Archive for November, 2008

Reading to Kids

Friday, November 28th, 2008


Over on the Pink Heart Society blog this weekend I wrote about the joy of reading to children. It’s one of my favorite things to do — and I miss having children around to read with on a regular basis.

I’m thinking, though, that with Skype becoming a regular part of my life these days, that the day isn’t far off when I might get to read distant grandchildren a bedtime story via computer.

What will I read them? Several of our family favorites are over on the Pink Heart blog. But there really wasn’t room there for everything. And there won’t be here, either. But I promised to list a few more just in case anyone wants a good shopping list for kids’ books this holiday season.

I’m leaving out the stuff on best seller lists now. You can all find those front and center at every bookstore you go into. The ones I’m talking about here might have been best sellers in their day — or maybe there were just really good books to read and share. We loved them, anyway. I hope you do, too.

Frog and Toad were big hits at our house. All the books about Frog and Toad by Arnold Lobel went through several paperback incarnations here because they got worn out from so many readings. Finally I went to hear Mr Lobel speak at a children’s literature seminar and bought autographed copies of F&T — one apiece for two of my children. He drew them each a Frog or a Toad inside with his inscription. What a Christmas treat that was.

I mentioned several Russell Hoban books on the Pink Heart. But I didn’t mention How TOM Beat Captain NAJORK and his Hired Sportsmen. If you haven’t read it, do. Tom is a terrific hero. Utterly competent in a completely do-it-my-own-way fashion. No wonder I love him — he’s the quintessential McAllister hero!

Hoban’s The Little Brute Family and The Stone Doll of Sister Brute are fun reads, too.

We’ve worn out copies of Clyde and Wendy Watson’s wonderful Father Fox’s Pennyrhymes and John Burningham’s Mr Gumpy’s Outing. Both of them are a delight to read aloud, as is Wanda Gag’s Millions of Cats which is older than I am, and the fabulous, rollicking A Roundabout Turn by Robert H Charles (the L Leslie Brooke illustrations are fantastic, too) which is older than my mother.

People who live where we live thoroughly enjoy curling up on cold winter nights and reading Virginia Burton’s Katy and the Big Snow and Ezra Jack Keat’s The Snowy Day. I suppose kids in warmer climes would like it for the novelty. We like it because we’re warm when we read it and we know what it’s like outside!

When we traveled we brought home kids’ books from where we went. The favorite by far were the Ivor the Engine books that came home from Wales. We all become great fans of Ivor and his engine driver, Jones the Steam.

For older kids, you might track down the wonderful Ghost of Thomas Kempe by Penelope Lively, any of the many books of K M Peyton (I defy you to read Pennington’s Last Term — in UK, Pennington’s Seventeenth Summer without cracking a smile). And if you have a horse-mad child on your list, Peyton can help there, too. Or you can go for the Black Stallion books or Misty of Chincoteague.

Want a little US history? Start them young with Jean Fritz’s books. She’s written quite a lot since we read And Then What Happened, Paul Revere? Now you can cover a lot more ground with Shh! We’re Writing the Constitution and Why Don’t You Get a Horse, Sam Adams? and others besides.

Move on to Newberry winner, Johnny Tremaine, and later classic My Brother Sam Is Dead. Or try to find books by Patricia Beatty (libraries may still have them — and they definitely should) like How Many Miles to Sundown? and Who Comes to King’s Mountain?

Want a little mystery, a little satire, a little sly humor? Try Buffalo Arthur or any of the other Arthur books by Alan Coren or try Sid Fleishman’s McBroom stories.

Read Mark Twain’s “The Literary Offenses of James Fennimore Cooper.” To kids? Yes, to kids. My sixth grade teacher read it to our class and we were laughing so loud that the teacher next door had to come in and tell us to be quiet.

Want serious stuff? Read Katharine Paterson’s Bridge to Terabithia, Madeleine L’Engle’s Wrinkle in Time, Gary Paulsen’s Hachet. Immerse yourself and your listeners in Susan Cooper’s Dark Is Rising series, the Narnia books of C S Lewis, or Philippa Pearce’s Tom’s Midnight Garden.

I could go on. And on. And on. I won’t because the revisions still need to be finished.

But tell me some of your favorite books from your childhood. As I said on the Pink Heart, Gunnar is teaching Micah and Mitch how to pick winners (not always successfully as a lot of treats — and a lot of slips of paper are getting eaten in the process), and they will be picking a winner on Monday from the commenters here and on the Pink Heart to get a copy of my new book, Antonides’ Forbidden Wife. Be the first in your neighborhood . . .

Mitch and Micah, I fear, take bribes. So I’m not letting them read the comments.

Out of the Hammock

Monday, November 24th, 2008

No sooner did I mention the word hammock, than my editor pricked up her ears and went, “Ah ha! She’s loafing. Must do something about that.”

And she did. She sent me revisions and took herself off to Cornwall so I could get on with them.

That’s called adding insult to injury as far as I’m concerned. But they are sensible sane sorts of revisions that I could see will make the book better. So I’m thinking about how to accomplish them this week — and hopefully doing just that.

While I’m gone with my nose in the computer again, I thought I would share with you some of the pix I took in Cannes. I promised Donna Alward, on the Pink Heart blog comments today, that I would put up some photos so she could travel vicariously a bit (since I know exactly how tied down she’s feeling. Been there, done that.). I’ll save some of Cornwall and elsewhere

So, enjoy. Think of me slaving away. And if I don’t get back by Thanksgiving, have a blessed holiday with family and friends. And if you can’t be with them, carry them in your heart. That
works, too.

Early Morning along La Croisette

The beach, before the people

Just to remind you of the film festival in Cannes

Restaurants are everywhere

The front garden of one of the small hotels where we had breakfast

Where Presents heroes hang out, of course

View toward La Croisette from the Festival Hall

Inside the Festival Hall — lots of red carpet

The Palme d’Or, symbol of the Cannes Film Festival

Hammock Time

Thursday, November 20th, 2008

I know I’m supposed to be feeling the pressure of the upcoming Christmas season. I will. I promise.

But right now I’m in that soft, swaying place where the book is gone and the new book is barely forming in my mind, and I can see at least a part of the carpet in my office (it’s blue. I’d almost forgotten) and after a week of dealing with a very sick dog, he seems to be currently improving (so I’m crossing my fingers and hoping for a miracle as he is 12 and that’s 80-something in dog years), I don’t want to do anything except lie here and drift.

Which is one reason you’ve had a dearth of blog entries this week. What could I say? Nothing was happening. I wasn’t even reading. I was just . . . drifting.

It felt great to drift. Everyone should get to now and then.

But I have a feeling the drift is about to come to an end. I bought the Thanksgiving turkey today. Which means I had to clean out the refrigerator to find a place for it, which means I did less drifting than I had been.

And the characters are beginning to nag again. It’s Demetrios this time.

He was the actor brother of Tallie and Theo Savas. Now’s he’s an independent film producer/director. He’s in Cannes, and he’s not exactly patient. He wants me to get on with his story. Across a crowded room he’s just spotted a woman he never thought he’d see again.

And he’s annoyed that I won’t get out of my hammock and get to work.

I need to think about this some more, though. At least that’s what I’m telling him. In the meantime I think I can get at least a few days more of relaxation.

After Thanksgiving? Yeah, I think that’s about right. Maybe Christo’s book will be back for revisions then and I can put Demetrios off a while longer.

Maybe I’ll start looking for collage pictures. I think I know what he looks like. But I need to get a better idea about his heroine, Anny. At least I have lots of pictures of Cannes.

Anny is blonde, by the way. Wholesome. Girl next door-ish. Which, when he finds out who she really is, turns his world upside down. She’s also capable of absolutely stunning elegance when required. Think Cinderella at the ball, minus the mice and the fairy godmother.

You guys helped me find the perfect Natalie. That’s her to the left. Want to take a shot at Anny?

Post links or tell me names and I’ll check them out.

I can do that while I’m still lying in the hammock.