tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802508020180837512024-02-20T22:44:12.588-08:00pagesa place to settle when the library is closed.melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680250802018083751.post-54979642644673046882012-04-16T14:13:00.002-07:002012-04-16T14:13:44.118-07:00Number The Stars<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>by Lois Lowry</b></span><br />
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This book takes place in <span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Copenhagen, Denmark in September 1943, the third year of the Nazi occupation of Denmark.</span> A 10 year old girl named Annmarie has a friend named Ellen, who is Jewish. The Nazi's are taking all Jewish people to a relocation far away, so Annmarie and her family try to hide Ellen's family at their uncle's house just off the border of Switzerland, but find out that hiding from the Nazis is a lot harder then it sounds. The Nazis are everywhere! There are many times where Ellen's family is nearly discovered. That kept me turning the pages! <br />
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Annmarie and Ellen weren't exactly real people, but they were based on childhood's friends of the author.<br />
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It must have been sometimes boring and sometimes scary to stay hidden all the time for Ellen. I can't imagine how hard it must have been.<br />
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There is also a character named Peter, who helped the Jews escape to Switzerland. He was a real historical person and a hero.<br />
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I think Lois Lowry wrote this book to help us not forget about this time in history. It was not just a boring history book because of all the exciting things that were happening and there was always excitement in every chapter.<br />
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I read it in two days because I couldn't put it down!<br />
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I recommend it for all ages, unless you're a young child who is easily scared. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>by Lois Lowry</b></span><br />
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The main characters names are Timothy, he is the oldest, and then there are the twins, Barnaby and Barnaby, most people just called them Barnaby A and Barnaby B. Then there was little Jane, the youngest and the only girl, besides her mother of course. They lived in a tall thin house, with an attic as a play room. Whenever Timothy, or Tim for short did not like something none of the other kids were allowed to like it either.<br />
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One day they found a baby at their door step! They brought the baby in the house to show their mother. When they showed the child to their mother she just wanted to drop it of somewhere, but Jane did not want her to, because she thought it looked cute with its little curls. Then her mother walked over and cut off her curls, and jane did not think it is cute anymore. You might guess from this that the mother was mean!<br />
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One day the kids mother and father got invitations for a free ship ride called The Reprehensible Travel Agency, which the children had sent to the house in order to possibly get rid of their rotten parents (they were hoping a giant squid would eat them). Of course that would mean a baby sitter for the children left behind. They went through so many baby sitters, till finally a plump little lady got the job!<br />
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Did the parents get eaten? And by the way, if you think the children were mean for planning this, you should see how the parents try to get rid of the children! HINT: they've been reading too much Hansel and Gretel!<br />
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I would recommend it! It's a great read aloud book.<br />
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melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680250802018083751.post-67146651662960495552012-03-15T10:36:00.000-07:002012-03-15T13:37:04.730-07:00J.F.K. (John Fitzgerald Kennedy)By Delaney McDonald, grade 6.<br />
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it’s about his childhood, his teenage and young adult years, and then his
presidency and death. As we already know J.F.K was the 35</i></span></span><sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>th</i></span></span></sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">
president of the United States of America or USA for short. He did miraculous
things for our country and he didn’t stop trying until he accomplished it. The world would be very different if John
Fitzgerald Kennedy never became president of the USA. Many people didn’t like
what he did at first but they got used to it. He always tried to good and never
tried to do anything badly. Now let’s begin with his</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">childhood.</span></i></span></span></div>
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all the time. Everyone called him jack so that’s what I will call him as well.
He had a high fever one time and got VERY sick. He is only 2 and a half and
there is no rooms in the hospital for him. His mother Rose should not even try
to take care of him. He needs to go to the hospital. It is not healthy for Rose
to take care of Jack because she is about to have her fourth child soon. You
see Jack had a very bad disease called scarlet fever. Scarlet fever is very
dangerous it could kill you! The best medical assistant comes by and sees how
bad jack is. And fortunately he got jack in the best hospital in town.</span></i></span></h1>
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day after work Jacks father would come and visit him. The father was so scared
Jack was going to die because Jack was in the hospital for two months! Luckily
Jacks fever started to go down a little bit and Jack went home on the end of
the second month. Jack had two sisters the first sisters was named Rosemary and
the other named Kathleen. Kathleen was the child about to be born. Then Jack
had one brother named Joe Jr. </span></i></span></h1>
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Jacks teenage and early adult years. Jacks teenage years were sometimes crazy
and sometimes cool. In 1935 Jack
graduated from Choate. Jack also went to
Harvard University. Then Nazis crossed the Cologne Bridge during Germany’s
invasion of Rhineland in1936! That act of aggression threw the nation of Europe
in to conflict. Then in 2000 (when I was born) Hasbro Toy Company made a doll
of Jack! Later on Rose Kennedy’s challenges encouraged her family to help
others. Jack had a bad school report one time.
It read “English 86, Latin 55, History 77, Mathematics 95, Science 72,
and Religion 75”.</span></i></span></h1>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">His grades were not very good were they? As you
can see Jacks worst subject was Latin. Most students (for an unknown reason)
had to learn Latin. No one really knows why but it seemed to be very important
to people back then. His schools were both in Connecticut. Jacks high school
was teaching a catholic education. </span></i></span></h1>
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about Jacks presidency and death? I thought so. As a president Jack got to do
all sorts of cool stuff. Jack got to of course be president. Jack got to meet
many voters all the time! A man named Bobby worked closely with Jack all the
time! I bet he got tired. Now I could go on and on about his presidency. But if
I did that then I would have absolutely no room for his death.</span></i></span></h1>
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sad to everyone to see him die. Jack got shot in the head by a man named Lee
Harvey Oswald. Lee got caught and arrested on November 23. A lot of people came
to his funeral. People traveled all across the world to see his funeral.</span></i></span></h1>
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people rights. He is the one who inspired Martin Luther King Jr. to be
president and help people. Without Jack the world would probably be a very bad
place. Jack was amazing! So the next time when you feel like giving up remember
how Jack never gave up and how he made a difference in the world. </span></i></span></h1>
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to everyone who needs to be encouraged. </span></i></span></h1>melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680250802018083751.post-34304447393778737842012-03-06T14:01:00.002-08:002012-03-06T14:01:43.279-08:00The Princess and the Goblin<span style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br />
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The princess and the goblin is a great book for people who like young but brave princesses, and a lot of adventure. It is a great book. I would recommended it. The main character's name is Irene, and she is a very curious princess. One of her good friends name is Curdie. Curdie is a miner boy, who lives in the mountains. But sometimes Curdie and Irene get on each other's nerves. When Curdie and Irene meet Irene's nurse Lootie (who watches Irene) Lootie did not like Curdie because he was just a minor boy and she didn't trust him. But in the end Lootie decides he is not so bad after all. <br />
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Curdie is a very important character because one day when he is sleeping against a rock, he hears goblins talking about invading the palace! He goes and tells his parents first (they sort of believe him). He waits a while before telling Irene because they are not getting along.<br />
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Irene has a grandma living in the tower but Curdie doesn't believe her and that's another reason why they aren't getting along very well.<br />
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The goblins invade the palace through the holes in the boards of the floor! By the time Curdie decides to tell what he knows about the goblins, they are already coming up through the floor! The goblins have their own creatures called the Cobs too and Irene gets chased by one that looks like a long legged cat. There are many others, some of them have clown heads, and they are all a little freaky!<br />
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Usually when you read books about princesses they are usually very proper. But Irene is curious and trusts herself, which I like!<br />
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<br />melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680250802018083751.post-9340887412817315042012-03-05T12:06:00.004-08:002012-03-05T12:06:52.943-08:00War Horse<span style="font-size: x-large;">War Horse by Michael Morpurgo</span><br />
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War Horse takes place in World War 1, where a young colt named Joey grows up on a farm<br />
with his owner and best friend Albert. But when the war starts Joey is separated from Albert and sent to France to fight. They needed the horses for pulling carts and riding into battles. I think this is interesting because my mom didn't know that! Albert is too young to be a soldier.<br />
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Joey wonders if the war will ever end and if it does ever end will he find Albert again? I liked that it felt like I was reading a book that was written by a horse! Except this horse had good spelling. Hahahaha!<br />
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War Horse is a great book with excitement and adventure. I loved War Horse because it has a great beginning and end of the book The middle was good too.<br />
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Joey is a unique horse with a white cross on his forehead and has a sun burst red coat. He tries to find Albert after he was sent off to war and meets many friends, like a horse named Topthorn, along the way. War Horse was made into a movie as well but i would suggest reading the book before the movie and if you're like me, you'll have to get it at the Redbox or something because we missed it at the theater! <br />
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This is my children's all time, hands down, flat out, for sure, tru dat, favorite book for forever. And ever. <br />
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I actually don't really know why... it's a little strange, a little nonsensical, a little bizarre. The rhymes are odd and change patterns. The illustrations are cute but they don't really pop and they aren't full of bright colors.<br />
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There's just something about it though...<br />
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Basically the plot is this: the potatoes are spunky little moms and dads and spuds who sneak off from the county fair at night and head out to ride the Zip. They're fearless, you see.<br />
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He potatonaps the heroes and brings em back to his kitchen...for his soup, for his stew, for his chowder and his brew...<br />
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Of course, our brave potatoes rebel and what comes of Hackemup we'll never know...<br />
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We no longer own our copy which is a shame because I believe it's out of print. Nevertheless, we all have the entire thing memorized and like to shout out things like,<br />
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This was a funny book about a boy named Hooling Hoodhood and
all his junior high suffering from his teacher Ms. Baker, his family and other
kids in his classroom. It takes place during the Vietnam War, and Mr. Baker’s
husband is in the war and MIA (missing in action). Heather, Hoolings sister is
a war sympathetic and is very strange. She becomes a flower child and her
parent’s disapprove of her support against the war. Hooling
is a boy who thinks his teacher is out to get him and make his junior high days
miserable. This story is great because there are rats, fighting, adventure,
family problems and so much more. It made me think about my own life in some
ways too, so that was cool. The main theme is all about Hooling and how he
copes with becoming his own person, instead of a gutless wimp that his sister
calls him. His teacher Ms. Baker makes
him read Shakespeare, tear apart complicated sentences, etc. He has a active imagination
and loves books about adventures. When he gets suckered into doing a
Shakespeare play he finds out how much he loves Shakespeare and how good of an
actor he is. He even makes people cry. In the end everything works out. Ms.
Bakers husband is found, Hooling finds out Ms. Baker actually is helping him
and not torturing him and the b<a href="" name="_GoBack"></a>ullies stop picking on
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If you like stories about people who are some times friends, but most of the the time they are enemies, then try this book. <br />
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The book's main character is Birdie. She is a 10 year old girl. Her and her family just moved to Florida. She was excited to start planting strawberries, till she met her new neighbors. But when she starts planting her strawberries her neighbors let all their cattle trample all of them! Because the cattle could not get to the lake to a drink without going through her patch, Birdies father started arguing. Her neighbor Sam Slatter did not want to go the other way around. But in the end Birdie learns a good lesson.melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680250802018083751.post-33181243591343071272012-01-23T12:58:00.000-08:002012-01-23T12:58:28.259-08:00Julie of the Wolves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Julie of the Wolves is a great story about a girl named Julie. After her father disappears out at sea, Julie sets out to the Alaskan wilderness and runs into a pack of wolves that treat her like family. Julie soon finds life's hardship in the wilderness, and starvation and frostbite are the least of her worries. In the wolf pack Julie names all the wolves, Amaroq, Nails, Jello, Silver, and Kapu. But remember, in the Alaskan wilderness any thing could happen! <br />
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The Books of Umber are a great series for those who like mystery,excitement and adventure.The books have nonstop fun cliffhangers at every chapter from the first book to the third. The books are a great past time or any time. I would suggest these books if you like dragon, trolls, little people, and other strange creatures.<br />
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A girl named Anna was living with her brother and father. Her brother was named Caleb, her father was named Jacob.<br />
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He told his children that she was coming for a month and that she is coming on a train and she is plain and tall.<br />
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Why is she coming, asked Anna.<br />
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Her father said "If she likes it here she stay and marry me."<br />
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Anna and Caleb loved Sarah and she loved them.<br />
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This is the same hubby and wifey team who did The Napping House and Heckedy Peg. Amazing illustrations and whimsical stories, every one.</div>melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680250802018083751.post-8891381501433325352011-12-07T11:46:00.000-08:002011-12-14T19:56:59.794-08:00the monster at the end of this book<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUusqdT5TwZKJx-_tKh0CwfvT2kq9OBvCxZ3sAwlZC4OVwQTGpoSiaNAWMRYLP15haHJe7PpOsBgD9pNw-lHVtDp3_G8en7a7gDdPgokGi9l1hFiSYzHD0y-FDuBvLktMkK8lfpmCynaI/s1600/IMG_0153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUusqdT5TwZKJx-_tKh0CwfvT2kq9OBvCxZ3sAwlZC4OVwQTGpoSiaNAWMRYLP15haHJe7PpOsBgD9pNw-lHVtDp3_G8en7a7gDdPgokGi9l1hFiSYzHD0y-FDuBvLktMkK8lfpmCynaI/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
by jon stone.<br />
and lovable, furry, old Grover. Naturally.<br />
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We own two copies of this book. You know, in case we're set upon by mad book thieves in the middle of the night or something. <br />
You need to be prepared.<br />
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We've read it so much my four year reads it to me now. Which is somewhat hilarious.<br />
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Poor Grover is terrified of the title of his own book. He is scared of monsters. He doesn't want you to turn the page.<br />
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If you have a four year old monkey, he will expound a ton of fake energy and flexing of his finger muscles to turn the pages for you.<br />
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Poor Grover.<br />
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this is a must for little monsters everywhere.<br />
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Buy two copies.melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680250802018083751.post-57565963963631744712011-12-07T11:42:00.000-08:002011-12-14T19:58:24.004-08:00wynken, blynken, and nod<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUALXSwQEp3fhwPp1NldNHB0y3aJDxmo4vGcVOgrm4c-pTwBdqUrZDjjZclAGL7lqzW2W1g_z7irUl824oxf5pUEzqaA6Iqv4vK8qmrBQ6H3-GBk5t3oQgCCxTRcikbucwpmBFyjdyeA/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibUALXSwQEp3fhwPp1NldNHB0y3aJDxmo4vGcVOgrm4c-pTwBdqUrZDjjZclAGL7lqzW2W1g_z7irUl824oxf5pUEzqaA6Iqv4vK8qmrBQ6H3-GBk5t3oQgCCxTRcikbucwpmBFyjdyeA/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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by eugene field, illustrated by helen page.<br />
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I can recite this sweet little poem for you if you like.<br />
No?<br />
Okay, then, just get this perfectly illustrated storybook.<br />
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Wynken, Blynken, and Nod sail off in a wooden shoe if you didn't know.<br />
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Aren't they cherubic?<br />
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The pages are crinkled and worn from years and years of reading. My son liked this page best. He used to look up at the night sky and say to me,<br />
'Look, Mom, the old moon laughed and sang a song!'<br />
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Isn't the wind pretty? She makes white hair look pretty fashionable.melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680250802018083751.post-58918452016217205872011-12-07T11:36:00.000-08:002011-12-14T19:28:10.319-08:00a very young dancer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMgkxf0gEXWK3DlwkMLKEW76aULwKjBIw1DnIRLfrwNCKLOxYrj8xcMs0DdCd_oa0g4C69J5v0liwjgvM7s44Fip_efGtfX1stg6w6dobpRBesIOKpAl3qDoOr0ERtLYagToB4b5a6C4/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMgkxf0gEXWK3DlwkMLKEW76aULwKjBIw1DnIRLfrwNCKLOxYrj8xcMs0DdCd_oa0g4C69J5v0liwjgvM7s44Fip_efGtfX1stg6w6dobpRBesIOKpAl3qDoOr0ERtLYagToB4b5a6C4/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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by Jill Krementz.<br />
My daughter just began ballet and I've had this book since I was a bunheaded whippersnapper myself. It's frayed and torn around the edges and I hadn't peeked into it for about 20 years, until last week. It was as if I had never closed the cover.<br />
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I love the seventies style clothes and hair.<br />
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The photos are great. It's the story of a young dancer named Stephanie, who attends George Balanchine's School of American Ballet.<br />
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She gets to mingle with some amazing ballerinas.<br />
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There was a series of A Very Young Etc...but I had a one track mind as a child...I was only interested in dancing.<br />
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And horses.<br />
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Oh, and dogs.<br />
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And writing.<br />
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And archaeology.<br />
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P.S. This sells for $189.00 on amazon right now, so I'm holding on tightly to my dust jacket covered copy.melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680250802018083751.post-7218664149952205462011-12-07T11:29:00.000-08:002011-12-14T20:00:56.931-08:00I, Crocodile<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2z_8Kh5hUZMqZT_ZQXPc0D89elkgyJS9xXsRgMHZMgv-Kpifzzh04vf1RyBlD5z8wMTJKXHdE_sC5g6zkIewTSQwfK54i_qt1nKlFK8CsIV4O4k87-P_DPzqy-F6TcUVkGV7CMw1bO8/s1600/IMG_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-2z_8Kh5hUZMqZT_ZQXPc0D89elkgyJS9xXsRgMHZMgv-Kpifzzh04vf1RyBlD5z8wMTJKXHdE_sC5g6zkIewTSQwfK54i_qt1nKlFK8CsIV4O4k87-P_DPzqy-F6TcUVkGV7CMw1bO8/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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I, Crocodile...by Fred Marcellino. Somewhat of a creative genius.<br />
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Crocodile lives in the sewer, where he is quite happy and enjoys his three meals a day, plus snacks.<br />
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He is proud of his rich crocodile heritage.<br />
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Until Napoleon shows up. 'You know, that French guy who thought he owned the world?'<br />
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Incidentally, this is most of what my kids know about Napoleon.<br />
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Croc has some great moves and entertains the tourists after Napoleon captures him.<br />
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He escapes.<br />
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But he's hungry.<br />
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Being good ol' Maurice (ha! Beauty and the Beast! ahem. Sorry. I digressed into Disney for a minute) it is very similar in style to Where the Wild Things Are. A boy goes to bed and has a strange adventure, only Mickey's makes Max's look tame and domesticated.<br />
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Oh look. Some of my pictures did a head stand. How odd. Well, frankly it'd be much easier for me if you'd just turn your head ever so slightly than it would be to make me actually take these off now and start over. Believe me.<br />
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So, anyway, Mickey falls through some kind of space and time continuum and runs into some fat and happy bakers who end up baking him into cake.<br />
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Mostly Moose goes for this book cuz there's a lot of gratuitous nudity. And anytime there's nekkedness involved, a small manchild is gonna be there.<br />
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I love the red nosed bakers.<br />
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He escaped a run in with a loaf of bread.<br />
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Then he falls in some milk. And naturally his clothes fall off again. Cuz that's what happens fourteen times per day when you are a small manchild.<br />
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Don't think about a boy being in milk that will later be used to bake something. We all know what little boys do in the bath water that involves the golden arches and making a homemade jacuzzi.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eventually, Mickey gets out of that strange dream land, shakes off his bread crumbs and hollers COCK*A*DOODLEDOO! We don't know why. Again, boys.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's a classic. Read to your poppets and muppets and small menchild. You'll be glad you did.</span>melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680250802018083751.post-49383469268048497512011-12-07T11:08:00.000-08:002011-12-07T11:08:23.197-08:00socks for supperHere's a gem that I've had since I was little, and is now Gianni's favorite bedtime story:<br />
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Socks For Supper, by Jack Kent.<br />
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Published 1978, which incidentally was an excellent year both for the written word and for short, fluffy, brunettes named Melyssa.<br />
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It still has my handwritten name in the front cover.<br />
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It's about a poor turnip farmer and his wife. They only eat turnips because they're so poor. But one day they decide to trade a pair of socks for some milk and cheese from their neighbor who has a cow. I love the cheese in this picture. So round and plump, and it totally makes me want some Gouda.<br />
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So, they become quite addicted to cheese and milk, but they don't have any more socks to trade. So his wife unravels part of his sweater to knit some more. This goes on until he doesn't have any sweater left.<br />
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I adore his little round belly and his need for a man-sseire.<br />
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Poor farmer. Traipsing through snow and blizzards half nekked, in his quest for a little Gorgonzola. A bit of Cheddar. A taste of bleu. A true cheese lover would do no less. They must have cheese!<br />
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In an ironic twist of fate, the cow farmer's wife had been UNRAVELING the socks in order to knit a sweater for HER husband!<br />
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I know. Didn't exactly see that plot thicken, didja?<br />
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But the sweater doesn't fit the svelte cow farmer.<br />
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So, she gives it to the old man. Because she had noticed, he didn't have one.<br />
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And of course, it fits perfectly.<br />
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I love this book.<br />
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Books make me happy.<br />
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Also, I want cheese.melyssahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01984914375593665050noreply@blogger.com0