Favorite Read Alouds


Asking me to pick my favorite read-aloud is like asking me to pick my favorite child–a laughable task.  However, when I saw that the Three Thinking Mothers would be writing and posting about read-alouds this week, I knew I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to post about some of our favorite books and my favorite day of the bloggy week:  Read Aloud Thursday.

I’ve been reading aloud to my girls, now ages 7 and 5, for a long time, of course.  I started Read Aloud Thursday way back in December of 2008, when Lulu was 4 1/2 and Louise had just turned 3.  At the time it was a repository of reviews of the best picture books we read.  I actually started (or attempted to start!) reading chapter books to them when they were only 3 and 2 (!!); you can read about our first chapter books here.  Now Read Aloud Thursday has evolved into the place where I post the best of what I read aloud to them, picture or chapter book, fiction or nonfiction.  I still occasionally post read-alouds on other days, but in an effort to scale back my time commitment to blogging (ha!), I try to limit those posts to once a week.

Here are some read-aloud summary posts I’ve written:

Links to reviews of this year’s chapter books are in the sidebar, at least as far as I’ve updated it.  :-)

Although this list is apt to change on any given day, here are my top five chapter book read-alouds, linked to my reviews:

Of course, for reading aloud, I don’t think Charlotte’s Web can be bested, but there’s something very endearing about listening to it in the author’s voice.  All of the Laura Ingalls Wilder books are favorites around here, but they’ve grown so familiar that it’s hard for this mama to read them aloud; still, though, they bear mentioning.

Well, I could go on and on, but there’s  treadmill calling my name.  :-)   I do want to invite everyone to participate in Read Aloud Thursday, though.  Simply come back on Thursday (or anytime before the linky closes on Sunday night) and leave a link to a blog post in which you’ve written about your family’s read-alouds.  There’s even a button for you to snag for your sidebar or for your post!  I appreciate your using the button and/or linking back here, just because it’s good advertisement, and the more we have play, the more read-aloud suggestions we have!

PhotobucketWhat an awesome week it’s shaping up to be at Three Thinking Mothers!  Don’t miss this week of great read-aloud suggestions!

 

Little Blue Truck by Alice Schertle

In honor of the DLM’s first birthday yesterday, I wanted to share this sweet, sweet board book, a gift to him from us and the girls.  The girls went to work with Steady Eddie for a few hours yesterday afternoon, so I pulled ou Little Blue Truck sans wrapping paper or anything festive, just to see how the DLM (and, I confess, I) would like it.  (I thought we could wrap it up later for his party, right?)  Well, the DLM enjoyed opening and shutting the cover a lot, and I enjoyed reading it to him as he crawled out of my lap and I caught him by the ankle, just in time to avoid his plummeting over the arm of the couch and onto the floor below.  :-)   Knowing what I know about repetition, rhyme, and onomatopoeia and how they are some of the first “hooks” into reading for babies and toddlers, I don’t think it will be too long before he’s “reading” along with me on this one.

Little Blue Truck by Alice Schertle is the story-in-rhyme of none other than the Little Blue Truck, a friendly little old-timey pickup that encounters all kinds of animals as he makes his way down the road:  a toad, a sheep, a cow, a piggy, a chicken and her chick, a goat, a horse, and a duck.  All of the animals greet Little Blue Truck with their various sounds, but this neighborly give-and-take is rudely interrupted by a brash and self-sufficient dump truck as he zooms down the road, yelling

Coming through!

I’ve big

important

things to do!

I haven’t got time

to pass the day

with every duck

along the way!

Well!  Dump (as he is called) gets his comeuppance when he gets stuck in a huge mud puddle, and who comes to the rescue but the Little Blue Truck and all his animal friends?  The cherry on top of this fun romp is when

They couldn’t quite budge

that heavy load.

Then who hopped up

but big green toad.

Big green toad, muscles flexed, provides the last bit of oomph needed to get the Dump out of the muck.  Alice Schertle’s poetry is perfect in this tale, but I have to mention the gorgeous illustrations by Jill McElmurry, too.  I would love to have prints of some of the pictures from this book for the DLM’s bedroom!  They are old-fashioned and warm and just plain old fun.  From Little Blue Truck viewed through Dump’s mirror, coming to rescue him from the mud, to the big green toad flexing his muscles and with a gleaming white smile, these illustrations are playfully humorous and a perfect match to this rollicking story.  Highly Recommended! (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2008)


I’m adding this book to my Best Picture Books list ,  a list I haven’t worked on in a while. (That list is always up there at the top under Booklists.)  With the DLM coming on, though, I bet I’ll find lots of new gems to add to it!  I would love to add Little Blue Truck Leads the Way to our collection at home, too.

I’m linking this post up at Poetry Friday, which is hosted this week by poet Toby Speed (yes, that Toby Speed) at The Writer’s Armchair.

Read Aloud Thursday–Award Winners & Notable Titles

 

I have been absent from the virtual world this week, with the exception of rather voraciously reading blogs and message boards at odd hours, like 3 a.m. when I was up with a sick DLM.  Yes, a plague descended upon the House of Hope sometime this Sunday past, and we only yesterday emerged from the haze.  Although it only affected Louise, the DLM, and me, Steady Eddie has borne the brunt of the work–lots of getting up through the night with a congested baby, even though he had to drive distances for his job the following mornings, etc.  He has also done his fair share of housework this week.  (Really, though, there’s nothing unusual about that!)  I appreciate my husband, friends.

So what has this to do with Read Aloud Thursday?  Well, I’ve had this stack of books in the computer cabinet, just waiting for review.  I pulled them out on Tuesday night and re-read them to my girls since it had been a long while since we were first introduced to them, and only then did I realize what a coincidence it is that my favorite of the lot, this year’s Caldecott Medalist A Sick Day for Amos McGee has me and the protagonist of the tale in the same predicament:  sniffly, groggy, and not quite up to our normal task of taking care of all the critters we’re responsible for. 

The best word I can use to describe this story is gentle.  The story opens in much the same way as an episode of Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood:

Amos McGee was an early riser.  Every morning when the alarm clock clanged, he swung his legs out of bed and swapped his pajamas for a fresh-pressed uniform.

Amos McGee, the slight zoo keeper, loves his job; in fact, although he has a lot to do at the zoo, “he always made time to visit his good friends”:  he plays chess with the elephant, races the tortoise (‘though he tortoise always wins), reads the owl a bedtime story, and just sits quietly by the bashful penguin.  When the day arrives that he is too sick to go to work, his friends wait for and worry about him, until they decide to take matters into their own hands (hoofs?  flippers?  wings?)  and ride the city bus to his home and check on him.  At his home, they are able to show him the caring and solicitous concern he has always shown them.  Of course, this is a Caldecott Medal winner, so the illustrations are par excellence.  This book is written and illustrated by husband-wife duo Philip C. and Erin E. Stead, and I have to say that I love the story every bit as much as the illustrations.  (Can you tell?)  The illustrations are something, though.  Made using a painstaking woodblock printing/stamping technique (which you can see here on her blog), the illustrations are both simple and detailed.  There is nothing extraneous or messy about any one of these pictures.  I love that the colors are muted and grainy (not really grainy, but I can’t think of a better work–incomplete?  maybe. . . )  I love this book for so many reasons, and I even told Steady Eddie that the next time he feels compelled to buy me a book, this one is it.  This is my top pick of all the recent award winners that I’ve read, and I give it a Highly Recommended. 

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Shark vs. Train by Chris Barton is one of those Cybils nominees that got a lot of press, at least on the blogs I read, so I bought myself (ourselves?  Really–these picture books are for my children, aren’t they?!?)  a copy.   This is one of those books that I find difficult to read aloud, but I did it.  It has a lot of cartoonish “talking” between the shark and train using speech balloons and I’m never sure whether or not read that part aloud.  Without it, though, much of the charm of this book is lost.  Okay, maybe I should back up and explain the premise.  This book is a competition between a shark and train–which one would win, for example, a diving competition?  a ping pong game?  sword fighting on a tight rope?  The title page has this exchange between the shark and train:  Shark says, “I’m going to choo-choo you up and spit you out”, to which Train replies, “Ha!  I’m going to fin-ish you, mackerel-breath.” That’s funny, but I think it takes a certain level of maturity to get the humor.  My girls didn’t love this one, but Louise did spend some time studying Tom Lichtenheld‘s colorful illustrations.  I’m going to make a sexist statement here, so beware.  I wonder if this book would appeal more to the masculine gender.  I don’t know, but lots of people have loved it, so there must be something to it that maybe we just didn’t quite get.  C’est la vie.  This one was a Cybils shortlisted title, too.

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Interrupting Chicken by David Ezra Stein is similar to Shark vs. Train in one way–this is a book that really can’t be read in a linear fashion; the whole premise is that the little red chicken constantly interrupts his papa’s attempts to read him a bedtime story.  However, we clicked with this one a little more; the premise is very funny, and since we have our own Interrupting Chicken around here (whoshallremainLOUISEnameless), we can relate.  This book won a Caldecott honor this year for its vivid and memorable illustrations of these talking chickens.  This is an endearing book that is good for a laugh; if you like jokes with swift punchlines (that are repeated often), you’ll like this one.  Jennifer @ Jean Little Library points out that the book pages that Papa is reading look suspiciously like Paul Galdone renditions of fairytales, a nice little detail I failed to notice.  The really neat thing about such lavishly illustrated stories is that there’s always something new to see.  Interrupting Chicken won the 2010 Cybils award for best fiction picture book

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Speaking of interruping, I interrupted Lulu’s obsession with all things Ramona (she was reading Ramona Forever for what must be the umpteenth time!) to have her read Bink and Gollie by Kate DiCamillo and Alison McGhee aloud to Louise (while I not-s0-subtly listened in).  It had been a while since we read it, and I didn’t think at the time that we had taken the time to properly appreciate it.  Lulu moaned and groaned a bit at first, of course, but by the time she had finished reading the first little story in this volume, she was smiling and giggling as she read.  Need I say more?  This is such an endearing tale (really, a collection of short-but-related tales)–we couldn’t help but be drawn in by this pair who are oh-so-different from one another and yet who are obviously the best of friends.  Bink’s the one up there with the wild hair; Gollie is her taller, more reserved buddy.  Bink loves big words; Gollie loves colorful socks.  I’ll bet you know a pair like this one; we have a pair like this at the House of Hope, which makes the story all the more enjoyable for the mama.  I first read about this book here on Melissa Wiley’s blog, Here in the Bonny Glen, as if its being co-written (is that a word?) by the wonderfully talented Kate DiCamillo wasn’t enough of a recommendation.  (I love her books, you know.  I’ve written about them here, herehere, and here.)  Tony Fucile’s illustrations bear mentioning because he has captured the essence of these two characters so perfectly in his drawings.  I’m curious as to why this one wasn’t nominated for a Cybil last year, unless it was released too late to get in under the deadline.  If that’s the case, it should make this year’s list, for sure!  It has already won the 2011 Theodor Seuss Geisel Award given by the ALA/ALSC for books for beginning readers. 

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I saved this one for last because no matter how many times I asked my girls to pick their favorite, they always chose this one.  Dave the Potter Artist, Poet, Slave contains so much of what my girls love in a story–historical detail and pathos that grips the heart.  It’s the true story of Dave, a slave in the nineteenth century U.S., who left his mark on our world through the pottery he produced.  Laban Carrick Hill‘s prose borders on poetry; it’s sparse but evocative:

The shoulder and rim

shrugged upward

as the jar took the shape

Dave knew was there,

even before he worked

the raw mound on his wheel.

Bryan Collier‘s watercolor illustrations are gorgeous and garnered this book a Caldecott honor.  My girls were really taken in by this story, and every time we read it they requested that I also read the historical note at the end of the story.  In addition to being nominated for a Cybil, Dave the Potter also won the Coretta Scott King Illustrator Award.  Highly Recommended

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If you’ve read this far, I thank you.  :-)   This is a long post that looks even longer since I’ve included these humongous images of the bookcovers.  Amazon has gone and changed things up again for the Associates links, and I can no longer put a nice little clickable book cover image in my posts.  Thus, I am including the above widget, just in case anyone actually wants to click over to Amazon. 

Have you read any of these award winners with your children?  What are their favorites?  Talk to me!  Oh, and don’t forget to link up your Read Aloud Thursday posts in the comments, too! 

Happy Read Aloud Thursday!

37 Books I Have Loved, in Honor of My Birthday

Thirty-seven years ago today I entered this world.  I’ve had a good and interesting life, and much of the goodness of it has been brought to me through reading.  I thought it would be fun to make a random-ish list of thirty-seven books I have loved during my lifetime so far, even if I don’t necessarily still love them today.  I have given myself the stipulation that I can’t have reviewed them on my blog, so that necessitates the leaving off of several books that I still love, even to this day.  Links on the list will be to wherever I want them to go–sometimes my blog (if, say, I’ve merely mentioned the book before or I’ve written about the author before, etc.) or elsewhere.  Most titles are links to my Amazon Associates account. 

Without further ado, the list:

  1. More Spaghetti, I Say! by Rita Golden Gelman.  This is a book that I loved so much as a child that I think my mother and daddy both had it memorized from so many repeated readings.  Of course I had it memorized.  I really hadn’t thought much about it until a few years ago when Steady Eddie (to whom I had obviously mentioned it at some point) came home with it from some meeting he attended.  Steady Eddie speaks my love language!  This is a beginning reader with lots of silliness and rhyme, and it will always hold a special place in my heart.  :-)
  2. Mother Goose–but not just any old Mother Goose book.  This one had a dull red and cream cover that was sort of toile-like and was illustrated with old timey line drawings.  I really need to see if my mother still has it.  (Note to self:  ask her!)  Obviously our reading of Mother Goose took.  I was the quiz team member in high school to whom everyone looked if ever a nursery rhyme question was asked.  It was my one area of expertise.
  3. Bear Circus by William Pene Du Boise.  At least, I think this is the book I remember.  All I remember about it is an image:  koala bears in eucalyptus trees that have been stripped of their leaves by locusts.  An internet search led me to this book; I sure would like to find a copy to see if it’s the one I remember.   This is one of only a very few picture books that I do remember, so it must’ve made an impression on me.  Maybe it was because of the unfamiliar subject matter. 
  4. A Horse Named Cinnamon by Jeanne Hovde.  (That’s the Amazon link over there, but you can see a copy of it here.)  I think this one started my horse-crazy stage, a stage that I believe approximately 67.998% of girls go through.  I never owned a horse, but I sure did love to read about them. 
  5. Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls.   Old Dan and Little Ann.  Need I say more?  This is one that definitely falls into the “I still love it” category.  Although I don’t consider myself an animal person, really, I was surrounded by animal lovers growing up, and enough of that must’ve rubbed off on me to cause me to tear up at the end of this story every time I read it.  I don’t even think you have to like animals to get teary-eyed over this tale of devotion.  (Incidentally, I did mention this one here and here, if you’re interested.)
  6. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle.  I’m not sure I loved this when I read it, a sixth grader just beginning to grow into her intellect.  I think I love it now because it was the first book I remember being really challenged by.  Perhaps it was because it is of a genre I had probably never read before.  Whatever the reason, L’Engle is an author who is perpetually on my TBR list, at least the one I carry around in my brain.  Since I began this blog, I’ve read and reviewed a couple of books by her (The Love Letters and The Twenty-Four Days Before Christmas, which I mentioned briefly here), but I hope there are more in the future.
  7. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin.  I don’t really remember too much about the story, other than that I liked it.  I brought the audiobook home from the library a few months ago, and we all tried to listen to it on a trip in our van.  It’s a somewhat dense story, and the girls just didn’t take to it.  We’ll try again.
  8. From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler by E.L. Konigsburg.  I like a good mystery, and I liked Claudia’s independence (then–now, I just think about these two children running away from home and EEEEEEEEEEK!).  This is one of those stories that never gets old to me. 
  9. The Cayby Theodore Taylor.  I don’t remember the first time I read this book, but I do remember listening to an audio version of it after I was a young adult.  This is such a good story.  I can’t believe I haven’t read the sequel! 
  10. Treasure on Squaw Mountain by Marjorie Zimmerman.  This is one of the first volumes of Christian fiction (for kids) that I remember reading, and while I’m sure it’s not fine literature, I still remember the exciting plot.  I think I still have a copy around somewhere, to pass on to my children in a couple of years.
  11. Once Upon a Summer by Janette Oke.  This is the first book by Janette Oke that I ever read.  I read it as a student at a small Christian school, and I remember feeling very grown up to have read such a book.  Although it doesn’t contain much romance at all that I remember, it must’ve had just a hint for me to feel this way.  I went on to read everything Janette Oke wrote for many years, as is evidenced by the next two numbers. 
  12. When Calls the Heart and sequels by Janette Oke.  I think this is my favorite of Janette Oke’s old series.  I can’t offer an opinion about her newer books because I haven’t read anything she has written in the past dozen years, I guess.  I thought Elizabeth and Wynn’s love story was so. . . so. . . romantic as a young adult, and I have a secret inclination toward adventure.  The idea of moving into the Canadian wilderness with my very own Mountie?  Swoon.  (Mind you, I would have never admitted this as a young adult.  Never!)
  13. Loves Comes Softly and sequels by Janette Oke.  I imagine that this story has been co-opted by all the movies that have been based on it and its sequels, but I remember Marty when she wasn’t so beautiful;-)   Somehow I never imagined her as beautiful in the stories, although Janette Oke might very well have described her as such and I just never picked up on it.  This one of Janette Oke’s prairie love stories tells the most compelling story of redemption, and I read and and very much enjoyed the original series.  This was about as sappy and romantic as anything I’ve ever read, but I still recommend it, if you haven’t read it.
  14. Archie comic books.  I remember buying these off the rack in the check-out line in the grocery store.  I don’t remember any particular episode from the serial, but I sure did enjoy them.  I still see them around and wonder if the story is still the same.  I think Veronica‘s skirt has gotten shorter, but maybe it’s just me and my Puritanical ways. ;-)
  15. White Flower by Grace Livingston Hill.  I don’t even remember much at all about this story now, but I still have an old, library-bound copy of this book on my shelf.  (Ah, yes!  I went and pulled it off the shelf, and now I remember–it’s a bonafide damsel-in-distress story!)  I want to think that this is my friend Gena’s favorite GLH story, and that perhaps that’s why I picked it up.  GLH is known for her gentle, Christian romances, and I have to say that there’s usually a good bit to them theologically, too.  If you expect the resolution  to be very complicated, you’ll be disappointed, but isn’t that the way it is in real life, too?
  16. City of Fire by Grace Livingston Hill.  This one is my favorite GLH title.  I even quoted a portion of it in an “all about me” project I did for a creative writing class in high school.  (My protoblog, maybe?)  GLH”s novels are romances in which it’s usually the girl’s goodness and faithfulness that brings the man back to God, a formula that I don’t think has been tried too much lately.  I found this website while poking around the ‘net, looking for these old GLH titles.  It looks interesting.
  17. Christy by Catherine Marshall.  I loved it before it was a television series, although I loved the series, too.  I’ve read this one many times, and it always moves me to tears.  Idealistic and romantic?  Maybe.  Beautiful, true(ish) story?  Yes!  Read it, if you haven’t. 
  18. Julie by Catherine Marshall.  This is a different story entirely from Christy, but it’s just as absorbing.  I enjoy historical fiction that’s based on fact, and Julie is based on the Johnstown, Pennsylvania, flood of 1889Julie is usually overshadowed by Christy, but it’s just as good.  I think I might’ve inherited a cousin’s copies of both of these books, and they’re both in tatters now.  I tried to re-read Julie a few months ago, but I just couldn’t stick with it.  I’ll read them both again sometime, though, I’m sure.
  19. The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boom.  I was pretty young when I read this the first time–maybe ten or eleven.  Knowing the subject matter, I think–Wow!  I can’t believe my mother let me read that!  It obviously didn’t scar me, though, since I’ve read it again and again and again.    I have read many of Corrie Ten Boom’s other books through the years, but none is as inspiring as this story.  I love it.
  20. The Bronze Bow by Elizabeth George Speare.  I can’t remember if I picked up this 1962 Newbery Award winner as an assignment in library school, or if I just did it of my own initiative.  Whatever the case, this is one of my favorites.  I think what surprised me most is that this is a mainstream juvenile fiction selection that reads like a Christian fiction selection, only better.  :-)   (Patricia M. St. John’s books come immediatley to mind.)  Of course, Speare wrote The Witch of Blackbird Pond, and I suppose that’s the one she’s best known for.  The Bronze Bow is an excellent story that tackles difficult problems and comes up with the only solution–that only God can work out some problems, especially the problems of the human heart.  You can read a whole slew of reviews of this book at The Newbery Project blog.
  21. The Landby Mildred D. Taylor.  I think I read this book while I was working as librarian of an elementary school.  While this prequel in the line of Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry is definitely more appropriate for young adults and adults, I have to say that if you like historical stories that deal with race, this one is absolutely a must-read.  I think I devoured it in two days, and it’s a pretty hefty story.  I want to go back and read the whole little series.  I just remember being completely blown away by it.
  22. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott.  My only regret about this story is that I share a name with the least likeable of all the sisters.  :-)   I’d love to go back and catalog all the similarities between LW and the Anne of Green Gables stories, starting with the fact that both authors are LMs. 
  23. The Pilgrim’s Progress by John Bunyan.  I’m cheating here because I’ve actually never read the original, much to my embarrassment.  I read a children’s version some twenty-five years ago, but it really had an impression on me.  I’m not sure that this is the one I read, but it might be:  Little Pilgrim’s Progress: From John Bunyan’s Classic.  The girls and I even got to see a stage adaptation of this classic last year, and I really enjoyed it.  I really need to rectify this deficit in my reading life!
  24. This Present Darkness by Frank Peretti.  Of course, the story is continued in Piercing the Darkness.  These were the first books of this genre I ever read.  Many authors have written stories in the same vein, but I think Peretti did it best.  (I did enjoy this book by Shaunti Feldhahn that is very similar, though.)
  25. Prophet by Frank Peretti.  As much as I enjoyed the two previous titles, Prophet is my favorite of his works.  It deals with a sensitive topic (abortion, in case you haven’t read it), but I just liked both the story and how the change in the characters took place.  I went on to read everything Peretti wrote for a while, but The Oath did me in.  I read it three times, I think, out of morbid curiosity, and then I decided that Peretti’s works had taken a decided turn for the scarier and darker, and he fell off my radar.  
  26. Sarah, Plain and Tall by Patricia MacLachlan.  This sparsely and beautifully written children’s story is just about perfect, in my opinion.  I checked it out for Lulu to read a few weeks ago, but I couldn’t interest her in it yet.  As much as I’d love to read it to them (‘though I know I couldn’t do it without crying, but what’s unusual about that?), I think some stories are best experienced privately.  I think this might be one of them.  If you haven’t read it, you can read several reviews here.  Better yet, just pick up this beautiful little novel and read it.  (I can’t resist–”Read it with a box of kleenex!”–can anyone identify this movie quote?)
  27. Rocket Boys by Homer Hickam.  Steady Eddie brought this book home, signed by the author, after he heard Homer Hickam speak at Space Camp the first or second year we were married.  This is a very sad but ultimately inspring true story.  What I remember most about it is the profound disconnect between father and son.  They made a movie from the book, and I think I’ve seen it, but the book impressed me more.
  28. Holes by Louis Sachar.  I thought this Newbery Award winner was so unusual, suspenseful, witty, and entertaining.  More reviews are here.
  29. A Long Way From Chicago  by Richard Peck.  This book and its Newbery Award-winning sequel, A Year Down Yonder, are side-splittingly funny and touching by turns.  Once you read these, you’ll never forget Grandma Dowdel.  Read more reviews here
  30. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens.  Like #6, Great Expectations is a book that raised the bar of expectations for my reading and comprehending.  I read it for ninth grade English class, and I remember taking a daily reading quiz on the next five chapters.  That was reading at a nice little clip.  I don’t remember too much about the story, but it didn’t scare me off from Dickens, since I finally got around to reading A Tale of Two Cities last year.  It only took me twenty years!
  31. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë. Of all the books assigned to me as a high school student, this one was my favorite, and I still love it today.  It’s much better to me than its darker cousin.
  32. You’re Only Old Once! A Book for Obsolete Children by Dr. SeussConfession:  I am not a huge fan of Dr. Seuss, but this one holds a special place in my heart.  Steady Eddie gave me a wrapped package to take with me on a mission trip I went on the summer we started dating.  His instructions were to open it when I got to Albuquerque.  Inside it was this book.  From our first meeting in the library where I worked until today in our book-cluttered home, books have always been a part of our relationship.  :-)
  33. The Gates of Zion by Brock and Bodie Thoene.  Reading The Gates of Zion started my twenty-plus year love affair with the writing duo Brock and Bodie Thoene.  After reading the Zion Chronicles series, I backtracked and read the Zion Covenant series.  I’ve also finished the Zion Legacy series and started on the A.D. Chronicles.  I love how they bring history to life.  All of my reviews of books by the Thoenes are here.  Visit their website here.
  34. The Honorable Imposter by Gilbert Morris. I purchased the first book in the House of Winslow series as my “souvenir” on a school trip.  (I used to do that a lot, and at one point I could’ve told you where I had gone; now all I remember are the books.)  I loved the book and felt a little bit daring by reading it–after all, it contained romance (tame, yes, but real romance, between a Saint and Sinner, both of marriageable age).  I collected all the books and kept up with the series, more or less, until about eight or nine years ago.  I finally conceded that each story was the same, only the characters and settings were a little different.  I see that there are 40 books in the series now.  Wow.  It was a fun ride while it lasted, but just about all of my books have been PaperbackSwapped now.  
  35. The Tiger Rising by Kate DiCamillo.  I have fond memories of this little book because I read it to my fifth graders when I was an elementary librarian.  This is the perfect read-aloud for upper elementary, especially if you want to discuss things like symbolism and theme.  Of course, I think Kate DiCamillo is a mighty fine writer
  36. Papa’s Wife by Thyra Ferre Bjorn. I remember reading this book or one of its sequels, Papa’s Daughter and Mama’s Way, lying on my back in my parents’ car the summer after I graduated high school.  We were on our way to my senior trip, of sorts–a family vacation to Chattanooga, Tennessee.  It was an angst-y time in my life with all the change, and these stories were a good diversion.  I’d like to go back and re-read them.
  37. The Calvin and Hobbes Tenth Anniversary Book by Bill Watterson.  Does anybody else still miss them?

I’m sure that the moment I hit “publish,” I’ll think of three books I should’ve included, but here it is.  And here’s to 37+ more years of reading good books!

Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand

I’m going to make a prediction here, one that is pretty daring, considering that it’s only the middle of February.  Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand is the best book I’ll read in 2011. 

 I think that it might just be one of the best books I read in my life. 

How’s that for a prediction?

I have Janet’s glowing review to thank for my picking up of this biography.  I don’t really know what to say about this book (‘though I’ve already written about five or six reviews of it in my mind!) other than READ IT.  I don’t want to give away any spoilers at all, so I won’t say much in the way of summary.  The subtitle of the book, A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption, sums it up pretty well.  If you need a little more information, here it is in the words of the author, Laura Hillenbrand:

Eight years ago, an old man told me a story that took my breath away. His name was Louie Zamperini, and from the day I first spoke to him, his almost incomprehensibly dramatic life was my obsession.

It was a horse–the subject of my first book, Seabiscuit: An American Legend–who led me to Louie. As I researched the Depression-era racehorse, I kept coming across stories about Louie, a 1930s track star who endured an amazing odyssey in World War II. I knew only a little about him then, but I couldn’t shake him from my mind. After I finished Seabiscuit, I tracked Louie down, called him and asked about his life. For the next hour, he had me transfixed.

Growing up in California in the 1920s, Louie was a hellraiser, stealing everything edible that he could carry, staging elaborate pranks, getting in fistfights, and bedeviling the local police. But as a teenager, he emerged as one of the greatest runners America had ever seen, competing at the 1936 Berlin Olympics, where he put on a sensational performance, crossed paths with Hitler, and stole a German flag right off the Reich Chancellery. He was preparing for the 1940 Olympics, and closing in on the fabled four-minute mile, when World War II began. Louie joined the Army Air Corps, becoming a bombardier. Stationed on Oahu, he survived harrowing combat, including an epic air battle that ended when his plane crash-landed, some six hundred holes in its fuselage and half the crew seriously wounded.

On a May afternoon in 1943, Louie took off on a search mission for a lost plane. Somewhere over the Pacific, the engines on his bomber failed. The plane plummeted into the sea, leaving Louie and two other men stranded on a tiny raft. Drifting for weeks and thousands of miles, they endured starvation and desperate thirst, sharks that leapt aboard the raft, trying to drag them off, a machine-gun attack from a Japanese bomber, and a typhoon with waves some forty feet high. At last, they spotted an island. As they rowed toward it, unbeknownst to them, a Japanese military boat was lurking nearby. Louie’s journey had only just begun.

That first conversation with Louie was a pivot point in my life. Fascinated by his experiences, and the mystery of how a man could overcome so much, I began a seven-year journey through his story. I found it in diaries, letters and unpublished memoirs; in the memories of his family and friends, fellow Olympians, former American airmen and Japanese veterans; in forgotten papers in archives as far-flung as Oslo and Canberra. Along the way, there were staggering surprises, and Louie’s unlikely, inspiring story came alive for me. It is a tale of daring, defiance, persistence, ingenuity, and the ferocious will of a man who refused to be broken.

The culmination of my journey is my new book, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption. I hope you are as spellbound by Louie’s life as I am.

While reading this story, I kept thinking about Sherry’s plea that what we need in Christian fiction is truthier, not racier, fiction.  Well amazingly enough, this story isn’t fiction, but it’s plenty “truthy.”  I usually wouldn’t even consider comparing a work of nonfiction to a work of fiction–nonfiction is usually much heavier, often in subject matter, but almost always in its telling.  While I was reading Unbroken, though, I kept thinking how novel-like this story, in its nearly flawless telling, is.  I mean for this to be the best of compliments, since I spend most of my reading time reading fiction.  Unbroken is well-researched, as the fifty pages of notes at the end of the story attest.  Laura Hillenbrand excels at distilling a life story down to its essential parts, even a story as difficult and profoundly inspiring as Louis Zamperini’s. 

I usually think of authors as people who are gifted, and as I’ve already mentioned, this is certainly true of Hillenbrand.  However, the refrain in my mind as I read this story was this:  What a privilege to get to write this man’s story.  He is a hero of the first order, and this book is a testimony to the human spirit and the grace of God.  I haven’t written much about why I call my blog ”Hope Is the Word,” but it comes from a quote from Les Miserables:  “Hope is the word God has written on the brow of every man.”  I like to read books that offer hope to their readers, and this one most certainly does.  I did a little internet research on Laura Hillenbrand, and it turns out that she has had her own struggles, and her spirit has been unbroken through it all, too.  I couldn’t help but think she and Zamperini have something in common. 

Well.  What else can I say?  This book is amazing.  Please read it, and when you do, come back and tell me about it.  I’d love to discuss it in the comments.

L.M. Montgomery Meanderings

I feel like someone is going to revoke my membership in the L.M. Montgomery fan club any day now, after the ho hum review I wrote of Magic for Marigold and the downright snarky review I wrote of Kilmeny of the Orchard.  The purpose of this post is to convince everyone, myself included, that I do indeed still love L.M. Montgomery.

First, a little anecdote from this week.  Lulu has fallen in love with reading, a transformation that I am nearly speechless over.  (Me!  I have a child who loves to read!  Oh, the joy!)  Her latest bookish infatuation is the My America series, Hope’s Diary in particular.  She read books one and two on Monday and Tuesday of this week (I think–I truly can’t keep up with what she’s reading now!), and on Tuesday afternoon she requested that we go to the library immediately, if not sooner, so she could check out book three.  She proceeded to read aloud to me, her face positively glowing, her favorite bit in the book:  a long lost older brother, who I presume ran off to join the army, returns home to a warm welcome by his family during a cold and snowy Philadelphia winter.  Lulu plotted and planned all day to turn this story into a play when she and Louise went to visit Nana that night.  (Play acting is something they do a lot at Nana’s. They are so blessed to have a Nana who enters joyfully into play with them.)  She had even already assigned roles to everyone:  she, of course, would be Hope; Nana always gets the male roles; and Louise was to be the baby sister, Faith.  Faith, an infant, has no speaking parts.  :-)   The joy that both girls were already deriving from this bookish play–even before actually carrying it out–was just wonderful.

Courtside Reading: My America is more entertaining than Upward basketball. :-)

Watching Lulu fall in love with a story she read herself, to the point that she had to share it with me, reminds me so much of myself when I was a girl.  I didn’t discover Anne of Green Gables until I was eleven or twelve years old, but I very clearly remember reading the entire series, and then being positively blindsided by Rilla of Ingleside.  Awestruck.  Heartbroken.  Oh, the pathos!  I promptly did two things after reading that part of the story.  (If you’ve read it, you know which part I’m referring to.  If you haven’t read it, you must.)  First, I copied out in longhand several pages from my tiny little Bantam paperback, which translated to many pieces of noteobook paper, and sent them to at least one of my best friends back home in Alabama.  (We had moved to Georgia for my dad’s job, and I enjoyed corresponding the old fashioned way with several of my friends back home.)  Second, I held some of my school buddies captive one  morning at the table in the cafeteria, where we had to await the bell signalling us to go to our first class, as I read aloud to them that part of the novel.  I have no idea if they enjoyed it or merely tolerated it (although now, some twenty years later, I have a good idea), but I simply had to do it.  It had to be shared.  (Maybe this was an early precursor to my book blogging days! ;-)   )

I have debated several times over whether or not to read Anne of Green Gables to my girls, and I can never bring myself to do it just yet.  Part of it is because I discovered Anne when I was older myself, and it seemed to be just the perfect time.  I want my girls to get maximum enjoyment from it.  Also, I wonder if some books are best discovered solitarily?  Knowing how much Lulu has enjoyed her own private forays into Hope’s world, I wonder if I should leave a few books unopened for her and Louise to discover for themselves.  I wouldn’t knock the bloom off these particular roses for anything–even the joy of experiencing these stories with them.

I actually have other stories to tell about my LMM obsession, but I’ll save them for another time.  Just in case what I’ve written above isn’t enough to get reinstate my LMM fan club membership, I want to share a little bit of the decor of the House of Hope.  Way back before I had children, I collected teapots.  What was at one time a sizeable collection has been de-cluttered down to a mere handful to make room for more books, toys, etc.  One of the prizes of my collection, though, and one that I won’t be compelled to part with, is a teapot I purchased on our honeymoon trip to PEI.  This piece just makes me happy.  I hope when you look at it, you think of Anne. 

L. M. Montgomery Reading Challenge And so ends the third annual L.M. Montgomery Reading Challenge hosted by Carrie at Reading to Know.  I am so glad Carrie does this every year; without it, I doubt I’d ever make time to visit these old favorites of mine.  To close out this post, I am linking up all the books I’ve read and reviewed for the challenge in the past two years.  These reviews, plus the ones from this year (linked above) and my photo-heavy honeymoon post (also linked above) make up the bulk of what I’ve written about LMM here at  Hope Is the Word. 

 Lord willing, I will be back at it again in January 2012! :-)

Read Aloud Thursday–Best of 2010

Looking back over the year 2010, my girls and I have enjoyed a lot of good books together.  Our reading together has changed somewhat since Lulu is now a first grader–much of our reading aloud time is spent on history and science read-alouds, but we still manage to do quite a bit of fun reading, too.  Another difference is that Lulu’s reading has taken off in the past few months, and she now devours short chapter books on her own.  I’m loving this new development, but it also helps me realize how short the period is that our children are really intellectually dependent upon us.  I remember with fondness our Five in a Row days, and I’m awfully glad we have the DLM’s preschool years ahead of  us.

According to my records here at Hope Is the Word, I read eighteen chapter books aloud to my girls this year.  That’s a nice number–more than one a month, obviously.  Here’s the list, with links to my reviews:

  1. Farmer Boy by Laura Ingalls Wilder
  2. The Boxcar Children by Gertrude Chandler Warner
  3. The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
  4. Socks by Beverly Cleary
  5. The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett
  6. Ramona the Brave by Beverly Cleary
  7. Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie
  8. Prince Caspian by C.S. Lewis
  9. Betsy-Tacy and Tib by Maud Hart Lovelace
  10. Ginger Pye by Eleanor Estes
  11. The Bears on Hemlock Mountain by Alice Dalgliesh (Lulu read it aloud!)
  12. Pinky Pye by Eleanor Estes
  13. Betsy and Tacy Go Over the Big Hill by Maud Hart Lovelace
  14. Squanto:  Friend of the Pilgrims by Clyde Robert Bulla
  15. The First Thanksgiving by Lena Barksdale
  16. The Twenty-four Days Before Christmas by Madeleine L’Engle
  17. The Light at Tern Rock by Julia L. Sauer
  18. The Hundred Dresses by Eleanor Estes

(I didn’t review The Hundred Dresses, which isn’t technically a chapter book but is too long and picture-less to be considered a picture book.  We finished it just before Christmas, when I couldn’t countenance the thought of a book review.  It’s a Newbery winner, so I’ll let the metallic seal on its cover speak for it.)

When I asked Lulu what her favorite chapter books from this year were, she listed The Wizard of Oz, Ramona the Brave, Peter Pan, Prince Caspian, The Secret Garden, and Farmer Boy.  Her number one pick was Prince Caspian.  :-)   Her response to my query of why was this:  “I liked how Caspian ran away and his uncle didn’t find out.”  She has developed quite a love for Narnia again lately; most mornings, she gets out of bed and turns on an audiobook in hers and Louise’s bedroom, and the audio-pick for the last several weeks has been The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.  I don’t know if it’s because of the season or what, but she particularly favors the chapter in which the Beavers and Peter, Susan, and Lucy meet Father Christmas.  It’s really quite nice to wake up and hear Narnia thawing in the other room.  :-)

Louise listed three books as her top picks:  Farmer Boy, Peter Pan, and Betsy-Tacy and Tib Go Over the Big Hill.  Although she couldn’t articulate why, Betsy-Tacy and Tib Go Over the Big Hill was her favorite.  (Bookie Woogie, this ain’t.  It’s a skill I need to work on.)

I couldn’t have predicted their favorites.  They like what they like.  I think that listening to audiobooks (over and over, even after I’ve read the story aloud) obviously helps them keep some stories in their minds.  For example, Peter Pan is a book we suffered through read together back in the summer, and given my poor attempt at reading it well, it really shouldn’t have been one of their top picks.  However, in November we had an opportunity to see a live performance of the play based on the story at the beautiful Alabama Shakespeare Festival.  On our drive south, the girls listened to the audiobook of Peter Pan, so the story would be fresh in their minds.  The play was wonderful–Peter Pan flew out over the audience and sprinkled us with fairy dust!  The pirates entered the theater from the rear, surprised us, and then regaled us with their lovely voices!  (Please indulge me this little mini-review in the middle of my year-end post.  I meant to write up a post about our experience, but I ran out of time.)  Really, it was excellent in every possible way.  I even have a picture of the lovely theater to share:

(I realize this nothing whatever to do with this post, really, but I wanted to share it.  :-) )

I myself would be hard pressed to pick a favorite.  I loved the Betsy-Tacy books we read, of course, but I also loved Ginger Pye and Pinky PyeThe Bears on Hemlock Mountain holds a special place in my heart because Lulu did the reading and I did the listeningThe Light at Tern Rock was a surprise to me–I loved it! 

In short, it has been a year of good reading.  This doesn’t even scratch the surface, though–we read so many wonderful picture books, too!

What about you and your family?  What have you been enjoying lately?  What have been your favorites from 2010?  Write up your own post and link it up in the comments, or simply leave a comment sharing the details.  Either way, have a happy Read Aloud Thursday, the last of 2010!

Related Links:

Read Aloud Thursday–Best of 2009

Read Aloud Thurday–Picks of 2008

All Read Aloud Thurday posts

 

Best of 2010

I’m not too good at picking my favorites of anything, least of all books.  In general, if I manage to read and review it, I like it.  These days, I rarely plod through a book I don’t like.  (Maybe this says something about the years I spent taking English classes, huh?)  I do like going back over my bookish accomplishments, though.  Despite the fact that Lulu started “real” school (meaning I’m schooling her in a grade denoted by a number rather than a letter) and I had a baby this year, I have read forty-five books so far this year (and it ain’t over yet!) and have published reviews of 39 so far.  I have a few reviews queued up here for the weeks ahead (more about this in an upcoming post, I hope!), so almost everything I’ve read this year will have been reviewed by the end of January 2011.

Of the forty-five books I’ve read this year, twenty-six of them are juvenile or young adult books, almost all fiction.  The following are the standouts from this group:

  • The Hunger Games trilogy.  Of course.  You expected this, didn’t you?  Wow pretty much sums up this amazing set of novels.  My reviews are here:  The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and Mockingjay
  • Leaving Gee’s Bend by Irene Latham.  I loved this Alabama story so much that I went to meet the author when I was just a few weeks postpartum (and none too fond of leaving behind the DLM or being caught on camera, but I did both!) and I nominated the book for the Cybils in the middle grade fiction category
  • The Door in the Wall by Marguerite DeAngeli.  I love, love, love historical fiction, and this vintage Newbery winner gets it right
  • Inkheart by Cornelia Funke.  I’ll always associate this exciting read with sitting in the rocking chair in my bedroom and rocking a newborn DLM.  Good times and a great story
  • Chains by Laurie Halse Anderson.  This is a truly unforgettable story, and based on what I’ve read of its sequel so far, it has the makings of a fantastic series. 
  • A Long Walk to Water by Linda Sue Park.  I loved this story of modern-day Sudan.  Its review will be up in a week or two.  :-)
  • The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane by Kate DiCamillo.  I positively gushed about it in my review, and now, months later, I still get all warm and gooey on the inside when I think about it.  This is my favorite kidlit pick of the year. 

I feel like I’ve rediscovered my love for juvenile and young adult literature this year.  I’m thinking that 2011 will hold lots more kidlit for me and Hope Is the Word! 

I only read seven works of adult nonfiction this year.  One of these was a re-read, and two of these I didn’t review at all.  (The two I didn’t review, For Women Only by Shaunti Feldhahn and Crazy Love by Francis Chan, are both great books, but I just didn’t have the time or wherewithal to write up a review when I read them.  For Women Only really earns a Highly Recommended from me–it’s possibly the most practical marriage book I’ve ever read, and I’ve read a few.)  Of the books I reviewed, the best works of nonfiction I read this year were The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin and The Story of the Trapp Family Singers by Maria Augusta Trapp.  (Both are linked to  my reviews.)  Maybe I’ll get around to more nonfiction in 2011!

As far as adult fiction goes, it was sort of a ho-hum year for me.  (With a caveat, which I’ll explain below.)  I guess the best part of my adult fiction reading was discovering the author Alexander McCall Smith.  I read three of his books this year and introduced my children to his works of juvenile fiction.  I enjoyed The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency best

I am so happy to say that I added a couple of classics to my books read list this year, too.  A Tale of Two Cities was every bit as good as I expected it to beThe Hobbit was so good, and much funnier than I expected.  Why did I wait so long to read these books?  I really need to persevere and add more classics to my TBR list.  There’s a reason why they’re considered classics.  ;-)

The biggest accomplishment for me this year by far was reading the entire Bible, from cover to cover, in about six months.  I didn’t write much about it here at Hope Is the Word, but I consider it one of the biggest things I’ve ever done.  :-)

That’s a hodge-podge of a post, but those are my thoughts about the year in books.  I’m looking forward to reading even more great books in 2011, Lord willing!

Come back on Thursday to read about my girls’ favorite read-alouds of 2010!

Related links:

2010 Booklists

Top ten picks of 2009

Best Books of 2008

To Kill a Mockingbird Challenge Wrap-Up

I’ve just about decided that hosting a challenges is a sure way to make sure that I don’t finish reading the book myself.  Yes, I am still reading To Kill a Mockingbird.  Between the Bible in 90 Days Challenge (which I am currently behind on), the huge amount of time I spend reading aloud to my girls and schooling them, and the addition of Wi-Fi here at home so that I am connected via my iPod Touch even while I’m nursing the DLM in his room, I am making very slow progress. 

Of course, I read this novel the first time in the eighth grade and have read it several times since then.  I am enjoying it this time through and have even noticed a few details that I had either never noticed before or had forgotten.  For instance, I don’t remember paying attention to Scout’s observation that Atticus liked to be alone during church–that he usually sat in a different pew than she and Jem.  I like that these little details all work together to create the character, and while I can see that Harper Lee’s writing might be considered unsophisticated by some, it is just this type of characterization that endears her characters to her readers.  Fifty years in print must mean that she did something right! 

You might have already guessed that Atticus is my favorite character.  This is the first time I’ve read To Kill a Mockingbird since I became a parent six years ago, and I think that Atticus’ parenting style and skills are what I am noticing the most this time through.  Of course, this is a much-lauded part of Atticus’ character (as a google search for “Atticus Finch parenting” will attest), but I’m finding his relationship with his children both instructive and poignant, all the same.

I get the biggest kick out of Scout’s distaste for school at the beginning of the story.  I find it downright hilarious, actually. 

The remainder of my schooldays were no more auspicious than the first.  Indeed, they were an endless Project that slowly evolved into a Unit, in which miles of construction paper and wax crayon were expended by the State of Alabama in its well-meaning but fruitless efforts to teach me Group Dynamics.  What Jem called the Dewey Decimal System was school-wide by the end of my first year, so I had no chance to compare it with other teaching techniques. I could only look around me:  Atticus and my uncle, who went to school at home, knew everything–at least what one didn’t know the other did.  Furthermore, I couldn’t help noticing that my father had served for years in the state legislature, elected each time without opposition, innocent of the adjustments my teachers thought essential to the development of Good Citizenship.  Jem, educated on a half-Decimal half-Duncecap basis, seemed to function effectively alone or in a group, but Jem was a poor example:  no tutorial system devised by man could have stopped him from getting at books.  As for me, I knew nothing except what I gathered from Time magazine and reading everything I could lay hands on at home, but as I inched sluggishly along the treadmill of the Maycomb County school system, I could not help receiving the impression that I was being cheated out of something.  Out of what I knew not, yet I did not believe that twelve years of unrelieved boredom was exactly what the state had in mind for me.

As a homeschool parent-teacher (and an Alabama public school teacher turned homeschool teacher at that!), of course I love this!  ;-)

I had larger plans than just to read the novel, folks.  I meant to read a book about the novel, and I did get started on it.  However, the library wanted the book back before I had even scratched the surface of it enough to write a review.  I tried to watch the movie this past Friday night, but I got a late start, we had trouble with the DVD, and I finally had to give up on it in order to get the DLM to sleep.  Such is life with three small children!  :-)   Just know that it truly is one of my favorite movies of all time, and I absolutely adore Gregory Peck as Atticus.  In my mind, he is Atticus.  I did remember after my initial TKM Challenge posts that last year I read a YA novel entitled In Search of Mockingbird that revolves around Harper Lee’s story.  I’m not giving up on finishing the novel myself this time through, though.  It’s just a slow process.

If you read the novel (or tried to!  or almost did!  or meant to!) or anything related to it or watched the movie, link up your blog post below.  I’ll leave this linky open for a few days, just in case any of you need a little extra time.  ;-)

Thanks for joining me, folks.  I hope you enjoyed it!

50 Years of Mockingbird


In light of Carrie’s recent post about her top picks for leisurely summertime reading, I thought I’d publicly cast my vote for one of my favorite books of all time  as a great way to spend a few summertime reading hours (other people like it, too).  It’s fifty years old this year, you know.  Despite my relative geographic proximity, I’ve never visited Monroeville, Harper Lee’s hometown and the town on which Maycomb was based, but this Southern Living article really makes me want to load everyone up in the van and head south. 

I’ve been kicking around the idea of hosting a TKM reading challenge, maybe during August.  Would anybody be up for it?