The Wilder Life by Wendy McClure

I have mixed feelings about The Wilder Life, a book-geek memoir written by Wendy McClure about her adult obsession to return to “Laura World” and recapture that elusive feeling she felt as a child reading the Little House on the Prairie books for the first time.  Mostly this involves visiting the Laura sites and experiencing what she could of Laura’s world (i.e. churning butter, making hay twists, etc.).  I’m a fairly devoted Little House fan, and I’ve happily passed my love for the series down to my girls.  In fact, I have had my own instances of Laura-adoration, including dressing up as her for an author fair in fifth grade, detouring off our  pre-planned route west on a trip to Yellowstone back in 2003 just so I could visit De Smet, S.D., and lots and lots of blog posts detailing the books’ influence on my girls’ young lives.    A couple of things about The Wilder Life, as much as I could relate to it at times, drove me a bit nuts.  The biggest issue I took with it is its meandering style.  McClure doesn’t start at point A and arrive at point B in any clearly logical fashion; in fact, it’s not unusual to start at A and end, somehow, back at Q, by going in reverse.  Although I didn’t expect this book to be a research article, she does include quite a bit of expert opinion and literary analysis (which I mostly enjoyed, an unfortunate sexualized analysis of a scene in one of the books notwithstanding).  It’s just that I often couldn’t really get a firm grasp in my mind on which book she was discussing or which site she was visiting.  I ended up seeing her experiences as one big, jumbled mush, especially the ones on the prairie.  The other thing is, and this one probably goes without saying (especially if the profanity-related statistics in this post on McClure’s blog are any indication), I just didn’t like her tone and voice all that much.  (The fact that she includes the statistics on her blog post is probably as indicative of her attitude as anything I can explain here.)  The word I’ve seen used most to describe the book is “irreverent,” and though I’d never doubt McClure’s affinity for all thing Laura Ingalls Wilder, I just don’t care for her attitude toward it all. 

What kept me reading a book that I had such a major gripe with?  I don’t really know.  Maybe it’s because I dearly love visiting museums and historical sites, so McClure’s trek across the upper midwest was like a long roadtrip I got to vicariously experience.  I also learned things I didn’t know or had forgotten.  The biggest one of these is that another Little House on the Prairie movie, produced by Disney, was released in 2005.  How did I miss this?  (Oh, I remember.  I had a newborn and a toddler at the end of 2005, and I hadn’t discovered the world of blogs!)  Of course, I’m (almost) always a fan of the book over the movie, but the LHotP  television series played a part in my childhood, and yes, I still like it.  :-)   I’d like to track down the 2005 movie some day.  The other thing that reading The Wilder Life helped me remember is just how complicated Rose Wilder Lane’s relationship with her parents was.  I didn’t remember all that when I read and reviewed Let the Hurricane Roar, and while I really like to let works stand on their own merits, I can’t help but wonder if I would’ve felt the same way about it had I read The Wilder Life first.

The bottom line?  This book seemed a little over-the-top for even me, a person who, for the love of Anne Shirley, traveled to Prince Edward Island (and on her honeymoon, no less).  It felt to me like McClure was on some existential quest for the Ingalls family to answer all the big questions in her life, but she was still a bit snarky about it.  If you like that kind of humor, you might like this book.  Just don’t expect it to really give any definitive answers about, well, anything.  (Riverhead Books, 2011)

Reviews elsewhere:

Across the Page

Stray Thoughts

5 Minutes for Books

**Special thanks to Janet who passed her copy of the book along to me.  Although my review of it is mixed, my esteem for Janet is not.  :-)

The Laura Ingalls Wilder Reading ChallengeI read this book for Barbara’s LIW Challenge which ends today.  Click over to read more reviews and thoughts on all things LIW. 

February 2012 Nightstand

Since last month’s Nightstand post, here’s what I’ve read:

I didn’t actually read every word of Organized Simplicity because when I got to the bit about actually putting the philosophy into practice through cleaning and decluttering, I realized that I didn’t have time to do it then.  :-( However, I wanted to note it here because it’s a great, simple (of course!), motivational book that I hope to come back to soon.  I read Mindset for Moms quickly, but I’ve started back over, meditating on the points and trying to put some of them into practice.  I highly recommend both of these books, as well as the blogs Simple Mom, Steady Mom, and Simple Homeschool (well, all the Simple blogs, really), which are the authors’ online homes.  {And that’s possibly all the review of those two books I’ll do here!  :-) }

My girls and I (and we usually include the DLM, too, but I’m not sure he appreciates it ;-) ) finished up a couple of chapter books in the past month, too:

I started a new little bloggy thing here at the beginning of the year, and I thought it would be fun to include it in my Nightstand posts.  I started taking a picture of (most of) the books the girls and I read each week and blogging the picture in a This Week in Books post.  This is a collage of this month’s pictures:

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Pretty neat, huh?

This month we also finished up the Armchair Cybils challenge and I started a new bloggy project in honor of my birthday. It has been a bookish month!

I have a few books I hope to get to next month.  I’m currently reading Enemies of the Heart by Andy Stanley, a birthday gift from my dear mother-in-law that she says is a must-read.  I hope I can finally get to Lit!:  A Christian’s Guide to Reading Books by Tony Reinke.  Reading to Know - Book ClubI also hope to muster up enough brain cells, attention, and time to read The Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan for the Reading to Know Bookclub.  I’m also intrigued by this read-aloud at Book Club Girl.  Although I’m unfamiliar with the Bess Crawford mysteries, Elizabeth got my attention with her post at 5 Minutes for Books about the series by mentioning Downton Abbey, which is the first television show I’ve watched in a long, long, long time.  I’m hooked.  :-)

What a blessing to is to have so many excellent books available to me and the time and interest to pursue them!  :-)

What’s on your nightstand this month?

February birdwatching

One of my great disappointments of last week is that we didn’t participate in the Great Backyard Bird Count.  Steady Eddie and I went out of town overnight the weekend before, and coming off a busy weekend I just didn’t have my ducks in a row (ha!) enough to do it with the girls.  Plus, every time we looked out at our birdfeeders, we never saw a single bird, which is unusual.  It’s almost like they knew we wanted to count them.  ;-)   However, we are growing more and more aware of our feathered friends, and I love it.  Steady Eddie even bought me a little pair of binoculars for Valentine’s Day.  (Yes, he is the greatest husband ever!) 

These are some of our frequent feeder visitors:

 

When we got home from a picnic at the park this afternoon, a little fellow serenaded us from high up in a neighbor’s budding tree:

I’m slowly learning the identities of our friends.  I’d like to purchase a poster of common feeder birds to hang somewhere by one of our windows.  Any suggestions?

Back in the saddle again + a fabulous field trip

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It has been a whirlwind week of returning to routine, only to throw routine to the wind once again and take a two-day road trip that culminated in a fantastic field trip.  All this after a week off the week of Valentine’s Day and a weekend getaway sans children for Steady Eddie and me.  The week off didn’t go as I expected (do they ever?), and my feelings about it have run the gamut from why bother with a scheduled week off every six weeks when they are so unproductive (for me)? to maybe I need to rethink how I approach these weeks off and go in with lower expectations and more of a plan for the children.  The jury’s still out on how this will affect the future.  Our plan going into this school year was to work for six weeks and take the seventh week off.  Our first off week took us to Disney World (which actually ended up being two off weeks) and the second off week was around Christmas (two weeks again), so this was the first off week in which we had nothing planned.  Part of me thinks with my over-achieving personality I’d be better off just taking off unplanned days as we need them; the other part thinks it’s good to plan in some down-time, if I can truly look at it that way.  Do you take week-long breaks during the school year?  What do those weeks look like?

All things considered, our back-in-the-saddle week was a good one.  Here’s a little peek into it:

1.  On Monday Steady Eddie was off work, and it was nice to have him hang out with us, observe our school day, and help corral the DLM.  The local public schools were out for President’s Day, so my sister called and invited us to eat lunch with her and my nephew at our favorite Chinese restaurant.  We couldn’t turn her down.  :-)   That’s the DLM and Louise, gazing longingly into the goldfish pond at the restaurant.  I love that homeschooling gives us the freedom to have a more seamless life!

2.  Steady Eddie was once again my Science Hero this week as he led the girls in an interesting investigation of solutions.  They love that it ended up with a drinkable product, something they never have at home:  Kool-Aid!  I love that they now know the meanings of the words solvent and solute and have the minibooks to prove it.  :-)   (Of course, their lesson was a little more in-depth than that, but those are the high points.)

3.  Lulu pulled out the dictionary this week to look up how to divide words at the ends of lines for one of her narration lessons.  I love fitting in skills like this in real-life situations. (WWE week 21 days 1-3)

4.  The DLM made lots and lots of messes this week.  Number four is just one of them.  He also discovered the word No this week as a preferred response to almost any question, and he perfected the shoulder shrug.  If you’ve never seen a twenty month old shrug his shoulders when you ask him a question, (etiquette aside) it’s just about the cutest thing ever.

5.  We broke out level two of All About Spelling this week and Lulu reviewed open and closed syllables and added some new spelling rules to her repertoire.  I really, really like this curriculum. (AAS level two steps 1 and 2)

6.  I took a bit of time this week to just do something with my girls.  When they asked if we could put together a puzzle together, I said yes.  I said yes!  We didn’t finish the puzzle, but I am so glad I ignored the to-dos and simply said yes.

7.  RightStart level C (lessons 83-84) took us back into the world of arithmetic this week and away from geometry for a while.  I can’t help but say that I’m glad!  Lulu caught on quickly to adding multi-digit numbers in a column and even enjoyed it.  We had a rough few math days, though, over a lesson that involved figuring out the number of dimes and pennies in a monetary amount (and vice-versa).  It’s all about place value, of course.  I think a more hands-on approach and possibly some living math books would be helpful. Any suggestions?

8.  We left our well-traveled path of Medieval history this week for a simple, straightforward biographical study of George Washington Carver in preparation for the week’s field trip.  I’m particularly proud of that notebooking page up there because Lulu did it all by herself.  Well, I read aloud from the biography (and she had already read a {fictionalized?} children’s biography herself as her required reading for the week) and asked her questions to draw out the salient points in the information a lá Writing with Ease.  I didn’t correct it much; I just pointed out some punctuation problems in the last bit to her and worked with her to fix it.  I didn’t correct her spelling at all.  It is amazing to me that she has gone from a child who never wanted to write anything to one who actually prefers to write her own narrations.  I’ve been encouraged to re-start my pursuit of formal notebooking after reading this spotlight post at the Notebooking Fairy.  I’ve long been a reader of Daisy’s blog and have been impressed with the quality of work her children produce, especially in their notebooking pages.  This is the way I envision school working around here, and I am actively taking steps to make it a reality in our homeschool now that the girls are getting old enough to really do this.

As far as history goes, though, I’m sort of at a loss.  We’ve all but decided to join a newly-forming Classical Conversations group that’s starting in our area next year, so we’ll start over again with the ancients in history.  I see no real pressing need to continue on with our Middle Ages study, and I was really floundering with it anyway. I’m half-way tempted to just go with biographical studies of interesting people for the rest of the year; my girls would love that.  And I think why not?

9.  Our week culminated in my birthday (well, on Thursday) and a road trip with Steady Eddie and the girls to the south-central part of the state.  Steady Eddie had been asked to help judge in a state-wide, highly prestigious high school science paper reading competition hosted this year by Tuskegee University (a different state university hosts each year).  This is a competition which he once had his students participate in and one which nets the winners big scholarship bucks.  I’m usually kind of at a loss at these events, surrounded by savvy public and private schooled students.  At the banquet Thursday night, our party of four was already seated, plus one of Steady Eddie’s colleagues, leaving three empty seats.  Who should sit down in those three empty seats but the lone homeschooled student who was up for the scholarship award and accompanied by his father and teacher.  (From what I can gather, he actually participates in a once-a-week chemistry class at a homeschool co-op {?}.  As his teacher said, it’s as close to private school as one can get and still be homeschooled.  Still.  I’ll take it.)  The young man had re-built a gas-powered truck to function as an electric vehicle.  Wow.  I guess seeing a homeschooled student in a setting like this, among the brightest lights in our state, helped me realize that yes, we can do this, too.  (Am I the only one who needs reminding about this?)

Of course, my homeschooling mother angst has nothing to do with our field trip, does it?  I actually consider the whole thing a field trip–the girls devoured the audiobook of Black Beauty on the way day.  (We downloaded the one from LibriVox, but we actually found the title via Books Should Be Free.  I like the way it’s organized much better than LibriVox.)  They behaved beautifully at the two-hour long banquet.  They walked all over campus with me, which is something I dearly love to do.  It takes me back to my days as a high school student on field trips that involved finding my way around college campuses across the state.  I just like to do this, and it was a bonus for me to be doing it with my girls.  The real high point of trip, though, was our time spent at the George Washington Carver museum which is located on campus at Tuskegee.  It was wonderful.  It will get its own blog post sometime in the near future, I hope.  :-)

Of course our week also included lots of reading, the beginning of a new math curriculum (RightStart B) for Louise, and the chanting of prepositions.  :-)   Louise is getting to be quite the reader, too!

I’ve been inspired by this post at Miss A La Mode this week to figure out how to “pay” myself for what I’m doing.  As someone who is easily overwhelmed, I think her advice is wise and timely and (believe it or not) not at all luxurious and self-indulgent.  We are the engine that runs the homeschool machine, mamas, and if we don’t take care of ourselves, it will crash and burn.  What do you think?

I’ll end this ramble with a little funny.  We’re getting cranked back up on our memory work (We started memorizing the hymn “Eternal Father, Strong to Save,” but we haven’t settled on the other stuff yet.)  While talking about poetry, Lulu shared her judgment of the revered Robert Louis Stevenson’s stuff:  “I hate poems by Robert Louis Stevenson.  They’re too poemish.”  Is there any hope that this girl will love poetry like her mama does one day?  Only time will tell. . . :-)

Have a relaxing weekend, friends!

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This Week in Books

It seems like the week gets away from me before I read enough picture books to my girls each week.  I need to make a more concerted effort to do this.  Lulu’s assigned book this week was George Carver from the Childhood of Famous Americans series, and I read parts of a couple of biographies about George Washington Carver to the girls.  (More on GWC later!)  Louise found (hurray!) and finished Aunt Eater Loves a Mystery and got really close to finishing Maybelle Goes to Tea.  Our new chapter book read-aloud is Little Britches, which is an out-of-the-ballpark success so far.  I finished and reviewed Let the Hurricane Roar.  I’m still working on The Wilder Life, and I’ve barely started a YA pick I got off the new shelf at the library–Dead Reckoning.

Have you had a bookish week?

(February 17-22, 2012)

Read Aloud Thursday–Adam of the Road Elizabeth Janet Gray (and a few more Medieval selections)

My girls and I finally finished the chapter book read-aloud that we started right after Christmas (I think?), Adam of the Road by Elizabeth Janet Gray, and what a good time we had with it!  Winner of the 1943 Newbery Medal, Adam of the Road is the story of Adam the minstrel’s son and his adventures as he travels about the English countryside.  Adam is a likable fellow, very warmhearted and loving, and we couldn’t help but grow to love him and root for him as he searches for his father and his dog, Nick.  What I like most about this story is that it very unobtrusively presents many, many facets of Medieval life.  From life in a castle among the nobility to the wandering life of a minstrel and almost everything in between, we get a taste of what life was like for the people of the Middle Ages.  In this regard it reminds me a bit of Hans Brinker (linked to my review), but the lessons are much more palatable in Adam of the Road.  Simple but lovely word pictures abound in this story:

Adam hesitated.  Then he told the story.  He exaggerated it a little.  He played the sour notes on his harp and he made them sound even worse than they really had.  The young squire, who had been looking rather unhappy, threw back his head and shouted with laughter.  Adam threw back his head too and laughed, strangely eased of his pain.  For the first time in his life he had played the part of an oyster.  He had taken the bit of grit that was scratching him and made something of it that was comfortable to him and pleasing to someone outside.  He had made a valuable discovery, but he did not know it at the moment; he only knew that he felt happy again, and he wagged his head a little.  (63)

I also really like that Roger, Adam’s father, is a very skilled and passionate minstrel, and he passes his love for his vocation on to his son.  During his travels, Adam falls in with a family of minstrels whose standard for minstrelsy is much lower than Roger’s; they ” ‘give people what they want,’ ” and Adam notices the difference:

At first that sounded like what Roger used to say.  “A minstrel must fit his tale to his listeners,” but when Adam thought it over he decided that it was quite different.  Roger told tales that fitted the good in people, tales about courage and danger and adventure and love.  (238)

I love that “Roger told tales that fitted the good in people.”  I think the best stories do that.

My girls were quite taken in by this story and usually begged for just one more chapter each time our read-aloud session came to an end.  They also drew several comparisons between it and another Newbery winner, The Door in the Wall by Margaret De Angeli.  This is one I read, reviewed, and loved a couple of years ago, and since then I have had Lulu read it and both girls have listened to it numerous times in audio.  I also have to mention that the version of Adam of the Road that we read is the one pictured below, not the one linked above.  I think the Robert Lawson’s playful illustrations make hunting out this particular edition worthwhile.

 

Another Medieval read-aloud we have shared in the past few weeks is Castle by David Macaulay.  Winner of a 1978 Caldecott honor, Castle is the fictional tale of the building of a castle in Wales.  More informational than plot-driven, this black-and-white picture book gives a detailed description of how the castle is built from below ground and up.  Obviously, David Macaulay‘s line drawings are amazing.  I honestly think this one might best be read individually so that the reader can sit and soak up the description, flip back to the glossary to learn the meaning of a technical term or two, and study the drawings.  As it was we read it over several days, stopping when I felt my brain couldn’t take any more description (or the DLM demanded my attention, or both).  I do not visualize things easily, so perhaps I am playing to my own weakness here; Louise actually recognized the word portcullis (and not just the word, but what it is) from her careful studying and reading-what-she-could-by-herself of You Wouldn’t Want to Live in a Medieval Castle, so I offer it as a companion to these other stories.  I don’t particularly like to read the very visually complicated You Wouldn’t Want to. . . books, but they’re good ones, and the kids generally really like them.


I’m linking this post up to this month’s Award Winning Books Reading Challenge at Gathering Books.

Happy Read Aloud Thursday!



In honor of my 38th birthday. . .

Sweet cake we had for my birthday celebration hosted by my dear mother-in-"love" last night. The candles do indeed read "38." :-)

In honor of my thirty-eighth birthday tomorrow, I’m revealing a little project I’ve been itching to accomplish here at Hope Is the Word. :-)  I’m sure this won’t be accomplished overnight, but I’ve gotten started on it today.  Here it is: I’m going to catalog as many of my juvenile and young adult book reviews by state for easy reference.  Every one of the books cataloged won’t necessarily have a strong sense of place; I also can’t know the setting of every book based on my reviews.  However, I’m counting on the fact that I likely noted in my reviews the settings of the books with the strongest sense of place.  My list is up there on the tabbed section in the top matter of my blog.  It’s pretty sparse now, but I plan to work on it as I have time.  So far I’ve gone through three month’s worth of blog posts and have found reviews of books set in New York and Montana. 

As a birthday present to me, would you mind leaving me a comment and telling me your favorite (or any, for that matter) juvenile or young adult title you’ve read that is set in your state?  I know I have a lot of holes in my list, so I’d like some recommendations.  I’ll get started by recommending Leaving Gee’s Bend as a great middle grade story that is set in Alabama (linked to my review).  Granted, it’s not necessarily (thankfully!) representative of Alabama today, but it’s a great story.  Suggestions, anyone?

(Oh, and for my birthday last year I blogged 37 books I have loved, if anyone missed it.  It was fun coming up with that last!)

Let the Hurricane Roar by Rose Wilder Lane

Let the Hurricane Roar by Rose Wilder Lane is the story of a young couple, Charles and Caroline, as they struggle to survive their first year on the prairie.  Very young and in love, they face whatever hardships come their way with determination, confidence in themselves and each other, and pride.  Together they experience leaving their birth families (forever?), the birth of their first child, the making of their first home in a soddy, planning and dreaming about their future home together, a devastating loss when a horde of grasshoppers consumes their wheat crop, and finally, a period of separation when Charles must return east to look for work while Caroline remains behind to hold their claim.  The thought running through my mind while reading this was that there is no way I could stand up to all the challenges that Caroline, a couple of decades younger than I, faced.  No way.  I’d collapse under the stress the first week day, I’m afraid.  I’m really not sure what made the pioneers so strong, other than necessity.  Well, that, and life was just harder all the way around then.  Still, though, some of them did break under the strain; reading Giants in the Earth disabused me of the notion that every pioneer survived their ordeals with aplomb.  (You can read my thoughts about Giants in the Earth here.  This was one of my first reviews on my blog, and I like to think I’ve improved since then.  :-) )

The second and more powerful thing that impressed me about Let the Hurricane Roar is what a powerful picture of married love it presents.  This is a true romance, one that I would hand over without hesitation to anyone who even remotely enjoys the genre.  (For the record, romance ranks somewhere above horror stories and supernatural thrillers but below almost everything else in my list of favorites, but I really do like this one.)  The thing that turns me off to romance–the sappiness–is almost entirely absent in this story, in my opinion.  In fact, Lane writes with a very restrained hand; the tone is one of almost objective observation rather than involved emotion.  While I can certainly appreciate how forlorn Caroline feels at time without Charles (and rightly so!  I mean, this young woman is surviving on her own with a baby in a soddy in the middle of a blizzard!), I never felt like my emotions were being manipulated, and I appreciate that very much. 

Although Lane‘s tone is subdued, this doesn’t detract from the overall style with which she describes the lives of the settlers.  Here are a few snippets I particularly like:

On Sundays they did not work, and Charles played only hymns.  It was splendid to see and hear him, roaring out his favorite to the wind that howled in the stovepipe.  Then Caroline read to him.  Charles was a slow reader, but he liked to listen while Caroline read aloud.  She read the Bible, and she read Tennyson’s Poems.  That winter she read the green-and-gilt book from cover to cover.  It made their life even more rich and beautiful.  (17)

Kneeling by the bunk, she squeezed [the baby's] wriggling body between her raw hands, she rolled and tumbled him and buried her rough face in his softness, in the warm perfume of his baby body  His fist tugged painfully at her hair and she laughed, teasing his nose with the loosened ends.  She had begun to be almost as gay as Charles.  She wondered, “Is Charles gay because he’s frightened, because he has to be brave?”

There was always the ache of incompleteness without him.   The shapeless dread might at any moment stab her with a question.  But day by day the baby and she survived, and in the dugout the howling winds, the cold and snow and dark could not touch them.  Her gayety was a defiance.  (131-32)

I haven’t read much about Rose Wilder Lane, though I am a little bit familiar with a bit of the controversy surrounding her ghost authorship/contribution/whatever to her mother’s Little House books.  All I know after reading this story is that she is one author I enjoy and whose other books I’d like to read.  I did notice when I went back and read Carrie’s review of Let the Hurricane Roar (which I scrupulously avoided at the time since I was planning to read it soon) that the protagonists in the story underwent a name change at some point; they are Molly and David in the edition Carrie read.  If Wikipedia is to be trusted, the story was first published as a serial and then as the novel I read; later it was reissued as Young Pioneers with Molly and David instead of Caroline and Charles.  It seems that Laura’s family’s story and the story Rose Wilder Lane wrote got all jumbled up somehow, but since I’m not reading this for pure historical accuracy, I’m okay with all that.  It’s still an amazing and beautifully written story.  My girls are avid Laura Ingalls Wilder fans, so when Lulu saw that I was reading this, she picked it up and wanted to read it herself.  Although I am not ready to hand this off to my seven year old just yet because of the emotionally and relationally intimate nature of Charles and Caroline’s relationship (there’s nothing physically graphic here, but it really is a depiction of a good marriage), I won’t hesitate to give it to her in a few years.  Highly Recommended.  (My copy was published by Longmans, Green and Co. in 1933.)

 I read this book for the Laura Ingalls Wilder Reading Challenge at Stray Thoughts. Although this book isn’t by Laura, my reading of it was definitely inspired by our fondness for her works.

Caught Reading

This is Lulu reading at our favorite Chinese restaurant last week.  I don’t usually let them take books in when we go places like this (hereby trying to avoid being the nerdy homeschooler stereotype, I guess ;-) ), but on this day Steady Eddie and I both relented.   I read a picture book aloud to them while we waited for our meal, and then Lulu read her American Girl book which she had just checked out from the library while the rest of us finished eating.  I’ll admit to have been caught reading in restaurants when I go alone more times than I can count; in fact, I count it one of the small pleasures in life.  How about you?  What’s the most unusual public place you or your children have ever been caught reading?

Messy Monday + a book review: Ready to Dream by Donna Jo Napoli and Elena Furrow

I was inspired by Stephanie’s post way back last month about the Hearts & Trees online magazine, which I promptly purchased (for only $3–a steal!), and then didn’t have time to implement.  A couple of Fridays ago I finally made time to pull out the paints and teach the girls about primary, secondary, and tertiary colors using the information and instructions from the magazine.  This was quite a hit, of course!

I really like to make art with the girls, but lately it’s all I can do to keep the DLM making his own mess art.  He woke up from his nap just in time to really want to get involved in this activity.  :-)

All children are artists.  The problem is to remain an artist once he grows up.  –Pablo Picasso

Serendipitously, we had read a wonderful picture book, Ready to Dream by Donna Jo Napoli and Elena Furrow, just the day before.  It’s the story of a little girl named Ally who goes with her mom to Australia to visit.  Ally is an artist, so she travels to Australia with a heart full of anticipation and a backpack full of art supplies.  The first person she meets is an Aborigininal woman, Pauline, to whom she shows the picture she drew on the plane.  This woman, an artist herself, becomes Ally’s friend and mentor, the person to whom Ally reports with her newest piece of art, created as she and her mom explore the continent.  Pauline encourages Ally in her art, for each time Ally points out something a little off in her art, and Pauline helps her readjust her vision to see it as an opportunity or something that makes the art special or more accurate.  Here’s a sampling of one of their conversations:

When Ally returned, Pauline was leaning against a wall, looking out over the desert.  “I saw fairy penguins and a duck-billed platypus and koalas. See my koala?”

Pauline petted the koala.  “No accidents this time?”

“No, but my painting keeps curling.”

Pauline put her hands to Ally’s cheeks.

“Koalas dream in warm balls in the crooks of trees.  Let it curl.”

Ally let go of the corners, and the bark curled up in her hands.  Was this koala sleeping?

I love this!  I have one daughter who thinks in pictures and who really, really enjoys drawing.  The other is no less artistic, only her creativity is often expressed in different ways.  Creativity in this vein is not something that comes naturally to me, but I so want to encourage it in my children.  Ready to Dream is a picture book that emphasizes the wonder of creating, and it really helped remind me of the importance of viewing creativity as a process.  Additionally, this would make a great story to supplement a study of Australia since Ally and her mother visit so many different places in Australia.  Bronwyn Bancroft‘s paintings in this book are bold and colorful and folk-art-like.  (See samples here.) I give this book a Highly Recommended.  (Bloomsbury Children’s Books, 2009)

Favorite Resource This WeekI’m linking this post up at learning ALL the time as my favorite resource this week.  Both the Hearts & Trees magazine and the picture book Ready to Dream earn this designation!