Archive from September, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Bribery

Bribery

I actually finished Shirley and Jamila’s Big Fall a week or so ago; I’ve put off reviewing it until today, however, because my youngest has piano lessons on Fridays, and a new graphic novel–from the library, of course–is going to be today’s carrot to induce good behavior. (Once I review something, it’s too hard to keep it from my rabid graphic novel readers.) Is it weird that a bribe that costs no money feels like an acceptable incentive?

Anyway. Gillian Goerz’s previous ‘Shirley and Jamila’ book focused partly on relationships (friend/sibling/parent and child) and partly on Shirley’s detective work; Big Fall, on the other hand, felt first and foremost like a sly graphic novel tribute (almost a retelling?) to Sherlock Holmes. (Holmes lovers will recognize more than one scene or conversation as directly inspired by Doyle.) On the other hand, Goerz uses the case Shirley and Jamila are working on to examine what makes a friend and how different friendships work, making it a middle grade read with some depth as well as a thoroughly satisfying mystery. Graphic novel lovers, mystery readers, Holmes devotees, and middle graders with different kinds of friends should all enjoy this one.

In other news, my poor oldest had a miserable panic attack last night; thankfully, she still managed to get to bed at a reasonable time. (Not as early as she could have used, mind, but still reasonable.) I didn’t get any jam made yesterday, but I did empty a bin from my son’s room by winnowing my youngest daughter’s summer clothes. I also cancelled the chiropractor plans my two kiddos had, which will save us a bit of money we weren’t fully using every month. We’re living life over here, folks. We’re also looking forward to General Conference weekend, so if you want to be inspired and/or spiritually fed tomorrow and/or Sunday, tune in here. It’s a great way to welcome October!

Sep 28, 2023 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Back on the Wagon

Back on the Wagon

Yesterday did slip away from me, I admit–I kept meaning to post and then got distracted–but here I am this morning, reviewing my latest read-aloud with my 14-year-old. (I’m so glad she still wants to read with me!) I acquired Lila Quintero Weaver’s My Year in the Middle from a library sale some time ago because it looked so good, and apparently my girlie thought so too; I’ve been giving her 3-5 books to choose from every time we start something new, and last time, Middle won out.

The premise is autobiographical–both Lila and Lu, her protagonist, immigrated to the US from Latin America at a young age and grew up in a small town in Alabama. Lila remembers the music, the major news stories, and the day-to-day details that make up Lu’s world; beyond that, Lila doesn’t share. Lu’s middle position, however, is both literal and metaphorical; she is neither white nor black, and so she–along with 3 other students–sits in the middle row in class, with neither the white kids nor the black ones. (The other 3 students are white but with integrationist parents.) As the year progresses, however, the middle becomes a more and more difficult place to be. Former Governor Wallace (“Segregation forever!”) is running again, and Lu’s background status is threatened as her P.E. class begins a unit on running and she discovers both an affinity and an ability for it. When I was in junior high, my friends and I agreed together NOT to discuss abortion, as our differing views only led to arguments; Lu and her classmates, however, don’t exactly have the same luxury. Unlike abortion, civil rights and race relations in Alabama in 1970 involve daily choices about who to talk to, walk with, and befriend in school. How long can Lu remain in the middle row?

My Year in the Middle is full of music, expressions, and the realities of life in 1970; I spent some time Googling bits like “you bet your sweet bippy”. (Not that context clues didn’t make the meaning fairly obvious, but I kind of had to see the evidence to believe it was a real expression.) Lu’s worries, frustrations, and obstacles felt authentic to me–44-year-old mother that I am, yes–and I was thoroughly engaged in her story. The one thing I did notice is that the writing is a bit more journalistic than that in the average novel; given the intensity of the issues, the emotional aspect of the story feels a bit more restrained than I expected it to. The power of Lu’s experiences still shines through, however, making this a completely worthwhile read.

My copy is going in the bag of stuff for my sister.

Sep 25, 2023 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on It Was the SEPs!

It Was the SEPs!

That’s my story for why I missed all of last week, anyway. To be fair, SEPs (what I called parent/teacher conferences when I was a kid) for three different schools did take up a fair amount of after school time; add to that helping with the teachers’ meal at the elementary school, the current madness of Monday night piano lessons and group therapy, more jam making (of course), and no school on Friday, and you get an interesting week.

The GOOD news, of course, is that here I am! There may be more jam this week, but (after today, anyway) my days should be generally less busy. Which is good, really, because I finished three books last week–or rather, in the last week. (I finished a read-aloud with my 14-year-old yesterday.) I’m picking Jordan Sonnenblick’s The Boy Who Failed Dodgeball for today’s review for the highly scientific reason of proximity (yes, I can reach two of the three books without getting up, but I’d have to bend down for one of them), and so–here we go!

Remember how I loved The Boy Who Failed Show and Tell? Sonnenblick’s sequel detailing his 6th grade year is just as good. He manages to be both hilarious and relatable much of the time, but there is poignancy when you least expect it. He also captures the sheer mercuriality of 6th graders with a wry but compassionate empathy that I’m hoping my son, for one, will enjoy. If you’re looking for a book that covers dental mishaps, middle school band directors, Hebrew school, classmate fight etiquette, and stinky editions of Dicken, you’re in luck; if you’re looking for a middle grade book for boys that will make them laugh without relying on potty humor, don’t miss this one.

Hmmm. Was that a vague and slightly boring review? I think I must be out of practice…or it’s just the sort of book that’s hard to quantify without giving too much detail. It’s GOOD, however, and that’s what matters. Here’s to a productive week!

Sep 15, 2023 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Only a Month Late!

Only a Month Late!

I’ve found a graphic novel to give my 14-year-old for her birthday! Sure, her birthday was mid-August, but things were crazy then, and I only give her graphic novels I’ve read and approved. (To be clear–again–she reads all kinds of graphic novels checked out from the library or on Sora, but since she rereads the ones she owns more times than I can count, I made sure I only gift her graphic novels with a positive message and likable people. Because she’s going to spend a LOT of time with them.) After finishing Glitch I picked Frizzy for my next graphic novel and read the first page or two, but last night when I started to read it went by so fast that I ended up staying up a bit later than I should have and just finishing it. When I was done, it didn’t take me all that long to decide that yep–this is the one. I ordered it just now, and it’s coming on Monday.

The only reason I didn’t decide on it immediately is that it’s just a little on the short side (after all, my girlie is going to cruise through it in less than an hour). Ultimately, though, its message of self-worth and self-love, combined with some compassion for even the frustrating family members, won the day. My girlie may not have struggles with family members calling her hair bad, but I know she compares herself to others in ways that affect her sense of self-worth. Marlene’s journey to understanding, communication, and a new level of happiness is an inspiring one, and it makes me happy to think of my girls being along for the ride. Don’t miss this one!

Sep 14, 2023 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on For My Son

For My Son

My son–who turned 11 in July–is the least enthusiastic reader of all my kiddos; every so often he gets into his book enough to read on past his 20 minutes, but he’s also been known to stop reading with 7, 4, or (it literally happened) 1.5 pages left. (Who does that?!) Months ago, however, he told me about Sarah Graley’s Glitch–I assume he checked it out of the school library–and how good it was, and assured me that his 8- and 14-year-old sisters would really like it. Since then IT’S been sitting on my library shelf and HE’S been bugging me about not having read it and passed it on yet, and so guess what? I finished it last night.

Honestly, my first impression wasn’t great–I don’t like the art. Just because it isn’t my style, however, doesn’t mean it doesn’t convey the story well, and so on I read. And really, it wasn’t a hardship. Graley’s tale is fast-paced, interesting, and has the important conversations its resolution needed; it kept me reading right on through. It doesn’t try to make Izzy’s family–quite–realistic, but it still works, and video gamers should love the plot and its action. Gamers in general should enjoy this one, but it’s an especially good option for reluctant readers. I’ll let you know how my girls like this one!

Sep 14, 2023 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Jammin’

Jammin’

Yes, I missed both Monday and Wednesday, but I tell you what–the jam almost swallowed me up. After trying and loving both plain blackberry (seedless blackberry, that is) and blackberry-grape on Saturday, I went to Costco for more blackberries on Monday (because $1.89 for a 12 oz container!) and made all kinds of jam yesterday. TODAY, however, I’m taking at least a partial break from the jam craziness (because otherwise I really might scream) to review books I’ve managed to finish. Yay!

Andrea Wang showed up on my radar after her picture book Watercress was named a Newbery honor book; when I saw she also had a middle grade title that looked good, well, guess what showed up on my library shelf a short while later? Fast forward to last week, when I was looking for something I was in the mood to listen to, and since The Many Meanings of Meilan was available to borrow immediately on Libby, it was clearly time to dive in.

I will say that Meilan was not quite what I expected; on the other hand, it’s thought-provoking and empowering, so does it really matter? Meilan, after living her whole life in Boston with her extended family around her, finds herself suddenly moving (with her parents and widowed grandfather) to Ohio, and the difference is extreme. Her principal decides that it will be “better for everyone” if she goes by ‘Melanie’ at school, her (nice) assigned buddy has an identical twin who picks her to bully, her parents make her give up her cell phone because money is tight, and her cousin/best friend is now over a thousand miles away AND angry with her. On top of all of that, Meilan is in 7th grade, and the last Asian-American in her new school system graduated from high school the previous year. To survive while attempting to fulfill her parents’ expectations, she divides her name into its different meanings and chooses parts of herself to separate into depending on where she is. At school she is Mist, almost invisible; at home she is Basket, heavy with the weight of her responsibilities (both real and perceived); away from both places, she is Blue, able to be herself but still grieving over what she has lost.

Fortunately for all three, circumstances ultimately force her separate selves to merge again. As she battles a racist principal, helps her grandfather through his grief, and begins to work out a place and friends for herself, she finds that she is stronger when embracing all of her selves–and happier, too. Asian-American readers may find it especially meaningful, but The Many Meanings of Meilan speaks to anyone trying to make a place for him or herself in a new home, as well as anyone who has ever felt the sting of being an extreme minority in a group. This book is well worth your time.

Sep 8, 2023 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Important BUT…

Important BUT…

I finally finished my first 2023 Newbery on Wednesday–Andrea Beatriz Arango’s Iveliz Explains It All–and despite how long it took me to read, it was still an emotional experience. (Which tells you something about it right there, because it takes an extraordinary book to still be impactful when read over a long period of time.) My oldest daughter has been struggling with depression for the last year or more and my father has vascular dementia, so a story about a teenage girl dealing with depression whose grandmother with Alzheimer’s moves in with her family? It was guaranteed to pull at me. The need for Ive to get (and be willing to accept) the help she needed drove me throughout the reading of her story, and her journey is one that teens all over the country–I’d imagine all over the world–need to experience. Our struggling children need to know there is hope and to understand how and when to ask for help; those of us who love people who are struggling need as many resources as possible in order to know what to do to help them. This is a story that matters.

My one struggle with it, however, was the quantity of Spanish involved. I took enough Spanish in high school and college that I don’t need translations of simple phrases, and yet I found myself googling words and phrases frequently enough to slow my progress through the book. My struggling daughter is in AP Spanish right now and will likely do just fine; her 14-year-old sister, however, loves verse novels but hates feeling like she doesn’t know or understand what’s going on, and I have a hard time imagining her making it through Iveliz. (She hasn’t taken a language at all yet; she’s planning on French at some point.) It makes perfect sense for the Spanish to be there–Mimi has just moved from Puerto Rico, which is where Iveliz’s mami is from–but without translations included, I feel like the book is going to reach a smaller audience than it should.

On the other hand, I’ve spent some time wondering how the translations could be included without interrupting the flow of the story, and no easy solution is presenting itself. Asterisks interrupt, flipping to a back glossary interrupts even more, and adding English translations across from any Spanish phrases would certainly affect the look of the text, messing with the effect of the blank verse. The best solution I can come up with is including translations at the bottom of the page–like footnotes–in a separate line for each use of Spanish WITHOUT numbering them. (Because really, readers are mostly going to figure it out. Although Spanish words and phrases could be written in a slightly different font if translations are going to be included?) That would make the book a good deal longer, however, and do you include translations for even the one or two word instances? That would start to feel clunky.

Ultimately, Iveliz Explains It All is poignant and heart-wrenching and important and hopeful, and I’d recommend it to anyone struggling with depression–or grief. If you’re one who likes to know exact meanings when you read, however, make sure you keep Google Translate open!

Sep 6, 2023 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on Public Service Announcement for Today

Public Service Announcement for Today

So–if you get the Costco magazine and are intrigued by the ‘Oven-Roasted Ranch Carrots’ recipe from August, so was I, and we tried it today. I doubled everything but the oil, which I maybe one-and-a-halved (I didn’t measure exactly), and while I liked the flavor, they were oily. They also took decidedly longer getting tender than the recipe implied, which didn’t surprise me (350 for 25 minutes was never going to be enough unless the baby carrots were all skinny, which mine weren’t). My advice? Use less oil and regular carrots cut into sticks. Anybody else out there try them?

Sep 4, 2023 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on A Different Sort of Read-Aloud

A Different Sort of Read-Aloud

I’ve been buying cheap books whenever I can to donate to our school’s literacy night; the catch, of course, is that I want to read (or at least skim) most of them before they actually get donated. To that end, I gave my 8-year-old a choice between a couple of recently acquired books for our next read-aloud, and she went with Ulf Stark’s The Runaways. Published in English in 2019, it had a very European-ish feel; the author is Swedish, so I’m assuming it was written in his native language. (The title page, however, only included the original title. It didn’t name the original language, as far as I could tell–and it was, weirdly, at the end of the book.) Gottfried Jr. loves his big, cranky, foul-mouthed grandfather, and when Grandpa talks about how much he hates the hospital, they plan together to run away. Their adventure–right down to Gottfried Jr.’s confession to his father–doesn’t develop quite as I expected it to, but ultimately, there is a surprising degree of poignancy and ultimate understanding–at least, of the most important things.

It’s hard to accurately recommend a book that isn’t going to fit with most American kids’ expectations of how a story proceeds; on the other hand, it’s less than 130 pages (including multiple full-page illustrations) and yet provides plenty of material for discussion. I’d actually be tempted to teach this one.

On the homefront, the older girls had a cousin sleepover this weekend, but my youngest hasn’t been feeling well (she threw up last night, but only once), so it’s been a bit of a different experience all around. Still, thank goodness for cooler weather–bring on fall!

Sep 1, 2023 - Uncategorized    Comments Off on A Good Reason

A Good Reason

I clearly missed Wednesday–can you tell I’ve been aiming for Monday, Wednesday, and Friday posts?–but I did have a good reason. After collecting money and taking it to the bank for PTA Wednesday morning I had to book it to make it to my ‘diagnostic mammogram’ on time. That (and the ultrasound) took less time than they said it would, which was good (although I have to say, it’s completely bizarre to get an ultrasound on your breast). Even better was the ‘everything looks good’ outcome; apparently my dense breast tissue, about which I’ve now gotten multiple medical letters, just messed with the imaging.

Britt and I had planned to go out to lunch afterward–I think you deserve a nice lunch after a mammogram morning–and she ended up taking me out for my birthday to a Nepali place, which was fantastic. By the time I got home it was time to pick up kids, exercise, feed kids, etc., which took me past my ‘express myself coherently in writing’ deadline for school days. It happens, right? Today, however, I get to review Muckrakers: How Ida Tarbell, Upton Sinclair, and Lincoln Steffens Helped Expose Scandal, Inspire Reform, and Invent Investigative Journalism. (Which is a mouthful of a title by anyone’s definition, right?) I started reading it aloud to my 14-year-old, but she decided to bail, so I finished it by myself. (I can’t really blame her, to be honest–I still remember enough US history from high school to provide a level of context she didn’t have.) It was an interesting read with plenty of photographs and quotes from the period and the players; it felt brief to me, but then, it’s intended for middle graders, so that’s not shocking. Ultimately, it’s one that you should read if the title (which is a decently thorough summary of the premise) interests you or if you’re looking for research materials on relevant topics; if not, well–it’s up to you.

In other news, the kids and I spent a decent chunk of the morning cleaning out and organizing the shelves in the kitchen that hold coloring books and implements, school supplies, etc., and we have donations for my youngest’s teacher as well as some coloring books for my sister to offer to her grandkids. (Not to mention more space–wahoo!) It was satisfying!