I've fired up a book blog over on planet Wordpress. Right now I'm recycling the summer reviews from below, but soon - very soon- we will have some new content. Come on over to TALKING TREES!
I've fired up a book blog over on planet Wordpress. Right now I'm recycling the summer reviews from below, but soon - very soon- we will have some new content. Come on over to TALKING TREES!
of my summer reading adventures:
You can check out the complete list on the sidebar. Sadly, I didn't write a review of each book. (I had the best intentions. Really, I did.) I made a point of choosing various titles and genres. I was looking for the old school summer reading list thrills.
Listed below are the reviews I posted throught out the summer.
Sailing Between the Stars by Steven James
Where The Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak
Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters
Thanks again to Mark for leading our reading circle. It was fun. :)
Masters does not romanticize the
lives of
Some of my favorites are Margaret Fuller Slack, Lucinda Matlock, Fiddler Jones, Franklin Jones, Barney Hainsfeather.
"My heart is afraid that it will
have to suffer," the boy confides to the alchemist one night as they look
up at a moonless night.
"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself," the alchemist replies. "And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity."
This tale is filled with beautiful spiritual truths, themes we teach our children and strive to live every day. Woven in a tapestry of adventure, we find dedication to a commitment, diverse cultures, a healthy respect for nature and the universal language.
Fleur Pillager sets out to avenge the theft of her land. She takes her mother’s name, Four Souls. She becomes the laundress in the family home of the land baron who robbed her family. She cures the ailing mogul, because she wants him healthy and strong minded when she kills him. In her close contact with Mauer, she seduces and is seduced by him.
The most fascinating aspect of this narrative is the fact that Four Souls does not tell her own story. Nanapush, an elder tribesman and Polly, the genteel sister-in-law of the land baron narrate Four Souls’ turn from assassin to lady of the house. Readers are kept at a safe distance by seeing the story unfold through another character’s eyes, yet we know the very depths of Four Souls’ heart. It is as if we cannot come any closer, first person, without being scarred as Four Souls’ is.
This story is a raw representation of one of the greatest misdeeds done to Native Americans. In forcing Indians to defend their land, white men taught the natives to see the land as a possession to be bought and sold.
and he sailed off through night and day
and in and out of weeks
and almost over a year
to where the wild things are
~Maurice Sendak
In only 338 words Sendak takes on a journey from our hero's room across the ocean to the Island of the Wild Things and back home again.
Max makes mischief. He says to his mother, "I'll eat you up!" She sends him to his room without supper. And Max's (and our) adventure begins. Max's room becomes a forest. The walls disappear and his bed becomes a boat. He sails to The Island of The Wild Things, where he tames the beasts by looking into their yellow eyes without blinking once and becomes their king. Max leads them in their wild rumpus, then sends them to bed without their supper.
Max becomes lonely and wants to be where someone loves him best of all. He sails off through night and day and in out of weeks and alomost over a year back home, where he finds his supper waiting for him. And it was still hot.
Max taught a generation of kids how to deal with the conflict and rage. The Wild Things really are the anxiety and pleasure and immense problems of being a small child. The Wild Things grow larger and larger as the story progresses, but Max learns how to be open about his anger and find a resolution.
These are lessons we could all learn, at any age.
I am a mystery, wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in an enigma, wrapped in a Twinkie.
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