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Feb 13, 2022 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on A Hoot and a Half

A Hoot and a Half

I generally read the books I gift to my kids at Christmas-time BEFORE I gift them; I made an exception for Mac Undercover (Mac B., Kid Spy #1) in 2020 because hey, MAC BARNETT, and because I was probably getting desperate for a good fit for my son. (If you haven’t read any of Barnett’s picture books, well–what are you waiting for?!) I noted quite a while ago that it was available in audio; last week I decided to take the plunge and listen to it, since I could use my son’s copy to view the plentiful illustrations afterwards. It was so much fun that I promptly borrowed the second one–that would be The Impossible Crime (Mac B., Kid Spy #2)–and finished listening to it yesterday. (I still have some illustrations to view, but I’m hoping to manage that before bed.) Folks–these are fabulous. They are fast-paced and hilarious with a generous sprinkling of random details about growing up in the 1980s (among other things), and Barnett himself narrates the audios. If you have an elementary school boy, give these books to him posthaste (an underused word!); ditto if you have an elementary school girl who likes spy stories. After all, what 3rd or 4th grader doesn’t want to daydream about the Queen of England calling him/her up to do her the favor of retrieving–or protecting–the crown jewels, with one of her corgis as company? In England, in Russia, in Ireland–Mac cracks me up everywhere!

Feb 11, 2022 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on A Birthday and a Book

A Birthday and a Book

Yesterday my youngest turned 7, folks. How did this happen? And while she was super excited about the color reveal Barbies, when I asked her what her favorite present was (as I was toweling her off after her shower), she gave me attitude and said that she knew what present she DIDN’T get…seriously. It was likely as much adrenaline crash as just being 7, but after a long day of birthday prep interrupted by carpool and SEPs, I was kind of grouchy about it. (I did point out to her that if she hadn’t used the Amazon gift card her grandma gave her for Christmas yet, she could get Pru and Chicalinda with that, and the lightbulb going off in her head was pretty fun to watch.)

Anyway. I honestly meant to review Monster Friends on the 9th, but with SEPs this week, I just didn’t have it in me. And frankly, it was odd–which is unsurprising, given that Crabapple Trouble is the author’s other book. At least one description I read mentioned that it was about a bunny, which is partly why I put it on hold at the library–my bunny-owning children being pretty much obsessed with all things bunny–but bunnies don’t morph their legs into wings and fly. (Hence the “monster” in Monster Friends.) In a way, it was a sweet sort of book–Reggie has turned recluse since a traumatic experience, but when Emily meets him, she won’t allow him to stay that way–but their world feels very haphazard, if you know what I mean. Honestly, it’s probably just aimed at a younger audience than I was expecting, despite the length (over 250 pages). I’ll keep you posted on my children’s opinions!

Feb 7, 2022 - Uncategorized    1 Comment

Go Read This Book!

Seriously, folks. Firoozeh Dumas’ It Ain’t So Awful, Falafel was SO good. Funny, poignant, painful, and heartwarming, Dumas’ semi-autobiographical middle grade novel is a portrait of what it was like to be Iranian in America in the late 1970s and early 1980s, during the Iran hostage crisis. (Also the rise of Khomeini–think Billy Joel singing “Ayatollah’s in Iran”.) Cindy–formerly known as Zomorod Yousefzadeh–has just moved from Compton to Newport Beach with her family and is set to reinvent herself with a Brady Bunch name. Between translating for her depressed mother, unenthusiastic participation in taarof, and starting at Lincoln Junior High, Cindy has a full plate; luckily, she manages to make some solid friends before the Iranian revolution, the hostage crisis, and the deterioration of US relations with Iran. The resultant anti-Iranian sentiment, however, threatens her family’s residence in America–but how can she return to a country that has stopped allowing women and girls to dress how they choose and become what they want to be?

How, indeed. Cindy’s situation is frighteningly NOT farfetched, and yet Dumas manages to balance the seriousness of it with her comedic approach to everyday details. I laughed out loud, I shuddered–I just about cried–and I googled the hostage crisis (which googling left me angry with my own country). We need ALL THE BOOKS that chronicle the immigrant experience in America, not to mention the complexity of lives lived between two worlds; It Ain’t So Awful, Falafel is a perfectly lovely example of both.

I’m pretty sure my 12-year-old is getting it for Christmas this year.

Feb 5, 2022 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Another Chicken Book

Another Chicken Book

I’ve had Prairie Evers checked out of the library forever–I think perhaps it was one of the chicken books mentioned in Unusual Chickens for the Exceptional Poultry Farmer–and it finally occurred to me that it would make a good read-aloud with my 12-year-old. We finished a week or two ago. (Wahoo!) Interestingly, while I really enjoyed it, I didn’t quite LOVE it, and I’m not sure why. Prairie is a likable character and the setting (in which she was more or less a fish out of water) worked just fine for me, while Ivy was completely likable and considerably sympathetic. Perhaps the writing style skewed younger than I was expecting? And now that I think of it, only a few characters were noticeably developed, and even those were not as skillfully drawn as they could have been–either too much telling and not enough showing, or perhaps just not enough of the minutiae that rounds out a picture. Still, you can’t help rooting for Prairie and Ivy, and it worked well as a read-aloud. You’ll have to tell me what YOU think…

In other news, my son’s basketball team tied their game today, which was infinitely better than last week (the slaughter rule came into play). My hubby and my mother-in-law got riled up during the game, which interested me but horrified our 12-year-old, so there you go. Have a good Saturday all!

Feb 3, 2022 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on The Rest of the World

The Rest of the World

I’m frequently too caught up with my own small affairs to spend time thinking about rest of the world; that’s not a great thing, you understand, but it’s true. I did know of the existence of the recent crisis in Syria, but I knew nothing of the specifics until I finally opted to listen to The Book Collectors: A Band of Syrian Rebels and the Stories that Carried Them Through a War. (Which caught my eye on Libby because of the title–of course.) Part of my listening process inevitably involved some Googling, in the which I learned a bit about Bashar al-Assad and his governing style (none of it good); the book itself gave me a daily picture of a town under siege. (It reminded me of The Cat I Never Named: A True Story of Love, War, and Survival, only with a far less satisfying conclusion.) Book Collectors also expresses a reverence for books, learning, history, and the act of witnessing that resonates with me, despite a certain looseness of structure. This isn’t a story with a terribly happy ending; neither, however, is it the end of “Glory”, where everybody’s dead. It’s simply a story about human beings struggling for both freedom and survival and what books and learning and ideals can do to help in that struggle. I generally prefer my nonfiction to be more tightly written; Book Collectors, however, is short enough for that to be less of an issue. This is an eminently worthwhile read, especially for those of us who do tend to concentrate on our own homes and communities; please let me know what you think.

Jan 31, 2022 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Cut Short–If You’ll Forgive the Pun

Cut Short–If You’ll Forgive the Pun

Yesterday, while chopping onions for dinner, I cut my finger with my (quite sharp and large) knife. It bled enough that when I got into the shower and the water hit the bandaid/tape on my finger it looked a bit like a watered down version of “Psycho” in there. I took off my bandaid to change it just now and decided to leave it off a bit and let the skin around the cut dry, but it’s therefore unprotected and I’m typing gingerly as a result. (Of course, if I’d left it on together with the tape around the outside, my finger would probably have been too big to hit one key at a time, so there’s that.) Hence, my review of Gone Crazy in Alabama is going to be shorter than I’d planned when I finished it; on the other hand, the cut hurts less today than I was afraid it would, given that the knife cut through the top part of my fingernail.

Short version, then. Gone Crazy is the third novel about the Gaither sisters, and after each I’ve been torn between ‘that’s a solid and well-written story’ and ‘but the adults want to be so much more likable!’. Cecile is always frustrating, and in this third book her journey to Alabama and stance once she gets there clash with her maternal legacy of abandonment and complete lack of nurturing. (f one considers her background, I suppose it doesn’t NOT make sense, but as a parent and teacher, it still makes me crazy.) Pa irritates me as well, although I suppose he’s a product of his time, and Big Ma makes me nuts in a different way. As for Ma Charles and Miss Trotter, well–there’s plenty of dysfunction here to go around. I can’t really speak to whether this is an accurate picture of African-American culture and family life in the late ’60s; it may well be. (If the responsibility placed on Delphine is a product of that, than that is what it is, although that bothers me as well.) For me, the Gaither sisters trilogy is compelling but frequently frustrating and/or upsetting, especially as a parent; I’d be interested to know what its target audience thinks. As for you–you’ll have to make up your own minds about this one! And that, I’m afraid, is that; as book it probably deserves a bit more from a review, but I’m trying not to push my finger. Have a lovely afternoon!

Jan 27, 2022 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Braces, Belated Cards, and a Book Review

Braces, Belated Cards, and a Book Review

So…my 12-year-old got braces yesterday. Only UNLIKE me or her older sister, she got a palate expander, and not only do I have to turn the thing twice a day for a week, well–her efforts to eat make her older sister’s troubles with her bumpers look like child’s play. (The 12-year-old also has bumpers, by the way.) Luckily, she seems to be doing slightly better today than last night…although while the rest of us had leftovers, she heated up a can of baked beans and blended it with the hand blender for dinner. (To be fair, there WAS last night’s soup. She like the idea of the baked beans better, and tonight I let her make that choice.)

In other news, I got my friend Britt to help me work on my belated Christmas cards today. (And by help, I mean she sat at her computer with my Facebook open and messaged person after person to see if their addresses were current, while I stamped and addressed cards and wrote “Better late than never” on the back.) As ridiculous as this might seem–it being January 27th and all–it was a huge relief, because I don’t want to lose touch with my RI friends and family, but once we started swapping beds in bedrooms the week before Christmas, any other card activity pretty much went out the window. I’m actually excited to address more tonight, since I have quite a few new FB messages!

Anyway. Lastly–because my alarm just went off to turn the thing on the palate extender and then I need to shower my 6-year-old–I finished Remy Lai’s Pawcasso this week, and I ended up enjoying it more than I thought I might. I’ve always hated the “I lied and then got caught in the lie and let it snowball rather than telling the truth” sort of plot, but the leash law conflict distracted me from that some, and it resolved rather well. The human relationships in the book aren’t fleshed out as well as the varying dog perspectives are, but that seems intentional to me. Jo’s actions also do make sense given her family and friend struggles, even if watching the consequences unfold is like watching a train wreck. MY favorite part of Pawcasso, however, is the differing but fairly represented views on dogs, their leashes (or lack thereof), and what people should and should not be able to do and expect about dogs. (It’s an issue worth exploring, because both sides have valid points.) I’d be interested to know what you think!

Jan 23, 2022 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Birthdays and Rob Buyea

Birthdays and Rob Buyea

Today is my Dad’s 80th birthday, which feels a little crazy. It’s also my friend Kim’s birthday, my friend-who’s-now-in-heaven Lisa’s birthday, and my friend Bethanne’s birthday. Oddly enough, I don’t have any friends who share my Mom’s birthday…

Anyway. I’ve been bad about bedtimes and am DETERMINED to be better tonight, so here’s my review without further ado. You know how Rob Buyea’s “Mr. Terupt” books make you cry? And how his “Perfect” series does, too? Well–don’t expect anything different with his new standalone, What Comes Next. In it, 12-year-old Thea is still (silently) reeling from her best friend’s death; her whole family worries about her, but it isn’t until Jack-Jack the puppy makes a purposeful entrance into her life that she begins to find her way through her grief. Thea is relatable, Jack-Jack is fabulous even if (like me) you don’t actually LIKE dogs, and their journey made me laugh out loud AND cry, which is par for the course with Buyea. My 12-year-old says she wants to read it even though her classmate’s recent death made me wonder, so we’ll see how she does; you, however, should definitely check it out.

And now, to bed! Or least, to the process of going to bed…

Jan 19, 2022 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Another Graphic Novel for My Soon-To-Be-Braces-Wearing 12YO

Another Graphic Novel for My Soon-To-Be-Braces-Wearing 12YO

Okay, that was an impressively long title, but that 12-year-old a)got a date for braces TODAY and b)actually found Besties: Work It Out at the library all by her lonesome. (Not that it wasn’t inevitable–she can sniff out a graphic novel from miles away, and given that Besties is from the world of (and is co-authored by the author of) Click, well…she was going to find it.) Anyway.

My girlie actually got it from the library before Christmas, but I was too busy auditioning graphic novels for her Christmas present to get to it until now. (Because I get to read things first if I want to–because I’m Mom.) I’ll be honest–I’ve read all of Kayla Miller’s Click novels and I don’t have much memory of Beth or Chanda; Besties is separate enough, however, that it didn’t matter. It was nice to read a middle grade book focusing on a solid, not-in-any-danger friendship for a change; Beth and Chanda’s sometimes poor choices made me crazy, but the book sent a message that ought to satisfy both parents and kids. For both pet lovers and readers wanting more responsibility but still sometimes making childlike choices, this should resonate; I’m expecting my 12-year-old to love it.

And by the way, if this review feels fragmented, I wrote it with my family finishing dinner in the background. There were distractions.

Jan 15, 2022 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Every Other Odd

Every Other Odd

That seems to be my new thing, folks, and so I think I’ll embrace it for the moment! In the meantime, we just got home from my son’s second basketball game, and I am SO proud of him. His team didn’t win–in fact, they lost 24-12–but it was 11-0 before they made any points at all, and it was a beautiful thing to see them learn and adapt and improve on the court, as they were playing. I’m also a fan of his coach, who is positive and encouraging while also getting down to business and up front about what the kids need to be told (including “you need to be listening while I’m talking”, because 4th grade boys). I am NOT a fan of 8:30 in the morning games that involve him being there at 8, but they rotate–last week was 9:30 and I think next week is 10:30, so it is what it is. It was worse this morning for two reasons–the first being that my poor hubby is sick and his level of coughing just before 5 this morning meant we were BOTH wide awake then, and the second being my recent even-poorer-than-usual bedtime choices, because I am SERIOUSLY struggling in this regard.

The best thing that can be said for last night’s post-midnight bedtime, perhaps, is that I stayed up 10 minutes or so past when I told myself I would because I was SO very close to finishing Kyle’s Little Sister, and ANY graphic novel I can pass on to my 12-year-old makes her day. (And her day could use some making, because she’s still down in the dumps over this coming week being distance learning because of Covid numbers. Not only does she hate, loathe, despise, and abominate distance learning, but it’s also the first week of the new quarter, which means brand new classes starting virtually instead of in person, INCLUDING HER DANCE CLASS.) I went ahead and finished it, of course, because I was just too close NOT to, and overall it was a solid middle grade graphic novel. The art wasn’t my favorite, trending toward manga style when I’m more of a Telgemeier/Jamieson kind of girl, but Grace’s sibling and friend struggles are relatable, and while it takes her longer than I would have liked to step up and do the right thing in one particular situation, the book deals with that in a realistic, growth-y kind of way. (Yeah, not a word, don’t care today.) Kyle’s Little Sister focuses on the kind of relationship struggles (sibling and friend) that affect middle graders everywhere, so it’s solidly worth your time. We’ll see how much my 12-year-old loves it!

One thing, as an afterthought–I did find the directed bubbles vs. non-directed speech bubbles vs. complete lack of speech bubbles a bit confusing. The last was probably thoughts, but that wasn’t clear to me at first, and as for the rest, I wasn’t always sure. Let me know how much it bothers you…

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