Monday, August 16, 2010

Summer 2010: What I'm reading

Have you ever felt like you were different than everyone else? Mississippi Beaumont (the main character in Ingrid Law’s book Savvy) KNOWS that she’s different. Her family is unlike any other family she has met: they all have a savvy – a secret-power that no one outside their family knows about.

Her mother tries to convince Mississippi (or “Mibs” as she’s called) that they’re not different from other families: “In most ways, Mibs, we Beaumonts are just like other people. We get born, and sometime later we die. And in between, we’re happy and sad, we feel love and we feel fear, we eat and we sleep and we hurt like everyone else.” But Mibs knows otherwise: her mother is perfect; her brother Rocket has a knack with electricity, and her brother Fish has a “stormy” personality all his own. They all have a special savvy.

All the Beaumonts learn their savvy on their thirteenth birthday, and even Mibs admits that before her birthday, “I prayed every night for my savvy to come and be the best savvy ever. I prayed for the power to fly or to shoot lasers from my eyes.” Imagine not knowing what kind of super-power you might have!

While the Beaumonts all have spectacular powers, Savvy isn’t a science fiction or fantasy type novel. It’s all presented pretty matter-of-fact and reminds me a bit of a tall tale – a believable tall tale. If you liked Anybodies by N. E. Bode or The Girl Who Could Fly by Victoria Forester, you’ll enjoy Savvy by Ingrid Law. Although the main character of this book is a girl, there are two boy characters who have strong roles. It’s not just a book for girls!

Even with a super-powerful family, Mibs has to deal with issues that many twelve and thirteen year olds do – like dealing with two bullies who nickname her “Missy-pissy.” Also, Mibs is not sure what to do when a fourteen year old boy is especially nice to her, and she struggles with issues like doing the right thing.

Join Mibs as she learn her savvy and comes to terms with the fact that “the Beaumont kids were extraordinarily, freakishly not normal. But all told… we were also pretty amazing.” Mibs also learns an important lesson: “You never can tell when a bad thing might make a good thing happen.”

Perfect for Grades 4 and up... A YRCA Award Winner!

Monday, August 9, 2010

Summer 2010: What I'm reading

What if your middle school teacher hates you? Holling Hoodhood is pretty sure that his 7th grade teacher despises him, and she's out to get him -- whether it's by volunteering that he'll clean all the blackboard erasers in the entire middle school or by sending him out to play soccer with the meanest kids in school.

It's the late 1960s, and the war in Vietnam is on everyone's mind, including twelve-year old Holling Hoodhood. That is, when he's not worried about Mrs. Baker's plot against him and the Shakespeare plays she has assigned him to read. Just when you think it couldn't get worse for Holling, it does.

A coming-of-age novel that's hysterical and bittersweet at the same time. Wednesday Wars is written from a male perspective. It's a great novel for anyone who roots for the underdog.

A Newberry Award winner...

Thursday, July 29, 2010

A Reading Biography: My Home Run Books

This summer, I started back to school to get my master's degree in Library Media Science. It's something I've always wanted to do, but really didn't know HOW to. I remember telling my high school guidance counselor that I wanted to be a bibliotherapist. It was a word I'd come across somewhere, but my thought was that the right book could help a child through a dark time. It's something that I've always believed: words can heal.

Unfortunately, that guidance counselor laughed and told me to go into elementary education. So, here I am literally 25 years later, starting back to school.
One of my first assignments was to share my reading biography -- my earliest memories of reading, my successes and failures. I encourage you to think of your experiences. Maybe even write down a thought or two. You may be surprised.
Here are my thoughts:

My Reading Autobiography and Connections to Students Today

“I think I can. I think I can…,” my grandmother read to me. I was probably three or four years old – my oldest memory of being read to as a child and the earliest memory I have. An elementary schoolteacher, Grandma had a dramatic voice that rose and lowered when needed, pausing for emphasis while I waited -- as if I didn’t know the next words (when in fact, I knew the story by heart).

Every time I visited my grandmother and grandfather, I begged Grandma to read The Little Engine That Could. No matter how busy she was, Grandma would pull out the worn Watty Piper book that still had her name written in the front as “Mrs. Kimball,” and I’d climb into her lap – the perfect lap for cuddling up with a book. When we made it to the most dramatic part of the book where it’s unclear if the little tank engine would make it up the hill, Grandma would point to the words and have me read along with her, “I think I can… I think I can.”

Grandma clearly had the biggest impact on me as a reader. First, she was a reader. There was always a stack of novels and magazines on her nightstand, and she filled her free time with reading. Second, Grandma modeled what it was like to be a true reader. Most importantly, Grandma showed me that she was never too busy for me and that books can entertain.

Beyond those early memories of The Little Engine That Could, I have vague memories of learning to read. My mother claims that I was a reader by the age of 4½ -- thanks to the neighbor girl who was in third grade. Kim was my idol. Not only was she beautiful with her big brown eyes, but she read big girl books: chapter books. I remember sitting out front of our house under a big oak tree as we played school, and she taught me my letters and my letter sounds.

As I became a more fluent reader, I remember reading everything: cereal boxes, Grandma’s old Reader’s Digest condensed books, Mad magazines my dad had collected when he was younger, and lots of books.

My “home run” book that clearly made the biggest impact on me as a reader was Beverly Cleary’s Ramona the Brave. Here was a spunky gal that had adventures unlike any other protagonist I had read before. A little bit naughty and a little bit ornery, Ramona still had a good heart and intentions: she reminded me of myself.
From there, I plunged into the rest of Beverly Cleary’s books. Henry reminded me of my older brother, and Ribsy was just like the mutt my family adopted when we moved to central Illinois. That summer, my mother bought every single Beverly Cleary book for my tiny bedroom library. We didn’t have much money, and I knew that it was an extravagance to own the entire series of Beverly Cleary books. When we headed out on a road trip to Florida, my mother packed up the entire series and rationed out one book/day for me to read. If I finished the book before the day was over, I was done – no more books, no more reading. That was when I discovered the art of re-reading!

In fourth grade, my family moved again -- during the middle of the school year. It was a difficult transition for me, and one of the few positive memories I have of that year occurred on my first day at my new school. During story time, my new teacher pulled out a book I had never heard of before: Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing by Judy Blume. For those thirty minutes, I forgot all about being the new kid in the class as I sat spellbound and listened to the stories of this poor boy named Peter whose brother Fudge sounded an awful lot like my little brother -- “home run” book #2.

As a child, I was lucky to be surrounded by readers and adults who supported and encouraged my reading. I found characters I identified with and admired. All of my memories and connections to reading have been positive.

Obviously, many things have changed since I was a young reader. Still, there are many similarities between young readers today and my experiences. Children still love to be read to, and they love to read – despite being surrounded by technology and all of its attraction. My observations on children and their book choices are based on the two schools where I volunteer in the classrooms and libraries.

This past year, I’ve been a recurring guest reader at our elementary school library. We started the year with picture books, eventually graduating to Ursula LeGuin’s Cat Wings and then Beverly Cleary’s Henry Huggins. Over the year, my audiences grew until the final Monday in June when the children spilled out of the library and into the hall.

During the year, I fretted over every book I read, wondering if the children would make a connection and enjoy it. I worried that the plots weren’t fast enough or outdated. Instead, I was amazed at how engaged the children were – just as engaged as I was listening to Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. The biggest compliment I received was when the assistant librarian referred to the crowd of children as “my groupies.”

One of the changes I see between my middle school library and a current middle school library is the emergence of graphic novels as a completely new genre. They are hugely popular at our middle school library where students check out multiples in a series at the same time – most likely because they’re able to read them so quickly. It reminds me of my mother rationing my books on long summer car trips, and I appreciate the students’ need to “stock up.” Often, I smile to myself as a handful of boys rush in the library between classes to quickly scan the shelves and see if any books have returned in the series they’re currently reading. Their love for reading and anticipation at getting a new book is inspiring.
In Growing Up Digital, Don Tapscott refers to this generation of young adults as the N-gen for the “network generation.” He points out that this is the first generation to grow up totally surrounded by technology and all of its influences.

As a result, the N-gen has nearly immediate access to any questions they have and any research they may need to do. As a young adult and college student, I spent lots of time in my school library, researching topics for my research papers. Now, students rely on the Internet for much of their research. This spring, my older daughter performed most of her term paper research online after getting a quick a quick tutorial about what makes a website reputable. If a question comes up at home, my 9-year old daughter frequently tells me to “just Google it.” Thanks to the Internet, answers are literally at students’ fingertips within a matter of seconds, and the library is no longer the center for research.

In Growing up Digital, Don Tapscott writes that “N-geners have a strong sense of independence and autonomy.” According to Tapscott, children created online clubs related to their favorite book series like The Babysitters Club – long before adults thought of it.

Partially as a result of these online fan clubs, children are more aware of the release of new books in their favorite series. Highly anticipated books are released with great fanfare, and bookstores and libraries plan elaborate events, vying for readers’ attention. When I was younger, there was little fanfare attached to the release of new books. I didn’t have a clue when the next Judy Blume book would be released. Instead, I’d stop by my library and scan the shelves for my favorite authors. In contrast, my family and I went to two different book stores to take part in the pre-release activities for the release of the seventh Harry Potter book. The day of the release, the mailman hand-delivered our copy to my squealing ten-year old.

As the parent of a fourth grader and seventh grader, I realize that the pulls on their time are great – school activities, sports, electronics, and friends. At the same time, there is more content for children to read – new genres like graphic novels, online clubs, and Internet blogs. My twelve-year old daughter followed the blog of 16-year old sailor Abby Sunderland long before her boat capsized in the Indian Ocean, and her story was plastered across the news media. As Tapscott points out in his book, there is no age in the online world, and there are no boundaries.

For young readers, the library is no longer the center of the reading community, and to reach young readers through the library, I think that literary promotion is even more important. We’re vying for the attention of young readers who have content everywhere. Students are still reading – although the content and mediums are very different than when I was a young reader.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Summer 2010: What I'm reading

A terrible mistake has happened. Someone has left a baby on the doorstep of the Willoughby home and attached a note that reads “I chose this house because it looks as if a happy, loving family lives here, prosperous enough to feed another child. “

Unfortunately, that’s not the case: a happy, loving family DOESN’T live at the house, and the children who do live there secretly wish that they were orphans – just like the orphans in great children’s classics like The Boxcar Children – the ones who triumph over adversity, find great adventure, and live happily ever after.

The Willoughby children plan a plot to become orphans, while their parents plan a way to get rid of the children. When Mr. Willoughby asks his wife if she likes their children, she quickly responds, “I never have. Especially that tall one. What is his name again?”

See what happens when the parents try to get rid of their children, and the children try to rid themselves of their parents. The Willoughbys is a hilarious mix of plot and character with lots of great references to classic children’s novels. Prepare to laugh and search for references to great classics – from Mary Poppins to James and the Giant Peach.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Last Day of School Blues...

It's the last day of school for my two gals, and I'm filled with the blues. I look forward to a summer of great adventures, no homework, no deadlines, and no soccer games to rush to. I love spending days with my girls, but I do have this overwhelming feeling of sadness. Another school year has passed, and that makes me sad. However, it has been a great year, a challenging one filled with milestones:



  • Ellie's second year with a wonderful teacher who encourages her, understands her disease, and pushes her to be an even better student and step outside her comfort zone. Mrs. O is a teacher who greets Ellie with love and kindness every day.

  • Emma's first year at middle school -- A year I was dreading (I admit). It has been a year of extreme ups and downs.
Middle school lessons learned:



  • Some people are just MEAN -- no matter how kind you are to them.

  • Twelve year olds will LIE when they feel that they've been wronged by a member of the opposite sex.

  • You have to stand up for yourself. Not everyone agrees with your philosophy, and it's hard to stay true to your beliefs.

  • You have to be an advocate for yourself in the classroom.

Still... her year has been filled with wonderful teachers who have shown her a world outside what she knew. Her head and heart are full...

Bring it on, Summer.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

True Confessions

I hate to admit that I...

  • Worry too much.
  • Squeeze whipped cream on a spoon and slowly lick it.
  • Push a chair in front of the back door whenever my husband is away from home at night.
  • Hate shopping.
  • Fail when it comes to being a good friend -- not always, but I'm often at a loss for what to do when the big things happen (like death, divorce, major illness). I feel so helpless for my friends, and I fear it comes across as my apathy.
  • Sucked my thumb until I was 13 years old. I used to worry (see... I told you that I worried too much) that I'd suck my thumb on my honeymoon. My mother and grandmother tried everything to get me stop -- made me wear gloves, painted icky stuff on my nail, had me sleep on my hands... you name it. To this day, I don't know what made me finally stop.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Caution: VERY Slippery When Wet

I run with my head down. I guess it reveals a lot about me.

Last week, I was running on what seemed like the hundredth rainy day in a row. I was on one of my usual routes -- a little trail that runs behind a housing development. My head was especially tucked down because the rain was coming at an angle right under my hat.

On the trail, there's a bridge that crosses a small creek. There's never water in the creek so I pretty much cross it oblivious to the fact that it's even a bridge. Until last week.

For some reason, I looked up and noticed a small note written on an index card, sealed in a baggie and tacked to the bridge rail. Even with my head down, it was in my line of vision:

Caution: VERY Slippery When Wet

As I crossed the bridge, I took extra care in making sure that I planted my feet and didn't land on my bum.

Out of curiosity, I turned back to check the rail on the other side of the bridge, to see if the note was there as well. Sure enough, an identical note appeared on the other side.

For some reason, I found myself mulling over these notes, and they brought me comfort as I finished up my 5 mile run in the pouring rain.

In my mind, I pictured someone (okay, it was an elderly man who looked like my grandfather) walking home from his morning walk, sitting at the kitchen table, pen in hand and writing a note.

Whoever wrote this note must have thought his or her plan through carefully. He or she had to make sure the note wasn't ruined in the rain and then how to post it. Tape? Nail?? Tack?!

I don't know why, but this little note, scrawled by someone I will never know, made my day. It occupied my thoughts as I climbed hill over hill, my head still down...

Wondering what other signs I've missed with my head down.

Wishing there were more signs along my paths, carefully written and tacked so I can see them.