Over spring break I was determined to write two whole blogs! Spring break ended a month ago, and this is the first of those blogs. Clearly, I was not successful. I actually
nearly finished it, but never managed to publish it. And now it’s been a month, so some of what I
wrote seems irrelevant, and it had to be reworked.
My blog is mostly about books, but it’s also a little bit
about my life. Naturally, as a writer
and a mother, what’s going on in my life informs what I write about. Before
spring break, Henry was having some behavior problems at school, or more
specifically, in the on-site after-school care. It seemed like such a shock to
me, because I’ve had very little experience with school misbehaviors. Our older kids aren’t exactly angelic at
home, but for the most part we’ve always been able to count on them to behave
well publicly, and certainly have never had any trouble with them at school.
Henry, not currently naughty |
I was pretty stressed for a while because, keep in mind,
these behaviors are going on at my place
of work. Firmness, consistency, love and prayer – these are what finally
worked. We’re not sure what triggered
the behavior, but my husband pointed out a time a couple weeks prior when he
got nailed in the head with a soccer ball. It hit him so hard that it literally
knocked him backwards and off his feet, and his head hit the floor a second
time. As children of the 70s, it didn’t occur to us that he might, in fact, be
concussed. Retrospectively, we are blaming this for that tough stretch. He is
mostly back to his normal acceptable level of mischievousness, but there were a
couple incidents last week that have me back on alert. We are at the school
much more than just during school hours, so he gets confused about what’s
allowed when school is in session and what’s allowed when it isn’t. Time to
remind him of the boundaries.
I was getting myself out of bed and off to the gym before
work consistently three or four days a week. Now that it’s light in the morning, I’m only
going twice a week and trying to run at least three days. Frankly, the runs are
exhausting because it’s not just that I’m running, but battling a rambunctious
overgrown puppy every step. I need to get one of those hands-free waist harness
systems, and I think it will make it an easier prospect. Once I make it a
routine, I really enjoy working out, but if I ever want to lose those 20 pounds
that five kids put on me, I have got to stop eating so much. I really enjoy
eating, don’t you? Are there even people who don’t?
To help me along in that regard, I gave something up for
Lent. We’re not Catholic, but I always like to give something up just for the
exercise in self-denial. The really brave thing would be for me to give up
coffee, but I’ve never had the guts to do it. This year, I gave up the mini
candy bars that our attendance secretary keeps in a bowl on her desk. I figured
that I generally ate around ten of them a week, and over time, those calories
really add up. I was really happy when Easter was past and I could eat them
again, but I’m trying to limit myself to one a day.
I toyed with the idea of giving up commercial shampoo and
conditioner, but figured that would be cheating since I was already planning on
giving them up. That’s right, I have taken the “No ‘Poo” challenge. It has been
at least two months since I started washing my hair with a baking soda solution
and conditioning with diluted cider vinegar. My hair seems a little on the dry
side, and I had an ill-fated attempt to remedy this with olive oil. I was
trying to quit styling products too, but had to concede to a bit of gel. I
finally started using a bit of conditioner on my ends too. Overall, my hair
seems just as clean, does NOT smell like salad dressing, but there’s definitely
more static than normal. My husband asked me point blank last week, “Why are
you doing this?” I couldn’t really come up with a good reason, so I think I may
switch back to regular hair products. It takes less time and preparation, and I
do love how they smell. It’s nice to know, though, that if necessary, you can
keep your hair clean and presentable without store-bought stuff.
Now for books . . .
my Caldecott and Newbery predictions were a mixed bag. My Newbery pick,
“Brown Girl Dreaming,” did not win, but it was an Honor book and won so many
other awards this year, that I feel vindicated. The winner was “The Crossover,”
by Kwame Alexander, which was definitely on my radar, but didn’t make my final
list. I read it over spring break, and because it was in verse, I was able to
zip through it in about an hour of total reading time. It was not a book I
would ordinarily gravitate to, and it took me about a third of the book to
really get into it. It was a good, compelling story, relatable to middle grade
kids, and a lot deeper than I had imagined.
I still feel that “Brown Girl Dreaming” was a better book,
but I think the Newbery committee chose “The Crossover” because it exhibited
the less typical point of view of a male athlete. The other Honor book was “El
Deafo,” by Cece Bell. I find it interesting that all three winning books were
in a non-traditional format. Both “The Crossover” and “Brown Girl Dreaming”
were written in verse, and “El Deafo” is a graphic novel. Plus, two of them are
about non-caucasian characters, and the other about a girl with physical
challenges. The hue and cry for more diversity in books seems to be making a
difference, which is a good thing for everyone.
With the Caldecott, I completely missed the winner. I hadn’t
even heard of it! My winning pick was “Viva Frida,” which did win an Honor
award, and I successfully chose two of the other Honor books, “Sam and Dave Dig
a Hole” and “Nana in the City.” Nana was probably my favorite, visually. The
illustrations were so warm and inviting, it was like the book was reaching out
and hugging you. The actual winner, “The Adventures of Beekle, the Unimaginary
Friend,” was unknown to me, but of course I did know of Dan Santat, it’s
author/illustrator. I immediately tried to find a copy at any bookstore in
town, or on Barnes and Noble and Amazon
on-line. Nothing! I had to wait for it to be in stock, and it finally arrived
the day before spring break. I tore open the box eagerly and read it, sharing
it with a colleague as well. We both loved it. It’s a sweetly heartfelt book,
with a clever premise, and later, when I read it to my classes, it was
universally loved.
I heard an interesting tidbit about Dan Santat. I follow him
on Twitter, and just a couple days before the Caldecott was announced he
tweeted about how an elderly white woman refused to sit next to him on a plane
because he was Asian. I wonder if she ever realized just who it was she
offended. I wonder a lot of things . . . how can people think that way? Don’t
they realize it’s the 21st century? Why haven’t such prejudices
died? I was discussing the topic with my daughter yesterday, and we just don’t
get blatant racism. I realize people are raised with some preconceived notions
about races other than their own, and I know that I’ve had to work at getting
past mine. But seriously feeling that you are better than someone because they
have a different skin color? It just does NOT compute. The most prevalent brand
of racism in our town is against Alaska Natives, which just infuriates
Emma. She doesn’t look native, but she
is, and people will make ignorant comments in front of her. Trust me, she does not stay silent about it,
which makes me proud and glad, and also a little sad that this battle is still
being fought.
As for my own recent pleasure reading, I’ve managed to peck
away at a few books, but I think I’ll just cover a few of them here, and save
the rest for another blog. I was feeling nostalgic, so I did a fourth re-read
of “The Hunger Games” and am partway through a “Catching Fire” re-read too.
They’re just as good as ever. My moods, and even what’s going on around me,
very much dictate what I read. One of my students was appearing as Jane in a
high school drama production of “Mary Poppins,” so of course, I had to read the
book. I had never read it before and was surprised at how it differed from the
Disneyfied movie version. I enjoyed it, but Mary Poppins was nowhere near as
sweet in the book as Julie Andrews played her. In the book, there were four
kids, not two, and many more increasingly bizarre adventures that make the tea
party on the ceiling seem quite tame.
My decision to read another book, “How I Live Now,” by Meg
Rosoff, was inspired by my husband and I renting the movie. We really liked the
story, but it left a lot of unanswered questions, so I borrowed the book from
one of the middle schools. After reading it, some questions were still unanswered,
but I definitely had a more complete
picture. Part of the story involved an incestuous relationship between a pair
of underaged cousins, which for some reason didn’t bother me. Perhaps it’s
because the two cousins in question had never met, because there had been a
nuclear event and war that made survival the most important concern, and
because it was handled more as touching love story than torrid affair. Also, the writing was great. It very much had a "stream of consciousness" feel and sounded just like a teenage girl would sound. I liked it so much that I had to order a copy for me to keep.
For my next blog, I will cover several middle grade novels –
“Cartwheeling in Thunderstorms” by Kathleen Rundell, “The Greenglass House” by
Kate Milford, and “Under the Egg,” by Laura Marx Fitzgerald. Until then, happy
reading!!!