide and diverse vocabulary.  Perhaps, if the expectation is that we will all do it, hard or not, and come to a pleasureable understanding of it, then kids will willingly undertake whatever the teacher has to offer.   I have a whole section in my classroom of poetry.  We create poetry books every year that are not as closed as Tunnel &amp;amp; Jacobs would see, but the issue is finding interesting, odd, delightful words, putting them to the rhythmic sounds of music and having fun doing it.  In the process, there is much work going on.  Work is not bad.  Doing something you can't do well is not always bad.  Just look at me...I'm actually blogging on a computer. Unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's delight&lt;br /&gt;Not to fight&lt;br /&gt;Encourage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's strength&lt;br /&gt;Not to demean&lt;br /&gt;But encourage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors...&lt;br /&gt;We need to&lt;br /&gt;hear&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;why would&lt;br /&gt;we&lt;br /&gt;stay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-8711552579982330076?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8711552579982330076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=8711552579982330076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/8711552579982330076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/8711552579982330076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/tunnell-jacobs-poetry.html' title='Tunnell &amp; Jacobs - Poetry'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-476605785096516818</id><published>2008-07-15T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:35:23.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sisters Grim series - Magic and Other Misdemeanors by Michael Buckley</title><content type='html'>This series is the ultimate in fractured fairy tales.  The fairy tale characters are all  alive and well together in a place called FairyPort Landing, USA where they have taken up residence under the supervision of Wilehm Grimm's family.  Over the generations, the Grimms who are human, pass down the responsibility of caring for the ever afters.  This is the 4th book I've read and obviously I missed one because apparently there are five.  Two little girls, the Grimm sisters come to live here because their grandmother came and got them out of foster care after their parents had disappeared.  There is magic of course, although the grandmother prefers to think, plan and develop relationships rather than use it as a matter of course.  In this book, there is a rip in time and the characters are thrown back and forth trying to find out what is happening and fix it.  They are detectives after all.  The plot keeps you connected all the way through because it is fascinating how Buckley is able to weave and maintain the personalities of the various characters together while placing them in modern settings and cross fairy-tale relationships.  For example, Sleeping Beauty is upset because Prince Charming has disappeared so the story finds Rappunzel, Cinderella, Snow White and Beauty sitting in a coffee shop talking over what he was like as a husband and how he always did love her...etc.  And...you should see what's inside that magic mirror.  What a kick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series is labeled as mystery and is in the Young Adult section of the library.  I have thoroughly enjoyed each one and can't wait until the next is ready for publication.  I enjoy particularily the twists of characterization.  It all seems very real and uncontrived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-476605785096516818?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/476605785096516818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=476605785096516818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/476605785096516818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/476605785096516818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/sisters-grim-series-magic-and-other.html' title='The Sisters Grim series - Magic and Other Misdemeanors by Michael Buckley'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-7930695725920880536</id><published>2008-07-14T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:11:45.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb's Story by Patricia Maclachlan</title><content type='html'>"Fault?" said Sarah.  "Oh, Caleb, I want you to listen to me.  There comes a time when fault doesn't matter.  Things happen.  And we can't blame ourselves-or someone else-forever." Isn't that the truth?!  But the struggle to forgive great pain is still there and this story told it beautifully.  I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed the gentle spirit of Patricia MacLachlan.  I'm glad Helen reminded us.  That's why I chose this today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-7930695725920880536?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7930695725920880536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=7930695725920880536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/7930695725920880536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/7930695725920880536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/calebs-story-by-patricia-maclachlan.html' title='Caleb&apos;s Story by Patricia Maclachlan'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-6351640763989199948</id><published>2008-07-14T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:20:08.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnell &amp; Jacobs - Unengaged and Engaged Reading</title><content type='html'>When I read this chapter first, a month or so ago, it was so captivating, that I thought about it for a long time and talked to my friends about their reading over and over again.  I'm not sure that it is fair to be judgemental about why people read or don't read.  Earlier in the year I was talking to the other teachers in my school because I wanted to put up a poster outside their rooms about the latest book they were reading. Most of them don't read.  They say they don't read much because...1)if they started they couldn't put it down  2) they are too busy with life's requirements and don't even watch TV 3) they enjoy crafts more than sitting in one place 4) their kids, their work, their singleness require their attention...and so it goes.  I think it's because they can't find an author or a style that they really, really like.  It might be because they don't read fast enough to get engaged in short periods of time, and since they don't have long ones, they don't read at all.  Some have a tendency towards  short things like magazines and non-fiction pieces and internet news, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunnell &amp;amp; Jacobs comment taken from a sign over the library that says, "The person who can read, and doesn't is no better off than the one who can't read." is shocking.  I guess, although I am a reader, I understand my friends perspective and although I'm sorry that it is so, I don't really think they are no better off.  Efferent reading has value too.  Not everyone is emotional about books like I am.  Individual differences should be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, I keep thinking, if I could &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; find the key that would unlock the pleasure for them, maybe they would read.  It's all really about choices and unfortunately, choices must be made.   More on this later.  My husband needs to get on the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-6351640763989199948?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6351640763989199948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=6351640763989199948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/6351640763989199948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/6351640763989199948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/tunnell-jacobs-unengaged-and-engaged.html' title='Tunnell &amp; Jacobs - Unengaged and Engaged Reading'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-5551060407619309445</id><published>2008-07-14T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:39:36.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Books  3/4- Jake Drake, Class Clown by Andrew Clements</title><content type='html'>Here's the proof that you shouldn't stop reading a book just because you don't like the subject matter or because you think it's going to be something you don't like.  It's clearly an early third grade book.  Jake is the protagonist in several books.  I've not read them because I thought he was going to get away with stuff.  I'm really, really glad he didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that we are told not the smile until Christmas.  It is true that we really try to focus on accomplishing the work these days and not get sidetracked. The trouble is, I guess, that there was no relationship there, and so the kids were honestly afraid.  That spoke to me.  I certainly don't want my students to be afraid, but I do want them to succeed and so sometimes we just work and work and work.  On the other hand, Jake had no insights apparently as to what was the goal of his time.  He just wanted to be funny to relax the tension I suspect.  Fortunately, the regular teacher understood, did exactly the right thing and Jake responded well. The student teacher makes it and Jake learns about when to be appropriately funny. The characters and the setting were certainly realistic.  I have seen the exact same kinds of senarios replayed many times. I think "the author treated the audience with respect and writes so the text is honest and interesting." (27 Tunnell &amp;amp; Jacobs)  Once I got going, I did sail right along.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;As a postscript, it is interesting to me to note that having chuckled over the last one of his I read, I could enjoy a class clown as well. Bully for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-5551060407619309445?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5551060407619309445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=5551060407619309445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/5551060407619309445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/5551060407619309445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/battle-books-34-jake-drake-class-clown.html' title='Battle Books  3/4- Jake Drake, Class Clown by Andrew Clements'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-2716477474551473804</id><published>2008-07-14T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:19:54.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle Books  3/4- The Blue Ghost by Marion Dane Bauer</title><content type='html'>This is clearly an late second/early third grade book.  I'm not sure I like the idea of the girl going back and forth in time in this way because of the whole ghost thing.  The relationship between the girl and her grandma was poignant, but I wanted the grandmother to keep the place and will it to her when she grew up.  I was disappointed.  There is a theory (rumor) going around out here that the earth was established by aliens from outer space and that explains the way all of creation has the same component parts rather than evolving necessarily.  That's what this reminds me of...the fantasy that whatever is here now is because someone came forward or went back in time to make it so.  That's pretty subtle here, but deeply there.  I guess it's a reflection of the times, the edginess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story was simply and well told.  I was just disappointed with the format.  Although I must say, Madeline L'Engle is one of my favorites, and they jump through dimensions all the time.  The difference is that in this, you didn't have a sense of fantasy, but normalcy and that I think would make it questionable for some parents.  I suspect I'll have to wait and see what happens when the kids read it.  I remember very clearly my own son saying to me when I asked about some revolting song he was listening to,  "Ah, I don't know what they're saying.  I only listen to the beat and the melody."  Maybe that will be true in this book, and they will miss that whole thing.  I kind of hope so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third book I've read by Marion Dane Bauer.  I'm going to look her up and see who she is.  I remember being somewhat shocked and saddened by  &lt;em&gt;On My Honor&lt;/em&gt; years ago and a little bit surprised by&lt;em&gt; A Bear Named Trouble.&lt;/em&gt;  In both of those though, it was an issue of disobedience and consequences.  In this one, there is nothing like that, it's more relationship and a great one at that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-2716477474551473804?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2716477474551473804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=2716477474551473804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2716477474551473804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2716477474551473804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/battle-books-34-blue-ghost-by-marion.html' title='Battle Books  3/4- The Blue Ghost by Marion Dane Bauer'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-2535975824188386000</id><published>2008-07-13T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:16:24.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Single Shard by Linda Sue Park</title><content type='html'>The language drew me.  Delicate trickles of thought that grew into streams of showing so that the gentleness of the relationships were clear.  Learning without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;condescension&lt;/span&gt; about new words like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jiggeh&lt;/span&gt;" which is apparently a backpack   "The farmer squatted to don the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jiggeh&lt;/span&gt;." (5) The words are musical and precise creating interest in the way the character will be developed.  There is no negative edge anywhere in this book.  Although Tree-ear is an orphan and mentored by Crane-man who shares his life under the bridge, although they both live hand to mouth sometimes going through a refuse heap for food for dinner, there is no worry, anger or frustration about their life.   Tree-ear is respectful, considerate and dignified in his carriage at all points in the story...and basically at peace.  It's hard to believe he is an adolescent.  He listens to Crane-man's words of wisdom and applies them over and over.  Although he is straightforward in the maxims he speaks, I did not feel as if I was being told what to think.  For example the first one which I was to see several times as the young man makes choices was "Work gives a man dignity, stealing takes it away." (6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever they discuss what has happened or speculate about what will be, Crane-man and Tree-ear always share and talk through every situation.  It is this gentle and approachable conversation that governs the insights and decisions in the book.  At that time in history, usually people who had no home went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monastery and were taken care of by the monks.  However, these two are different, and as the book says, "surely such individuals have existed in every age and society." (149)  The book, however is not about their dwellingplace, but about their characters and how, because of who they are and how they are, they are allowed to become what they will be.  Tree-ear has a fascination with pottery and chooses to watch a master potter who always works outside his home and therefore can be seen, although most potters of the time guarded the secrets of their work carefully.  So, he hides and watches.  When he had a chance, he snuck up when the potter was gone, to look more closely and makes the mistake of breaking a piece.  Willingly, he works off the mistake and then stays doing whatever he is asked to do for a bowl of rice hoping above hope that he will be allowed to learn.    He learns much about the process by doing hard work with no praise or encouragement from the potter, finally realizing that the potter is so bitter over the loss of his own son, that he will never teach him how to throw pots. He is after all an orphan, not a son.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;As Crane-man senses his disappointment, and they talk about it, several insights struck me.  "...a well-kept tradition can be stronger than law"  ..."My friend, the same wind that blows one door shut often blows another open."  (97) Those things are deep, and Tree-ear is one who thinks about what he is told a lot, "preferred puzzling over them to being told what they meant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;(98) His heart goes out of his work until he realizes that he can mold clay himself into figures without a wheel.  And isn't that just the way it is.  Our expectations of good can sometimes control out attitudes.  And sometimes, it takes a bit of time before we realize that those expectations are not justified, just wishful thinking.  By the end of the book, he has had to understand that there is more courage in living and walking through disappointment than in just jumping to their death. There is much more to the story than just the beginning which I shared, but too much to tell here.  But, because of that journey toward courage, by the end of the book his hopes are realized although his friend is gone, and the reader is left with a sense of hope and completion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I wasn't sure what to expect from the book, but it is one I've had on my shelf for a long time.  It was not a bang 'em up adventure.  I don't think it would have won the award if it was, no matter the beauty of the language because the gentle, persistent points of growth would have been lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I kept awaiting dramatic action, but I'm not disappointed it wasn't there.  Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-2535975824188386000?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2535975824188386000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=2535975824188386000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2535975824188386000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2535975824188386000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/single-shard-by-linda-sue-park.html' title='A Single Shard by Linda Sue Park'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-5366720897542026341</id><published>2008-07-12T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T09:04:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear Watching, a How-to Guide.  By D. Bair</title><content type='html'>We do have bears occasionally that travel through here.  So I chose this book because it actually gives not only information about bears which most of the non-fiction books do, but because it gives pointers and warnings about what to do if you see one.  The important pages are color coded for emphasis. There are maps in it too.  Although it doesn't have great literary merit, it has specific informational merit and that's important too.  One of the other books in the children's section about bears was very graphic about what bears might do to you.  I felt this one was more age appropriate.  Not everything has to have literary merit to be read.  If that were the case, we wouldn't have much out there at all.  The publisher must think mostly about what will sell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-5366720897542026341?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5366720897542026341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=5366720897542026341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/5366720897542026341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/5366720897542026341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/bear-watching-how-to-guide-by-d-bair.html' title='Bear Watching, a How-to Guide.  By D. Bair'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-3464038528773070047</id><published>2008-07-12T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:59:22.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you Dare Shoot That Bear! by Robert Quackenbush</title><content type='html'>I admit it, I have trouble reading biographies.  I don't remember details enough, but...this one I found entertaining as well as well written.  I've looked through Quakenbush's biographies several times because of his unique cartoon style on the pages instead of the typical format.  This time I actually read it.  It's about Theodore Roosevelt... emphasizing his love of reading and how he overcame asthma to do many strong and courageous things.   It's pretty straightforward as it needs to be for third graders.  For humor, there are teddy bears across the bottom of the page to comment on what was at the top frequently just expressing nonsense opinions as teddy bears frequently do.  The words "captured the hearts and sympathy of millions" is a phrase I've heard from the press many times, but here it fit.  It emphasizes his honesty, fair play, love of his family and children and his efforts towards conservation.  He was truly an amazing bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-3464038528773070047?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3464038528773070047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=3464038528773070047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3464038528773070047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3464038528773070047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-you-dare-shoot-that-bear-by-robert.html' title='Don&apos;t you Dare Shoot That Bear! by Robert Quackenbush'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-380083634154549353</id><published>2008-07-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:59:54.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Multicultural and International Books</title><content type='html'>These books are essential.  My classroom is multicultural.  We need to accept each other and look past individual differences to learn to work together.  We work at that.  There is a big difference between generalizing and stereotyping and yet they both fall into disrepute when used inaccurately.  Multicultural books need to be put into history so that children can see that people did act and feel in ways in the past that brought about pain and disrespect...that it doesn't need to be that way, that we, ourselves, in our circle, can make a difference.  It doesn't hurt for a book to say something wrong and us have a reason to talk about whether that makes sense or not.  We were comparing our corner of the world with Asia.  So, the children read their own books about that area, and we read together Sadako.  My children felt the pain of Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes this year because we have families that are in Iraq  ourselves.  We talked about the history of it and also about the consequences of it.  We try to compare our corner with corners all over the world. I find as many books as I can.   I liked the quote on page 190 "'Cultural authenticity', means that those from within a culture feel that a book has accurately and honestly reflected their experiences and viewpoints." For us, the study of the Athapascans in our area demands cultural authenticity.  WE are here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-380083634154549353?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/380083634154549353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=380083634154549353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/380083634154549353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/380083634154549353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/multicultural-and-international-books.html' title='Multicultural and International Books'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-4722895061245497863</id><published>2008-07-11T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T23:39:00.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Controversial Books</title><content type='html'>Consider the number of available books to choose from, consider the amount of money available to buy with.  Is there a need to be deliberately offensive to a group...any group?  Is it not necessary to know our population, those who would be using our books and in the process of that, to spend the money wisely on books that are well-written, broaden perspectives and will be chosen to be read?  There are so many choices, I just don't see a need to choose something that is likely to be too hard on any community.  For example, a man on the radio this morning was discussing the issues of bi-lingualism.  I didn't agree with his points and don't want to review all of that here, but he did say one interesting thing.  He talked about the number of Spanish-Americans in Vermont, saying there were 7 in the whole state.  Then he questioned the need for bi-lingual signs and announcements.  There wasn't there, and he found it insulting. So, moving back to students, there are many places and ways to get books.  If one is needed that another one just can't stand, then they can request it.  If a child chooses a book to read that I think his parent might find offensive, I give them a call and ask them to read and talk to their child about it so they are not taken by surprise.  Parents want their opinions to be considered and I find this step helps them all.  One parent told her student one year that she could not dress up as the person she was reading about because he was personally offensive to them as a family. So, she didn't.  It's OK to have opinions and to be able to express them.  I can handle it. "If we all agree on something, one of us isn't necessary." a quote from my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-4722895061245497863?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4722895061245497863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=4722895061245497863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/4722895061245497863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/4722895061245497863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/controversial-books.html' title='Controversial Books'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-6068815348690632197</id><published>2008-07-07T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:05:44.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones</title><content type='html'>A surprising, heartbreaking and yet heartwarming story about a village of people in a tropical island torn by civil war who are kept strengthened when the only white person, an apparent gentleman, acts as a teacher and reads aloud Great Expectations during the time everyone else, other than the villagers, has left. Yet, there is more...torture, burning, looting, death, the realities of civil war.  My husband and I kept trying to figure out where it was, or when.  We thought maybe an island North of New Guinea because of the copper mine and the references to New Zealand and Australia. To say this is to say so little, it's ridiculous.  The book reached into the depths of me, and the reality is I was mesmerized totally. It had great power in many dimensions.  When the book was burned with the village, Mr. Watts says, "We have all lost our possessions and many of us our homes, but these losses, severe though they may seem, remind us of what no persona can take, and that is our minds and our imaginations." and when one of the children asked what an imagination was, he asked them to close their eyes and say their own name to themselves.  ....."Another thing," Mr. Watts said, "No one in the history of your short lives has used the same voice as you with which to say your name.  This is yours.  Your special gift that no one can every take from you.  This is what our friend and colleague Mrs. Dickens used to construct his stories with..."  As he continues, they begin again..." I can't really explain.&lt;br /&gt;Powerful, poignant, affecting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-6068815348690632197?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6068815348690632197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=6068815348690632197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/6068815348690632197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/6068815348690632197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/mister-pip-by-lloyd-jones.html' title='Mister Pip by Lloyd Jones'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-3335462708157053835</id><published>2008-07-05T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:24:04.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Willow Run by Patricia Reilly Giff</title><content type='html'>This book is a companion to  Lily's Crossing.  I read Lily's Crossing a few weeks ago and so when I read Willow Run, I was surprised by the character of Margaret.  I don't remember the Grandpa in Lily's Crossing, yet he was a valuable, important character in Willow Run. Margaret was a much gentler person I thought and more vulnerable in Willow Run.  However, the value of families, the stress of war, the development of friendships and acceptance of differences are all strong here.  It was well worth reading.   It was good that it was not the same characters all the way through.  I really related to the desire for her brother Eddy to be safe, to have hope because I remember when #3 son Michael was in Iraq and communication was slow and the news reports so negative.  I related to the panic of the mom more than Meggie, but the belief that we should all do what we can, I related to as well.  I felt the pride when Meggie reached out in honesty to Arnold and was impressed with the growth that she experience in that short time in the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-3335462708157053835?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3335462708157053835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=3335462708157053835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3335462708157053835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3335462708157053835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/willow-run-by-patricia-reilly-giff.html' title='Willow Run by Patricia Reilly Giff'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-2451078229161264156</id><published>2008-07-05T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:11:48.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of the Pirate Queen by Patricia Reilly Giff</title><content type='html'>An entertaining read.  It kept me interested all the way to the end, maybe because I remember how I felt when I was 11 and my grandmother came to help my mother with me and the house after my father died.  This girl was nicer and so was Fiona the cousin who came to help.  It also dealt with the gift of courage to deal with mistakes, lies, frustrations, and other people's opinions.  Expectations of ourselves and others frequently cause kids problems, and not only kids I guess.  This was a little better than the Polk Street Kids because the sentence construction was not as choppy and you could follow what was going on better.  Potential for my higher third graders.  Not really a read-aloud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-2451078229161264156?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2451078229161264156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=2451078229161264156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2451078229161264156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2451078229161264156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/gift-of-pirate-queen-by-patricia-reilly.html' title='The Gift of the Pirate Queen by Patricia Reilly Giff'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-4479063909343729465</id><published>2008-07-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:32:34.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poopsie Pomerantz, Pick Up Your Feet by Patricia Reilla Giff</title><content type='html'>We have a little girl insecure with how she looks and that affects a lot of stuff.  The only other girl who lives close to her, who could be her friend, is what might be considered a bully in that she can always talk her into doing whatever, whether she wants to or not.  In the course of the story, Poopsie learns how to accept herself a little better and to realize that the other girl has insecurities too and they become friends.  The vocabulary in the writing is pretty simple which makes it appropriate for 3-4th grade.  Some descriptive words like "slithered"..."dead worms sloshed" are certainly clearer.  Ideas like "lily liver" and "afraid of everything that comes down the pike" are things that kids  these days have no idea of.  Most of her books at this level are similar. The copyright date of 1989 clearly shows this dating.  It was Ok, but I like her historical fiction much better than her classroom books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-4479063909343729465?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4479063909343729465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=4479063909343729465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/4479063909343729465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/4479063909343729465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/poopsie-pomerantz-pick-up-your-feet-by.html' title='Poopsie Pomerantz, Pick Up Your Feet by Patricia Reilla Giff'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-9209574608146092123</id><published>2008-07-03T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:35:20.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the Way Home by Patricia Reilly Giff</title><content type='html'>Historical fiction again. The author does a great job with her historical fiction, much better than the school ones so far.  This one takes place in the early 1940s.  Polio is a reality.  I remember hearing about it in the 50s when I was a kid and even had a friend who had had it.  The consequences in her legs were real and the references to Franklin Roosevelt very poignant.  The fact that the girl was teased and felt awkward about herself sounded right.  The woman who was her "almost mother" was a valued respected adult.  Again, something I have missed in the books with the modern setting.  She not only reminded her that she could do anything, when she did, she accepted it.  Meanwhile, the other character, Brick, is also well respected as a child and well loved.  When they meet and become friends, each has a respect for each other that is obvious and appreciated by the limits they allow each other.  For example, when he needs to go, she helps him and when she needs to go alone, he shows her and leaves her to do it.  Because of her willingness to go beyond what she was expected to do, things change a lot.  I think there are a lot of kids like that.  Moreso, than the ones who are so alone in Jerry Spinelli's books.  There is an ache of loss in the Spinelli books, loss for respect and for value, but a strength of character in the Giff books that warms and enhances.  Is this a reflection of the times the books are set in?  Is it true in Education Week that a "majority of youth found to lack a direction in life"?  Reading one author, it certainly seems to be, yet reading another, there is hope.  I'm for Patricia Reilly Giff's point of view here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-9209574608146092123?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/9209574608146092123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=9209574608146092123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/9209574608146092123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/9209574608146092123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-way-home-by-patricia-reilly-giff.html' title='All the Way Home by Patricia Reilly Giff'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-8505039746398181505</id><published>2008-07-03T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:23:20.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Grade Celebrity - Patricia Reilly Giff</title><content type='html'>Casey Valentine  is a quirky character who just wants to feel accepted.  Somehow she has the idea that her older sister is better at doing things and liked better at school.  This is a theme that I've read several times this summer.  Because Ms. Giff taught, she writes a series of books that include characters that overlap from book to book.  This set is in 4th grade.  The girl feels that if she could just be a celebrity, she would be important.  She lies (exaggerates) to a pen pal and sets about organizing things like presidency, Walter her friend, and the newspaper to make herself important.  I'm not sure why she doesn't value Walter more.  He seems to be the genuine friend type article...accepts her and even enjoys her.  I wonder if the Tracey she is writing to is the same one in &lt;em&gt;Poopsie Pomerantz, Pick up your Feet&lt;/em&gt;.  At any rate, it's more dated somehow and doesn't feel quite true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-8505039746398181505?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8505039746398181505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=8505039746398181505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/8505039746398181505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/8505039746398181505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-grade-celebrity-patricia-reilly.html' title='Fourth Grade Celebrity - Patricia Reilly Giff'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-2159933045246965669</id><published>2008-07-03T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:14:30.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures of hollis woods by Patricia Reilly Giff</title><content type='html'>Foster homes.  Finding a place to belong. Working out who you are and accepting it.  All of this is part of this story of Hollis Woods.  Giff writes the story with a gentleness and strength.  I was left wondering what had happened to the children who left my room for a foster home last year.  They clung to each other pretty closely during that in between time.  She not only has words that evoke pictures of the setting and people, but the feelings that are a part of those places and people without coming right out and saying it.  It was timeless. The other books she wrote fit into a time in history so completely, but this one fits all times.  The other thing I liked about it was the way the adults were treated. They were valued, and frankly that's refreshing. From chapter to chapter you followed two parts of her story...one that is in the present, the other that's in the past.  The type of print defines that and that is a very good strategy for kids.  It makes it clearer for them.  Definitely a book I would suggest to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-2159933045246965669?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2159933045246965669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=2159933045246965669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2159933045246965669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2159933045246965669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/07/pictures-of-hollis-woods-by-patricia.html' title='pictures of hollis woods by Patricia Reilly Giff'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-3384155687605799935</id><published>2008-06-30T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:22:29.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cool Kids by Rebecca Emberley 1995</title><content type='html'>This is a 3 Billy Goats Gruff story set in the heart of a city where an enormous rat tries to keep the goats from crossing the street.  The illustrations are interesting because they are collage format using scrapbooking types of paper.  In this story, there is a reason for needing to change and the setting is pretty well developed against the characters.  I'm always looking for other ways people tell the stories the children are familiar with.  This is a good one especially in word choice.  The words squincha squincha squincha describing the sound of sneakers...kachinga, chinga, chinga describing bracelets and kalomp, kalomp, karangalanglangalanga are fun words to say and repeat because this has, of course, maintained it storytelling style.  I wondered when I saw the spelling of the name if this is the same family that did the drawing books.  Anyone know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-3384155687605799935?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3384155687605799935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=3384155687605799935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3384155687605799935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3384155687605799935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/three-cool-kids-by-rebecca-emberley.html' title='Three Cool Kids by Rebecca Emberley 1995'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-3571045557922535178</id><published>2008-06-30T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:17:04.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribble by Deborah Freedman  (2007)</title><content type='html'>This is a great picture book.  I suspect all adults with kids would really enjoy, but kids would too...I'm sure.  She is an architect with real daughters that must have been the creative impetus for this book.  Two little girls about 4-5 and 7 are discussing, arguing, about their respective pictures.  The initial pictures are pencil with watercolors and very nicely done using speech bubbles.  The argument culminates with the younger one scribbling all over the beautiful detailed princess of the other. The fun part is how the scribbled picture comes alive and decides to save the princess.  The pictures are all that we know good illustrations to be.  It's well worth sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-3571045557922535178?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3571045557922535178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=3571045557922535178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3571045557922535178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3571045557922535178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/scribble-by-deborah-freedman-2007.html' title='Scribble by Deborah Freedman  (2007)'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-8235830721424863031</id><published>2008-06-30T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:12:55.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lily's Crossing by Patricia Reilla Giff</title><content type='html'>As I brush the tears from my eyes and blow my nose, I am reminded of just how real this war was, World War II.  Michael, my son, went to Iraq several years ago and returned. I remember the waiting and hoping. I was hoping above hope all through the story that Lily's father would return and that Albert would find his sister.  And, it did end well. Consequently, the tears. It was the first book I've read in a while where someone felt good about the fight...about the need for freedom and independence.  Most people these days are negative.  I related more to the Grandmother than the girl I suppose because I had my 9 year old grandson here last summer and I always felt I was saying and doing the wrong thing with him.  Lily certainly seemed to feel that way about his grandmother.  Other books this summer have had Grandmothers that had to take the place of moms and in every single one, she is not appreciated for who she is because she has had to take the role of caregiver.  Then I remembered two of my kids last year who were being taken care of by their grandmother.  In that case, they didn't appreciate them much either...just looked for ways to fight them.&lt;br /&gt;This was a well written book, with realistic characters,and a clear descriptive setting. The plot which centered around friendships was dynamic and realistic.  Friends do make a difference for each other. I still worry about kids perceptions of grown ups.  This is the third or fourth book now where grownups don't seem to be able to be trusted.  I wonder if that's true of all kids or whether just in these author's perceptions.  I can see why it was a Newberry Honor Book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-8235830721424863031?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/8235830721424863031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=8235830721424863031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/8235830721424863031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/8235830721424863031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/lilys-crossing-by-patricia-reilla-giff.html' title='Lily&apos;s Crossing by Patricia Reilla Giff'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-5544002759505392857</id><published>2008-06-25T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:20:57.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doll People by Ann M Martin &amp; Laura Godwin</title><content type='html'>There are several sets of books about people that are little and live in or next to houses.  When one of my girls picked this up this year, I wondered how close this was to the Littles or the Borrowers, and I found out that it was delightfully different.  Of course, some of the things must be, by nature similar.  For example, small people's ability to get around in a huge space is basically the same.  The issues of cats and other animals in their relationships.  However, being dolls changes the whole scope of these ideas because it has  one unique situation.  These dolls act like they come alive when humans cannot see them and if by chance humans do see them, they have to be part of Doll State for 24 hours where they absolutely cannot move.  If they really mess up, they become ordinary dolls forever...no secret life, no life at all. period.  The story line is very similar to the other small people books.  One of them has been missing for a long time and all of a sudden, after 30 years, the daughter wants to explore and find her.  The sentences are of varying length.  The characters are expected.  The language does not push the limits, but the story is fun.  I can see why my young lady stayed with it and finished it, enjoying every word.  She did not start out the year as a good reader and this is a long book, so I wasn't sure she would finish.  It was the comfortable way the book was written that kept her entralled.  That makes it a good book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-5544002759505392857?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5544002759505392857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=5544002759505392857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/5544002759505392857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/5544002759505392857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/doll-people-by-ann-m-martin-laura.html' title='The Doll People by Ann M Martin &amp; Laura Godwin'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-5867524297385934375</id><published>2008-06-25T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:08:31.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the mysterious edge of the heroic world by E. L. Konigsburg</title><content type='html'>I haven't read anything by this author since the Mixed-Up Files.  As I got farther into the book, I remembered how hard it was to get into the first one.  In this one, there are two very precocious young men who develop a friendship around a mutual "old lady" (neighbor) with an exotic, perhaps dated past.  Amandeus is fascinated by this neighbor and all that she was.  When she begins to process the antiques in her home prior to moving into a senior facility, he and William whose mother is in charge of the process of "downsizing" a mystery surfaces about a painting...  Enough said without ruining the story.  It moves quickly from a present situation into a reflection of historical fiction.  The young people are not very believable to me, but then I do not live on the East Coast where these kind of kids are more likely to flourish.  Amandeus is from New York City previously and moved to Florida where his mother is an executive.  His father remains an artist in the North East.  His friend William is not a normal kid either because he has the maturity to be his mother's partner.  Although they are not types I've every seen in kids, the story of their relationship is very believable.  She puts just enough into the story to keep me reading and the amazing history in the last chapters is fascinating.  Looking into the requirements of good literature by Tunnell and Jacobs is not always easy.  It seems like I think of my own classroom and which students would be likely to read a book like this and whether I could interest anyone in it.  So, have I become jaded in the Title I sense that my students being 77% free and reduced lunch would not be interested in stories that are either not fanciful to them, easy to read or part of TV or movies?  I hate to think that.  So as I continue to read, I find myself thinking past the book to my children.  Koningsburg has a unique, but distinctive style and I am going to look up her as soon as I can.  Is it a man or woman?  Hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-5867524297385934375?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/5867524297385934375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=5867524297385934375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/5867524297385934375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/5867524297385934375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/mysterious-edge-of-heroic-world-by-e-l.html' title='the mysterious edge of the heroic world by E. L. Konigsburg'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-3208524452558959904</id><published>2008-06-24T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:50:57.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bear Named Trouble by Marion Dane Bauer</title><content type='html'>The first time I've read a Marion Dane Bauer book and it was obvious from the very beginning that her word choice was specific, definitive and designed to bring the reader into the story.  I was there from the beginning.  She designed the story around a true event that took place in Anchorage although the children in the story are not real.  It amazes me in these stories I've read this summer how independent the children seemed to be in their thinking.  In this one, it happens as well.  Although this boy's father is a zookeeper, and he seems to know some very specific things about how dangerous animals can be, and it is repeated in this story, still the boy makes decisions that could have gotten him in a lot of trouble.  I liked how the the author tried to get inside the motivations of the bear.  I also liked the way the boy tries to get inside the mind of the animals he likes.  What I didn't like was the subliminal message about parents.  Maybe I'm seeing it wrongly.  It seems like parents are not to be considered authorities on anything if they disagree about what you, as a kid, want to do.  In Jerry Spinelli's Eggs, the kids sneak out and do all sorts of things without anything bad happening to them, and it is accepted.  In this book, the kid sneaks out, leaves an actual loaf of bread for the bear, and then later actually follows the bear without his father knowing.  It all turns out, but I guess I'm thinking that that is the beauty of the book; it CAN all work out.  In real life, there are a lot of hurting people out there because it doesn't work out, and they do get hurt, and it isn't fixable.  I wonder why authors have this underlying thought.  Are adults so unreliable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-3208524452558959904?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3208524452558959904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=3208524452558959904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3208524452558959904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3208524452558959904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/trouble-bear-by-joan-bauer.html' title='A Bear Named Trouble by Marion Dane Bauer'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-4891923757514432416</id><published>2008-06-24T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:23:29.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Talking by Andrew Clements</title><content type='html'>I was surprised as I began this story how blatent it seemed.  The language was definitely not such that you would draw conclusions from it.  It was very directive and generalized.  However, as the story developed, I found myself chuckling about how the author used this technique to make his point.  I didn't bother me after a while  In fact, the style enhanced the story line.  Andrew Clements is writing to the kids about how kids are and it worked.  I enjoyed the story and would probably read it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-4891923757514432416?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4891923757514432416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=4891923757514432416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/4891923757514432416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/4891923757514432416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-talking-by-andrew-clements.html' title='No Talking by Andrew Clements'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-2068040020155430874</id><published>2008-06-21T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:51:04.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie's Door  By Patricia Reilly Giff</title><content type='html'>I was eager to continue with the story from Nory Ryan's Song until I actually started.  I found myself feeling so much pain and wishing it would just be over.   I had to put the book down for a while.  The pain in knowing that these historical events really happened. That people walked shakily onward hoping for something to be better just up the road, stealing and hurting each other for what they thought they could have.  It reminded me of my friends who had newly arrived from Thailand having snuck through the jungles of Cambodia each older child with 1 other child and unbelievably finding each other when they arrived at the border camp.  There were 12 children and the parents.  The trouble I had then was realizing that although they thought the US was going to solve their problems a whole new set of problems came with it, linguistically especially as they tried to find things to do that fit what they could have done there.  I couldn't help but put Nora and her family into that framework of hold on, it might not be over yet.  Though...in reality, nothing could be as bad as what they had experienced.  I'm glad Nory found her family on the boat, glad she found Sean, and glad they made it.  I wonder what the author would say in the continuing saga.  Would it be Esperanza like?  I couldn't read that one yet.  I suspect that I need something funny for a bit, or at least science fiction...not historical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-2068040020155430874?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2068040020155430874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=2068040020155430874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2068040020155430874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2068040020155430874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/maggies-door-by-patricia-reilly-giff.html' title='Maggie&apos;s Door  By Patricia Reilly Giff'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-9034676910385299930</id><published>2008-06-17T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:21:26.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nora Ryan's Song by Patricia Reilly Giff</title><content type='html'>Hardship, struggle, dying for food , being ignored or used by another group of people was wrenching.  I'm glad she chose to write another book about Nora and I'm planning to read it today.  This is one of the few that I continued to the finish immediately.  At first I had trouble with the Irish words.  I was glad she put a small glossary at the beginning so that I could check back.  And I thought, how hard it would be in America for them.  Knowing a little of the Irish struggles in New York and all of the things I've heard over time, I wonder if they felt it was worth it.  I appreciated her comments at the back of the book that described her going over and talking and feeling.  She was certainly able to communicate this feeling in her story.  What a long way she has come since Polk Street School started.  The development of her word choice was particularly exciting for me.  The Polk Street gang have been staples in my library for a long time, but not as read as this will be.  Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-9034676910385299930?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/9034676910385299930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=9034676910385299930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/9034676910385299930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/9034676910385299930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/nora-ryans-song-by-patricia-reilly-giff.html' title='Nora Ryan&apos;s Song by Patricia Reilly Giff'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-3189357125836811089</id><published>2008-06-14T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:37:00.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love that Dog by Sharon Creech</title><content type='html'>The kid is responding and not refusing and frankly that's remarkable.  Usually, if a kid doesn't want to, they just don't.  I was impressed.  I was impressed by the way the teacher handled it also.  I wonder if she wrote back or just talked to him.  It all came together in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-3189357125836811089?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3189357125836811089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=3189357125836811089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3189357125836811089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3189357125836811089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-that-dog-by-sharon-creech.html' title='Love that Dog by Sharon Creech'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-2255323035470089686</id><published>2008-06-14T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:35:29.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Castle Corona by Sharon Creech</title><content type='html'>Another story with a great ending...but not so strong beginning and middle.  You have to hang on to finish.  Good word choice, believable characters, believable setting  and therefore probably well written.  I did read &lt;em&gt;Love that Dog&lt;/em&gt; recently.  I liked it.  Would a kid read it?  I'm not sure.  I need to try others by her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-2255323035470089686?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2255323035470089686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=2255323035470089686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2255323035470089686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2255323035470089686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/castle-corona-by-sharon-creech.html' title='The Castle Corona by Sharon Creech'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-691300669410800889</id><published>2008-06-14T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:32:26.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash by Jerry Spinelli</title><content type='html'>When I started this, I had a young man about 13 in my car and asked how he chose what he read.  He said he read the first chapter and if he liked it he would keep reading, otherwise, he doesn't read.  So I asked him to read this one, and he would not have chosen it.  The last few days I have been reading with a different lense.  What is it that draws a kid to read?  Is it the easyness?  Is it that it's expected?  In reading Crash, I almost put it down a few times because of the amount of bullying and the acceptance of bullying in the whole  first 134 pages of the book.  There are only 162 altogether.  I know he was building to a point, and I know as a teacher I would love to read it aloud to a class, but then they have to listen.  They don't have to read.  By the end, the kid changed but really hard things had to happen in his life which had nothing to do with parents, school or discipline of anybody.  Do those kinds of things happen to other bullys or is the school world full of situations just like this one where no one does anything and the bullys do not change and the kid bullied can't handle it anymore and...well, you see what I mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-691300669410800889?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/691300669410800889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=691300669410800889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/691300669410800889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/691300669410800889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/crash-by-jerry-spinelli.html' title='Crash by Jerry Spinelli'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-2678164643995577354</id><published>2008-06-10T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:10:40.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s books'/><title type='text'>Joey Pigza Loses Control  by Jack Gantos</title><content type='html'>I was turned off by this book from the beginning.  Although it was descriptively written, I'm sorry, there are too many kids just like this one for me to want to read about it.  Somehow it frustrates me.  I wonder if Jack Gantos really knows someone like this in order to tell it in first person and I wonder what brought about this particular character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-2678164643995577354?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2678164643995577354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=2678164643995577354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2678164643995577354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2678164643995577354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/joey-pigza-loses-control-by-jack-gantos.html' title='Joey Pigza Loses Control  by Jack Gantos'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-2586485219313711658</id><published>2008-06-10T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:07:40.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s books'/><title type='text'>Just Ella - Margaret Peterson Haddix</title><content type='html'>A Cinderella story.  After the engagement, she was disgruntled by nothing to do except "royal" stuff.  She was lonely being trained.  A quote I thought was so much a part of society at that time is&lt;br /&gt;"duty as women - be protected from unpleasantness, so that our minds and our soul - and our brows - shall be unsullied by worry.  Women were created to be like flowers, providing color and beauty to the world. We leave troubling matters to men."  pg. 18 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women's perspective has changed so much.  I wonder if it wouldn't have been nice to have a little of both - respect and protection by men and yet freedom to be a viable part of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few things she said that I found worthy of adding to my booklet of quotes.  I'm looking forward to reading more of this author.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-2586485219313711658?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2586485219313711658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=2586485219313711658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2586485219313711658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2586485219313711658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-ella-margaret-peterson-haddix.html' title='Just Ella - Margaret Peterson Haddix'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-4808426858343280374</id><published>2008-06-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:25:47.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s books'/><title type='text'>The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane - DeCamillo</title><content type='html'>A delightful and intuitive book that reminded me of the Velveteen Rabbit.  This rabbit's journey was much different and long range.  The question I would ask is, "Would kids really get the part about loving?'  "Would they really understand the purpose of the journey?"  They don't really say what the answer is, but in the course of his journey and of his being loved, he had a heart.  He never becomes real, but he does go full circle.  I wonder, if, in the aging process, we go full circle through to understanding what we could not understand in our past.  It is good to love and be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-4808426858343280374?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/4808426858343280374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=4808426858343280374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/4808426858343280374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/4808426858343280374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/miraculous-journey-of-edward-tulane.html' title='The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane - DeCamillo'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-1318859274988948081</id><published>2008-06-10T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:20:33.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s books'/><title type='text'>The Secret School  by Avi</title><content type='html'>Another time in history...another kid taking leadership and showing strength.  I liked the story, but I've read too much Avi at one time.  Again, the idea that something has to remain a secret to be successful is a theme that I don't appreciate in children's writing.  Surely, adults can be trusted sometime, at least that's what we want our children to believe.  At least in this story, Ida shares with her parents.  She finds them supportive and finally, when being caught out by the district supervisory, she finds support.  In the process, she did find she could do what she needed to do and that the adults who were able to made a positive difference for her.  So...yea! adults are trustworthy...some at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-1318859274988948081?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/1318859274988948081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=1318859274988948081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/1318859274988948081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/1318859274988948081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/secret.html' title='The Secret School  by Avi'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-2770904050571099138</id><published>2008-06-10T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:26:26.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s books'/><title type='text'>Eggs by Jerry Spinelli</title><content type='html'>Sorry. I know he writes uniquely. I remember Maniac Magee, but this was very uncomfortable to me. Maybe because I have a 9 year old grandson. I would not read it again, but I also will not forget it. What power that child had? Are children supposed to have that kind of power?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-2770904050571099138?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/2770904050571099138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=2770904050571099138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2770904050571099138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/2770904050571099138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/eggs-by-jerry-spinelli.html' title='Eggs by Jerry Spinelli'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-3956300888172810038</id><published>2008-06-10T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:13:37.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traitors' Gate by Avi</title><content type='html'>Avi's done it again in a whole different period of time.  19th century this time.  A whole different character.  It's amazing that the kid is the hero and that he is strong and courageous from beginning to end.  - I wonder how many families at that time were really like that.  They reminded me a little of Mary Poppins...not her, but the father and mother.  Father is always the leader, Mother with no choices except to make her children marry well.  Although in this case, the mother really did not come off well.  I'm not sure what the title had to do with it, or who really was the traitor...although I know who it really was.  The issue was the power of a kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-3956300888172810038?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/3956300888172810038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=3956300888172810038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3956300888172810038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/3956300888172810038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/traitors-gate-by-avi.html' title='The Traitors&apos; Gate by Avi'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-7491328470448962551</id><published>2008-06-10T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:08:46.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crispin by Avi</title><content type='html'>Wow, trying to get a sense of an author and to find something so very different from the snail and ant one.  This book reminded me of a book I had just finished set in this period of time, the 14th century.  The thing that impressed me from the other  book is just how set the authority is and how miserable the regular people are and how few are the choices.  To win in this situation is unbelievable.  The other book described a flaying and I was sickened, never having really understood what it was or how it came to be.  I can't find that other book and do not remember its name, but the impact was clear.  So....when I picked up Crispin and started into it, I was astonished by the same feeling coming very quickly.  At first, I really thought he Crispin had a mental problem, but as the story moved on, it was just a lack of education and expectation.  Isn't it amazing that someone could be a completely different person inside with just a little belief, education and sense of who they are.  He was a completely different person at the end.  I wondered if such a thing as being a "wolf's head" really existed.   And, by the way, it's nice to have a happy ending no matter what anyone thinks.  Marilyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-7491328470448962551?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/7491328470448962551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=7491328470448962551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/7491328470448962551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/7491328470448962551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/crispin-by-avi.html' title='Crispin by Avi'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-6314370111076374173</id><published>2008-06-10T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:54:22.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Beginning by Avi</title><content type='html'>A very quick book to read with a lot of insight and a few chuckles. Avon the snail reads.  He not only reads, but decides he must have an adventure.  In the process of beginning, he meets a friend, an ant.  I could not figure out at first whether it was a joke or not.  Each chapter is only a few pages long and has the insight of Winnie the Pooh especially since each chapter has "in which" in it.  This is one I will read to my children.  They will get a few chuckles also. - surprisingly wonderful characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-6314370111076374173?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/6314370111076374173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=6314370111076374173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/6314370111076374173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/6314370111076374173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-beginning-by-avi.html' title='The End of the Beginning by Avi'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3955861612782071851.post-165576037836736029</id><published>2008-06-08T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:49:41.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice Told Tales</title><content type='html'>I think I have two blogs now.  Sometimes computers really frustrate me. Amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3955861612782071851-165576037836736029?l=marilynwhite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/feeds/165576037836736029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3955861612782071851&amp;postID=165576037836736029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/165576037836736029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3955861612782071851/posts/default/165576037836736029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marilynwhite.blogspot.com/2008/06/twice-told-tales.html' title='Twice Told Tales'/><author><name>marilyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13314248331654499143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
