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Few make it as recognizable names themselves. &lt;a href="http://www.christinetripp.com/"&gt;Christine Tripp&lt;/a&gt;, however, has pushed herself to the foreground with an adorable character named Penelope, of the &lt;a href="http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/penelope-and-humungous-burp-breaking.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penelope and the Humongous Burp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;fame, as well as &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penelope and the Monsters&lt;/span&gt;, and the upcoming &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Penelope and the Perposterous Birthday Party&lt;/span&gt; book due for release this Spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Born and raised in Ottawa, Ontario, she has been drawing her entire life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christinetripp.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Christine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;is a self-taught multi-award winning artist who illustrated her first book in 1985 for “Meadowbrook Press”. She has since worked for both Scholastic USA and Scholastic Canada, as well as Lobster Press, and Groiler (to name only a few). She works in many areas of cartooning and illustration to include advertising, greeting cards, and magazines. Thankfully her true passion is children’s books!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://christinetripp.com/"&gt;Christine &lt;/a&gt;was kind enough to take time from her busy life as a wife, a mother of four and a grandmother of four, to answer a few questions about the illustration side of the picture book biz. This interview was conducted via email and Christine would like me to mention that she struggles with dyslexia. I think she did a wonderful job, and I am sure you will thoroughly enjoy it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How did you get your start as an illustrator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have always doodled and made up stories for my cartoon characters for as loooong as I remember. My father loved the "Funnies" and would read them to me when I was very young.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much with my illustration ability until my children were all grown and I looked around and thought... darn, I guess I need to get a job now. I wasn't trained to do anything, couldn't even run a cash register, so..... I started submitting samples of illustration to US publishers. It took about a year of rejection before my first REAL book offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Where did you study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I have no training, other then trial and error and lots of practice on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do illustrators have day jobs like most writers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I think most do, even those that seem successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do you think it is more difficult for an illustrator to secure an agent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; think it's just difficult for either an illustrator or a writer to find an agent willing to invest their time and money on you. You must be able to prove, either with past sales or with unique talent, that the agent CAN make a living working with you. You also need that hunger/drive to make your writing or your illustration a career. I think an agent has to sense that about you before they will be willing to take a chance on representation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What project are you most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Hum... good question because I can't say I'm "proud" of anything I have ever drawn. I "liked" doing certain books more then others. I really enjoyed my first book project, an 18 book series with Grolier (mid way into the books it became part of Scholastic) They were Rookie Readers and the author was Larry Dane Brimner. I had never worked with a publisher before, they phoned and offered me 6 books to do over the year. Well, mid way into the work, they offered 6 more, then they turned around and gave me all 18. I think originally they were going to use 3 illustrators per batch. I was so honoured and in that 2 year period I made more money then I had in my whole life (sad huh?:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The books are still around, still used in Schools in the US and Canada and my only regret is I wish I could draw them all over again.... I hate the art:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What is your process behind bringing a story to visual life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm not sure, I read the manuscript, I read it again and then see if there is a voice to the character. After a few readings I begin to "see" what that character looks like, what they would wear, if they would be prim and proper or a disheveled mess. Once I have their personality well established in my mind, it's easy to direct it all down and out through the finger's and the pencil on to paper. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290275253517741554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SWrVUGH27fI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q4CNh-Lp3CA/s320/penelopeAndTheHumongousBurp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How did you decide to make Penelope biracial? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I think there was talk of it by the publisher to some degree right off the bat. I can't take complete credit for it but, with each of the books, she has become more "obviously" biracial and her mother more "obviously" of colour, especially in book 3 of the series. I prefer not to pin point Penelope's families culture, rather I like that any child of colour can then relate to the books characters and make them their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What reactions have you received over it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Great reactions, reactions that give you a really good feeling deep, deep inside. Reviewers seem to point it out and I have had parents write me to say how wonderful it was to finally have a book that their children could relate to, plus just be funny and not an "in your face" non fiction story or have the story be ABOUT the issues of discrimination etc. Just have it be very matter of fact. Sad that we are still in a time where a biracial character brings out any reaction... but we are, sigh:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The time it really hit home for me (that I was glad Penelope was a child of colour) was during a reading I did in an area of Toronto that was made up of a large population of Somali families. The library room was awash with a sea of beautiful shinning, smiling brown faces, and bright, flashing dark eyes staring up at me. It felt so wonderful to show them the illustrations of Penelope, a little girl who COULD be them. That was my most favorite visit ever, it couldn't get any better then that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290287790993909234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SWrgt33HJfI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/myNLnMfOntg/s200/sparkleThing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is a full representation of male and female genders in the other characters, as well as many different races. Were you trying to make a statement, or was that just the way you saw them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;That IS the way I draw. I'm not concious of it anymore but I think it was something that I "learned" way back. I did a lot of illustration work (before books) for many government agencies in Canada and they are extremely careful to be inclusive. After a while, it became second nature to me to include all of society in my illustrations. It just happens now, I like to imagine that this is truly where life imitates art (or at least mine anyway) and visa versa.&lt;br /&gt;I also don't try to make everything EVEN because life is NOT even. So, I do not plot my illustation by saying to myself, this boy will be African Canadian, this girl shall be Aboriginal, this ditch digger will be a woman, etc. It just evolves into what is. I don't control it and I like it that way. Other wise I am sure it would look contrived in the final drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Penelope’s mother is no June Cleaver and her father is no Ward. What motivated you to illustrate them in such a realistic manner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I just don't know. I'm a mom and (even when I was a YOUNG mom) body parts CHANGE ( to put it mildly) after children. Things move north/south/east and west and pretty much remain there, no matter how many trips to the gym:) Dad's? Well I like dad's that are not concerned about their appearance all that much. I just like real is what I will say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Did you meet with much opposition from the art director/ or editor from this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No, which is a nice thing to say:) I think there may have been a bit of a mention about the size of mom's bottom... but obviously not an extreme reaction, cause it's there isn't it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How did Sheri Radclif receive your illustrations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Sheri Radford has been nothing but supportive and my biggest fan. She has always, always said such wonderful things about my drawings, she's been such a great friend and fan! Sheri did comment the day she saw the first drawing of Penelope. I had no idea but Sheri, as a child, had curly dark hair and wore it the same way, little pig tail thingies, as my drawing. She then sent a photo and sure enough, she looked just like Penelope (or Penelope looked like her) I had no idea, before that I had not even communicated with the author, didn't even know her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The dog has become a signature of the “Penelope” books. There is no mention of him in the text. What made you decide to add him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I just love drawing animals/pets, especially dogs. I add them in when ever I can. I did a dog in that Scholastic series I mentioned earlier and the publisher and author fell in love with him. So much so that they started asking me what his name was. I didn't have a name in mind for him but had just recently adopted a puppy from the pound, so I said "Jake" (as that is the name MY dog was given)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The author then wrote one of the books in the series specifically about "Jake":) I just feel that, if there is a child, there should be some sort of wonderful animal right there beside them:) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290288574693710018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SWrhbfXtGMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/yLwBOAZbua0/s200/CoriPlaysFootball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Would you agree that all great illustrators add a second layer of story, or can a great illustrator simply stick to the text?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No, in my opinion an illustrator HAS to add their story, visually, to the text. There is nothing more boring then illustrating only the words and, I assume, looking at pictures that just illustrate the words. I mean, why repeat the same thing twice? It's so much fun to find a story inside a story I think. A small child who can not read yet can open a picture book and make up the story based only on the illustrations alone. Even as the story is being read to him/her, they are "getting it" by looking at the art. Give them the story in the art but give them more then that, give them the ability to tell the story in their own way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do you have much interaction with the author, while illustrating their ms? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Not usually, you often know nothing more about them then their name but with Sheri, after the first book, yes, we are now pals:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What sorts of things are illustrators required to revise in edits? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;With text revision, it's not till you begin to put the story down visually that you notice inconsistances in the text perhaps, or things that just do not make sense or words that can be eliminated, as you can best show them in the art. As for art revisions, it's most likely that the character say, on page 3, does not look the same on page 14 or you have drawn someone in long sleeves on page 9 when they appeared in short sleeves on page 3. Placement and spacing are big issues as is not leaving enough room for text or leaving toooooo much room and the page is now, visually, not interesting enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Most of the time, change requests by the Art Director serve to make a much better illustration (though it's always a little hard to hear and not take too personally:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290276794349856242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SWrWtyK3JfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UxSM0VcY6dE/s200/PenelopeAndTheMonsters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Are there any more “Penelope” books in the making? If so, when can we expect to see them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The third book is done and coming out Spring (March?) 09. It's called, "Penelope and the Preposterous Birthday Party". I've never drawn so many monkey's in my life:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Three books would definitely make it a series. A picture book series that doesn’t involve a licensed character seems to be somewhat rare these days. Do you think that Penelope will be made into a cartoon character? If so, what are your feelings about having so many other hands interpreting your work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Wouldn't that be a hoot?:) I'd love it, and I don't think I would have a problem with an animator doing Penelope. Granted animation is not going to look the same, as you can not get all detailed about it but... I think that's OK. I'd love to be a little involved, just because it would be exciting! I doubt anything like this will happen but it would be cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Are you working on any other projects? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm not doing any trade books at the moment but am working on educational text book illustrations for a Korean book publisher and some small projects. I keep sending out my own picture book dummy, hoping I can find a publisher interested in it and continue to do mailers. Finding work is always a job in itself and it never gets any easier:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290277834576728786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SWrXqVURktI/AAAAAAAAAJo/AJErWCHxO6Q/s200/daredevilDan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What illustrators do you admire? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I love Denise Brunkus (Junie B. Jones fame), Lynn Munsinger, too many to list really. I tend to be drawn to art that is full of fun and a great sense of humour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What advice do you have for aspiring illustrators? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Do not think it will be easy, get ready for a long road of self promotion and rejection. It may not work out that way, but if it happens faster, it will just be a pleasant surprise. Talent is not enough, it's a lot of hard work, it's not all fun and self expression. Illustration IS a job and you DO have a boss, many of them in fact. The publisher, the art director, the adults that buy and review your work and, ultimately, the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Often an illustrator will feel that demanding a fair rate for their work, commercializing their art, is distasteful. Examine why you want to be an illustrator and realize that everyone in the book industry thinks of it as just that, an INDUSTRY and everyone, from the publisher down to the receptionist and mail room person makes their living in this industry. Perhaps you want a different career and retain your art as an enjoyable hobby. It's serious business, just because you love what you do, be it teaching, treating the sick, it does not mean you should not be able to make your living at it as well. (off my soap box now:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290275824351283602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SWrV1UpLiZI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Seju4ExutDw/s200/BestPet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Do you have any words of wisdom to offer picture book authors, when it comes to dealing with the visual interpretation of their work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Oh, I wouldn't want to give advise on something I know nothing about... even though that doesn't always stop me:) Perhaps to always keep in mind what you need to say in text and what you can leave out, because it can be said just as well or perhaps better in the illustration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What is the most important ability that an illustrator must possess? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Determination, Drive, Patience and Professionalism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Once again, when can we expect to see the new “Penelope” book in stores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPRING 09, horrrrrray!:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Honors and Awards:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Penelope and the Humongous Burp", Second Place, OLA "Blue Spruce"Award 2006. Voted on by the Young Readers of Ontario.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Penelope and the Humongous Burp", awarded the Gold, "Mom's Choice Award", 2005 at Book Expo NYC. (Judges included, executive producer of Reading Rainbow (PBS) and the creator of Baby Einstein!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Penelope and the Humongous Burp", picked as one of the Top 10 books for 2004, by "The Canadian Toy Testing Council", Children's Choice &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Penelope and the Humongous Burp", nominated for the "IPPY", 2005, "Independent Publisher Book Awards".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Penelope and the Monsters", Nominated for BC Chocolate Lily Award, to be announced in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Judge: "National Newspaper Awards" editorial cartooning division, 2001 Chief Judge: "National Newspaper Awards" editorial cartooning division, 2002 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria International Cartoon Festival, second place for published cartoon strip, 1985. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Learn more about Christine by checking out her fantastic website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christinetripp.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://www.christinetripp.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Or, look at some of the books she has illustrated:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christinetripp.com/bookpage.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://www.christinetripp.com/bookpage.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-8103148853980551801?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/8103148853980551801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=8103148853980551801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/8103148853980551801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/8103148853980551801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2009/01/terifically-talented-christine-tripp.html' title='Interview from the Other Side of the PB Biz- Christine Tripp!'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SWuG85Y0mWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OxnRdWWXRhM/s72-c/jakeandmepondweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-8231681262878990288</id><published>2008-09-22T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:06:12.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H.J. Bennett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M.S.Weber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Scoop on Poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It Hurts When I Poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magination Press'/><title type='text'>It Hurts When I Poop- The Scoop on Poop - it stinks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SNh4JTkMAdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UsjIcaQt9x4/s1600-h/poop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249077466966524370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SNh4JTkMAdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UsjIcaQt9x4/s320/poop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Howard J. Bennett, M.D. (auth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;M.S Weber (ill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Magination Press 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ages: toddler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ISBN 10: 1433801310&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;           13: 9781433801310 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wanted to like this one. I really did. I mean with a title like &lt;strong&gt;It Hurts When I Poop,&lt;/strong&gt; well, that was enough, alone to put it on my radar. However, I am sad to say, this book fell very short of its potential and left me wondering &lt;em&gt;Did an editor actually read this book?&lt;/em&gt; And &lt;em&gt;Did a High School student illustrate it?&lt;/em&gt; I think this is a classic example of what happens when an “expert” tries to write a children’s book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Bennett started with a brilliant concept. Often children have a fear of the big BM because of the pain they may experience. The story begins with one such boy, Ryan. Concerned, his parents take him to the doctor. It is then that the plot lags into the depths of amateurishness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor relates a story to Ryan about a coyote, Bill that does not like to clean up after himself. Eventually his house becomes jammed full of garbage and he cannot function in it. His parents convince him to clean it up. After he does, he feels so great, he throws a party. Good metaphor, I would have worked on it a bit more, though. And, most importantly, I would have chopped Bill’s whole saga in half, at least. It wanes on far too long and competes for attention with Ryan’s story. I’m unsure what the main plot is supposed to be. Is Ryan’s story framing Bill’s, or is Bill’s complimenting Ryan’s? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lustre and quality of the illustrations is also compromised in an attempt to separate the two stories. I’m no artist, but I would have substituted a different pallet of colours rather than minimize Bill’s pages to just brown and white (there is colour for Bill's party). Not since Winnie the Poo have those type of illustrations been able to satisfy a child. The lack of style and imagination does not speak well to Weber’s talents as an illustrator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to continue on- the doctor draws the comparison for Ryan and shows him how his food travels through his body. The illustrations to accompany this portion, while consistent with the quality of the others, could be quite useful to any parent struggling with potty training. The diagrams clearly show how the food travels and turns into poop, which makes explaining the process a whole lot easier. However, they could easily have been merged into one illustration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are helpful suggestions on what foods to eat to soften poops, and which ones to avoid. There is also a list of activities to help your child envision the BM process. These are wonderful components of this book, labelled the "Poop Program". But really? Line drawings with zero in the expression department, competing plots, overload of info? I’d chop a few hundred words, hire a decent illustrator, and package it all a little differently (I could go on about that), then this book would really be something to write about. It could be a real classic potty training book. It already has the title. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I feel like this is one of those books that &lt;a href="http://editorialanonymous.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-spam-editors-part-5.html"&gt;EA was spammed with&lt;/a&gt;, though this was published by legitimate people-the American Psychological Association. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again, people, please get an editor that has some experience with writing something other than a thesis ...please. I still want to like this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Hurts When I Poop &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;given a five star rating on Amazon and there are plenty of parents over there who are singing its praises. But, I stand by my guns. Looking at this book from a writer's point of view, it fell short, even if the concept was great and arguably useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, 2 ¾ year-old son is also a fan of this book. Well, not the whole thing, just the poop diagrams, but he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a toddler, and a boy, and loves anything to do with his bodily functions. He’s not going to grow out of that, is he? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-8231681262878990288?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/8231681262878990288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=8231681262878990288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/8231681262878990288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/8231681262878990288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-hurts-when-i-poop-scoop-on-poop-it.html' title='It Hurts When I Poop- The Scoop on Poop - it stinks!'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SNh4JTkMAdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/UsjIcaQt9x4/s72-c/poop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-8382002851273131755</id><published>2008-09-21T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:54:06.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brillante Weblog Premio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SNaUKV4UI7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/iITXuM-NZLg/s1600-h/Brillante_Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248545321139839922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SNaUKV4UI7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/iITXuM-NZLg/s320/Brillante_Award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wow! Can you believe it? This blog has been nominated by &lt;a href="http://www.annickpressblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annick Press&lt;/a&gt; for the Brillante Weblog Primio. Thank you Annick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to pass on the appreciation. Here's my nominees, im no specific order (because I love you all):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://editorialanonymous.blogspot.com/"&gt;Editorial Anonymous&lt;/a&gt; This is the place to be checking, frequently, if you are a writer or illustrator. You can aske her questions (which are answered fairly promptly), get involved in a very heated discussion in the comments section, or simply read and learn. Trust me, check this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bugsandbunnies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim at Bugs and Bunnies&lt;/a&gt;. This is the best unpublished children's writer blog, I know of. Kim relates hilarious ancidotes that range from her housekeeping woes, to her son's tiny acts of rebellion. She also does a wonderful book review and author profile every Friday, has a holidays calender (every day is a day to celebrate), writes articles on strange and interesting facts, and has a little something for fans of Calvin and Hobbes. There's more, but you'll have to head over there and see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kmessner.livejournal.com/"&gt;Kate Messner of Kate's Book Blog&lt;/a&gt;. Here's my favourite published children's author's blog. I met Kate on the Verla Kay discussion board, and thank goodness! Her blog is invaluable for any writer looking to break into the business. She freely posts her methods for revision and provides plenty of insight into everything that crosses the path of a published writer. There is a whole lot going on over there, as she is working on a book, right now, and her YA book, &lt;strong&gt;Champlain and the Silent One&lt;/strong&gt; has just been released. She also posts a weekly "Friday Five" that you won't want to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pubrants.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristen at Pub Rants&lt;/a&gt; (that's "publishing" rants) has all the lowdown from the agent's trenches. Ever wonder how exactly an agent earns their comission? Give her a visit and you'll see. She also posts helpful hints for writers and ponders the great questions of the biz. Her format is wonderful. I love the "status updates", and "what's playing on the ipod".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://editorialass.blogspot.com/"&gt;Moonrat at Editorial Ass&lt;/a&gt; is like the symoathetic big sister of the writing world. An author and editorial assistant, you can bet she's got some interesting posts, sprinkled with tidbits of life in NYC. At least check out the &lt;a href="http://editorialass.blogspot.com/2008/09/adventures-in-little-italy.html"&gt;"pistola"&lt;/a&gt; post -not for kids, but very funny. You'd be interested in the "mischief" she runs with (haer group of long time blog friends) , too. It seems everyweek another one scores a deal or releases a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://writingontheedge.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laurie at Writing on the Edge&lt;/a&gt; is a refreshing read, especially for Christian readers/writers. I was actually surprised to discover a suspense/ thriler book blog written by a Christian Author. While your religious views may understandably differ, it is nice to find something entertaining that doesn't involve the total corrosion of societal values. She posts on a wide variety of topics, writes great book reviews and conducts the odd interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules for next recipients of the Brillante Weblog Premio are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. The award may be displayed on a winner’s blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add a link to the person you received the award from.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate up to seven other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add their links to your blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Add a message to each person that you have passed the award on in the comments section of their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-8382002851273131755?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/8382002851273131755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=8382002851273131755&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/8382002851273131755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/8382002851273131755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/09/brillante-weblog-premio.html' title='Brillante Weblog Premio'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SNaUKV4UI7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/iITXuM-NZLg/s72-c/Brillante_Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-4311199440194474613</id><published>2008-08-20T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:39:52.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things to Look Forward to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, the Sanctuary has gone to seed over the past couple of months. But, never fear, now that I'm all healed up, I'll be slipping into my gloves and dropping some more seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can look forward to an interview with a devinely quirky gal. She's not a writer, but you'll want to read what she has to say, because she is going to shed some light on an often ignored aspect of the Picture Book world. I'll give you a hint: She's the brain behind a very special little biracial girl and her dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'll be dumping a whole heap of fertilizer on the garden, some time soon. Yup. That means more potty book reviews. And while I try very hard to keep it positive around here, there's a bit of a doozie in the bunch, even though the title is pricelss. You won't want to miss my first ever semi-bad review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I better get at it. I'll see you all soon. And thanks for hanging in there while I took a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-4311199440194474613?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/4311199440194474613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=4311199440194474613&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/4311199440194474613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/4311199440194474613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/08/some-things-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Some Things to Look Forward to'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-5899614763171198738</id><published>2008-06-14T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:29.423-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Kusugak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arctic Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamonds from the Tundra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annick Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vladyana Krykorka'/><title type='text'>Arctic Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSgDn4ou-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Abfzv2_F7is/s1600-h/arcticstories1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211966652881091554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSgDn4ou-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Abfzv2_F7is/s320/arcticstories1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Arvaarluk Kusugak (auth)&lt;br /&gt;Vladyana Langer Krykorka (ill)&lt;br /&gt;Annick Press 1998&lt;br /&gt;Ages 4-7 40 pages&lt;br /&gt;softcover ISBN 10: 1550374524&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 9781550374520&lt;br /&gt;hardcover ISBN 10: 1550374532&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 9781550374537&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In &lt;em&gt;Arctic Stories&lt;/em&gt;, Michael Kusugak recounts three stories, from his own childhood, through the eyes of Agatha, a young Inuit girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, &lt;em&gt;Agatha and the Ugly Black Thing&lt;/em&gt;, was inspired by an event that happened in Kusugak’s community in 1958. It was then that a large helium filled airship, called a ZPG-2, carrying a scientific expedition, passed over the settlement near Repulse Bay. The people were terrified of the black aircraft that looked like a bomb. They began to run, panicked. Kusugak uses this event as the driving force in a story that describes, in brilliant detail, the awakening of the Arctic, in spring, substituting a little girl, for himself. This sleepy little girl, Agatha grows tired of running and becomes angry. She shouts at the ugly black thing which goes away. She is a hero, but being a typical child, she is too sleepy to walk back, and is carried home, sleeping. &lt;em&gt;Agatha and the Ugly Black Thing&lt;/em&gt; is concluded with my favourite of Vladyana Langer Krykorka’s illustrations- Agatha nestled in her father’s arms, sucking her thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second story, &lt;em&gt;Agatha and the Most Amazing Bird&lt;/em&gt;, sprang out of another childhood memory of Kusugak’s. When he was a young boy, his grandmother befriended a raven by feeding it. As a result, the bird felt an attachment to her. Again, it is Agatha, not Kusugak, who moves this story. Anyone interested in birds will revel in this tale. Kusugak gives an amazing amount of detail, following not only the physical changes undergone by the raven throughout the seasons, but also the amazing spectar of the many migratory birds, as well. I found it hard to read because my daughter, Koogiook (Swan) could not stop asking questions. I love a story that ignites wonder and curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final story, &lt;em&gt;Agatha goes to School&lt;/em&gt;, is based on a less happy time in Kusugak’s life. Agatha is taken by plane, along with two of her friends (who were named for two of Kusugak’s real life classmates) to the residential school at Churchill. The realities of residential school are touched on in a very delicate manner that make it easy for young children to understand that it was not always a kind and loving place, without giving them nightmares or scaring them from going to school. In this tale, Agatha decides that she would rather ski than skate, having had little success on the ice, even though her friends would rather skate. It turns out lucky that she has chosen to bring skis when Father Fafard (a well liked priest) falls through the ice of the RCMP Lake. The skis are resourcefully used to rescue the drowning priest. A plethora of images from Kusugak’s childhood, are present in this story- from the nuns that sang like angels (but were definitely not angels) to the RCMP members hacking ice from the lake for their own use, and the talented skills of Father Fafard on a pair of skates. This is a relevant story for your children (if you are Canadian) as they are likely to be exposed to the concept of residential school, over the next few years. With the recent (and very long overdue) apology by Stephen Harper to the students of the residential schools, and a truth a reconciliation committee slated, the media will be ripe with discussions of the subject. This truly is an important read for anyone, regardless of heritage. It may be a part of our cultural and historical experiences as Canadians, but speaks to the experiences of humanity as a whole. If you are a teacher, this is a great story to use in your classroom, as no doubt the social sciences curriculum will be expanded, considerably, to include more education about residential schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This set of stories is a wonderful resource for any parent or teacher interested in the Arctic, the Inuit, or even just another way of life. &lt;em&gt;Arctic Stories&lt;/em&gt; constructs a (vanishing) world that is filled with fears of technology, wonder at the abundance of Mother Nature’s fauna, and heartache at the hands of those who would consider themselves more civilized. You cannot help but come away from reading &lt;em&gt;Arctic Stories&lt;/em&gt;, with a sense that you have been given a very special peek into another human’s collection of experiences. We can be grateful, once again, to Kusugak for pulling back the curtains and turning on the light.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-5899614763171198738?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/5899614763171198738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=5899614763171198738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/5899614763171198738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/5899614763171198738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/06/arctic-stories.html' title='Arctic Stories'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSgDn4ou-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/Abfzv2_F7is/s72-c/arcticstories1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-6899116111771993478</id><published>2008-06-14T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:29.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Kusugak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hide and Sneak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamonds from the Tundra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vladyana Langer Krykorka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annick Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inuksugak'/><title type='text'>Hide and Sneak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSfuZCJqXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/g91siDVFB5M/s1600-h/hideandsneak1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211966288117213554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSfuZCJqXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/g91siDVFB5M/s320/hideandsneak1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Arvaarluk Kusugak (auth)&lt;br /&gt;Vladyana Krykorka (ill)&lt;br /&gt;Annick Press 1992&lt;br /&gt;Ages: 4-7 32 pages&lt;br /&gt;softcover ISBN 10: 1550372289&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 9781550372281&lt;br /&gt;hardcover ISBN 10: 1550372297&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 9781550372298&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hide and Sneak &lt;/em&gt;paints a serene portrait of an Arctic summer, while exploring Inuit folklore. Young Allashua wanders off, one day, while playing hide and sneak. She explores poonds, chases butterflies and even meets the fabled &lt;em&gt;Ijiraq&lt;/em&gt;. It is said that when this bashful creature hides a child, they can never be found. Allashua is clever, though and tricks the &lt;em&gt;Ijiraq&lt;/em&gt; into leading her back. However, the &lt;em&gt;Ijiraq&lt;/em&gt; vanishes on Allashua, before she has made it safely home. It is then that Allashua sees a distant &lt;em&gt;Inukusugaq (Inukshuk)&lt;/em&gt;. She follows this, until she sees her family's camp. Her family are relieved to have their daughter return. It is then that Allashua's father explains that the &lt;em&gt;Inukusugak&lt;/em&gt; is to help people find their way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Michael Kusugak lays out such a vivid picture, through Allashua's eyes, that one feels like they are exploring the Arctic in summer, themself. This book would make an excellent suplement for any class studying a unit about the Arctic. My own children (2 1/2 and 4 3/4) were engrossed in the amazing detail and charmed by the &lt;em&gt;Ijiraq.&lt;/em&gt; Many parents may be turned off by the word length of Kusgak's books, but my finding is that his mastery with words keeps my little inspirations captivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Vladyana Krykorka, has illustrate this book beautifully, infusing Allashua's face with touching expressions, and brining to life the various creatures of Kusugak's tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;With the&lt;em&gt; Inukusugak &lt;/em&gt;everywhere, escpecially in light of the Vancouver Olympics, this is a wonderful way to learn more about it, while enjoying a vivid and imaginative read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-6899116111771993478?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/6899116111771993478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=6899116111771993478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/6899116111771993478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/6899116111771993478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/06/hide-and-sneak.html' title='Hide and Sneak'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSfuZCJqXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/g91siDVFB5M/s72-c/hideandsneak1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-7216740362936527612</id><published>2008-06-14T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:29.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Kusugak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamonds from the Tundra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Wants Rocks. Annick Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vladyana Langer Krykorka'/><title type='text'>Who Wants Rocks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSfdEcas9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6PDJ2Y699_8/s1600-h/whowantsrocks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211965990532461522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSfdEcas9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6PDJ2Y699_8/s320/whowantsrocks1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Arvaarluk Kusugak (auth)&lt;br /&gt;Vladyana Krykorka (ill)&lt;br /&gt;Annick Press 1999&lt;br /&gt;Ages: 4-7 24 pages&lt;br /&gt;softcover ISBN 10: 155037881&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 9781550375886&lt;br /&gt;hardcover ISBN 10: 155037589x&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 9781550375893&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who Wants Rocks? &lt;/em&gt; is a poignant environmental tale, and stands out as a unique work from the rest of Michael Arvaarluk Kusugak’s stories. On the dedication page, he writes, “People talk about moving mountains. Yukon Territory, in Arctic Canada, is the only place on earth I know where they actually do it. This story came to me in Dawson City, Yukon.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move mountains? Yes, that’s right. Isn’t it amazing what greed can drive human’s to accomplish. &lt;em&gt;Who Wants Rocks? &lt;/em&gt;tells the story of a prospector named, Old Joe. His discovery of gold in a stream sets off the Yukon Gold Rush. Each time he is lucky enough to find gold in a mountain, his excitement gets the better of him and he gives away his discovery. The other miners are quick to reduce that mountain to a pile of rubble. Little Mountain watches all of this. She watches as North Mountain falls, and then another. She feels a deep sadness and empathy as the great mounds are picked to rubble. At last, Old Joe climbs Little Mountain, but despite all his hard work, all he finds are rocks. So, he shouts out “Rocks!” instead of “Gold!” this time. The other miners shout back, “Rocks? Who wants rocks?” Old Joe climbs a mountain to the east and repeats his cry. It is then that he realizes that every time he finds gold, others strike it rich, but wealth still eludes him. He sits to rest and gazes out at Little Mountain. He becomes aware of the all of the wildlife that is supported by the mountain. He notices that people camp on her slope. He builds himself a home where he can view Little Mountain, having found the true riches he had dreamed of. No more mountains are invaded by miners because of him, and he finds a deep love for rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is touching in a “&lt;em&gt;Giving Tree&lt;/em&gt;” sort of way. The three inspirations (ok, well just the two eldest) were very moved by this story, and it was a topic of conversation, for them, for a very long time after we first read it. While it has not received enormous commercial success, it is my hope that it will slowly grow in the book buying public’s awareness. This is one of those books that should be on every school reading list. It speaks of greed and the consequences of it, it recounts an important piece of Canadian history, and it holds a contemporary tale of care for the environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message of environmentalism, in this book, cannot help but hit its mark with children. Gold holds little wonder for children. A mountain being reduced to rubble is simply repulsive. This is compared to Little Mountain who was left unharmed. As usual, Kusugak paints her with such brilliant imagery that you cannot help but yearn to see her and bask in her abundant ecosystem. Even adults (and we are famed for our greed), will clearly prefer an intact mountain to a shiny little rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vladyana Langer Krykorka illustrates Old Joe with charm and character. But don’t expect to see traces of A Promise is A Promise, here. Who Wants Rocks is a showcase of Krykorka’s vast vocabulary as an artist. These pages are filled with something completely different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much room for discussion, in this book. If you are a teacher, or even just a parent who enjoys challenging your child to examine their values, you will love &lt;em&gt;Who Wants Rocks?&lt;/em&gt; It is the type of tale that will creep into your bones and stay with you long after you have closed the cover. This book deserves to have a place as a Canadian classic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-7216740362936527612?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/7216740362936527612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=7216740362936527612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/7216740362936527612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/7216740362936527612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/06/who-wants-rocks.html' title='Who Wants Rocks?'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSfdEcas9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/6PDJ2Y699_8/s72-c/whowantsrocks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-2877345463904128769</id><published>2008-06-14T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:29.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Kusugak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Munsch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamonds from the Tundra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Promise is a Promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vladyana Krykorka'/><title type='text'>A Promise is A Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSfIVjUD0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NtzvcRQfvbs/s1600-h/promise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211965634347536194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSfIVjUD0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NtzvcRQfvbs/s320/promise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Munsch &amp;amp; Michael Kusugak (auths)&lt;br /&gt;Vladyana Krkorka (ill)&lt;br /&gt;Annick Press 1998&lt;br /&gt;Ages: 4-7 32 pages&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 10: 155037009X&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 9781550370096&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am not even sure where to start, when it comes to &lt;em&gt;A Promise is A Promise&lt;/em&gt;. Robert Munsch, Michael Kusugak, and Vladyana Krykorka. These are the thoroughbreds of the Annick stable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Promise is A Promise &lt;/em&gt;is the story of a defiant girl, Allashua, and her encounter with the mythical Quallapilluit. She is warned not to fish in the cracks in the sea ice, but ignores her parents advice. While alone, out on the sea ice, she is vulnerable to the Qualllapilluit who prey on children who are not with their parents. They pull her into the sea. In a desperate attempt to save herself, she promises to bring her brothers and sisters for the Quallapilluit. They throw her out of the sea and she is able to make it to her doorstep before losing consiousness. That is where her mother and father find her. After Allashua is revived, she owns up to what she has done. Her parents are disapointed with her, but they devise a clever plan to help their remorseful daughter. While the Quallapilluit are distracted, Allashua takes her brothers and sisters to the cracks in te sea ice. The evil beings are unaware that the children are there and thus miss their chance to claim their victims. After it is certain that the children are safe, Allashua shows much more caution, having learned her lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There is no filler in this book. You can expect a nice hunk of meat. The imagery is something you can sink your chops into. Allashua taunts the Quallapilluit by saying that they "smell like a dead whale in the summertime", and their voices are described as sounding like "snow blowing over the ice". It will set your child's imagination on fire. And as if the descriptiveness of the story wasn't enough, the pages are filled with Krykorka's best work (ok, that's just my opinion, but I think it is a fair one). Her visual interpretation of the Quallapilluit would make you believe the creatures real, as if she painted them while they posed for her in her studio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kusugak and Munsch have written a book with a rich plot that appeals to the human experience of both the parent and the child. And have done so, wrapped up in an ancient piece of lore (that takes a bit of work). Allashua's defiant rational is spelled out for us, in the beginning in a way that children can relate to, and parents will become npstalgic over. When she finds herself in trouble, her parents do not rant and rave at her (like I would likely do, at least until page 28). They agree that her mistake was dumb, but as loving parents, they help her find a solution. We know, as caregivers that we would walk barefoot across the Arctic Circle for our children. It will tug at your heart strings. As for the munchkins (that's who the book is for right?), it is important for them to be reassured by a message of parents who will forgive anything and continue to love them. Clearly Allashua has made a whale of a mistake (one of those ones rotting in the summer), but the story is not didactic. We experience the remorse of Allashua, and the desperation of her parents. While a mythical story, the human element is raw and genuine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As for my three inspirations, Koogiook (swan), Bunikpuk (big daughter), and Ukluk (bear), the real critics in this house, we've had the book for over a year and it comes off of the shelf more than once a week. I love reading it, their father loves reading it, their grandmother loves reading it, they love hearing it, and filling in the words they have now memorized (pretty much the whole book). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you haven't read it, please, do. You will be well satisfied by the methods used to deceive the Quallapilluit. History, Anthropology, Mythology (and a whole lot more), wrapped in a thick fatty coating of delicious language. I rate it at the top of my all time favourite children's books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-2877345463904128769?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/2877345463904128769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=2877345463904128769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/2877345463904128769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/2877345463904128769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/06/promise-is-promise.html' title='A Promise is A Promise'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSfIVjUD0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NtzvcRQfvbs/s72-c/promise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-5844161540636208065</id><published>2008-06-14T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:30.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Kusugak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orca Book Publishers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Munsch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annick Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Promise is a Promise'/><title type='text'>Michael Arvaarluk Kusugak: Storyteller, Man's Man, Children's Author</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSekd6-2uI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ez1hTXVVKVU/s1600-h/kusu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211965018119002850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SFSekd6-2uI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ez1hTXVVKVU/s320/kusu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; It was late April, 1948, and the temperature was between -25C and -30C when Kusugak and his wife, Kukik, travelled by dog sled to Qatiktalik (Cape Fullerton), NWT (now Nunavut). It was there in a small sod hut, on a beach along the west coast of Hudson Bay, that Kukik bore a baby boy. Shortly after giving birth, the family continued on to Repulse Bay, which is located in the Arctic Circle. Times were hard. At one point, Kukik’s milk even dried up because Kusugak had not had a successful hunt in a long time. The baby cried, until a friend shared his stores with the family and Kukik’s milk returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sound like a synopsis for a Michael Arvaarluk Kusugak book? Well, it isn’t. What it is is a recount of his beginnings in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Michael Kusugak spent his first twelve years in Repulse Bay, a community that was home to a Hudson’s Bay Company fur-trading post (where people could trade pelts for supplies like bullets and flour), and that only ran the flag up the pole when an airplane was coming. The people of the community spent their winters in igloos and their summers in tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One day, when Michael was seven, an airplane came that would alter his life. The plane would carry off Michael, and the children of Repulse Bay, taking them from their nomadic life of hunting and fishing, to attend residential school. Michael attended school in Chesterfield Inlet, Rankin Inlet, Yellowknife, Churchill and Saskatoon, before becoming one of the first Inuit from the Eastern Arctic to graduate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Michael did not take to school, in the beginning. He spoke no English and claims to have cried the entire first year. After his first summer vacation, the resourceful child hid in the hills, until he saw the plane leave- successfully skipping school for an entire year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Michael did prove to be a good student, though. He showed an ability to command the written word, early on. However, with home calling his heart, he dropped out after his first year of university and returned to Repulse Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But fate had not forgotten Michael. It visited him in the form of Robert Munsch, who stayed with Michael, while touring the North. Michael took the famous author hunting and fishing and entertained him with the stories he had been told by elders, when he was a boy. Robert Munsch asked Michael to write some of these down and send them to him in Guelph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The rest, as they say, was history. After several drafts, Annick Press finally agreed to publish &lt;em&gt;A Promise is a Promise&lt;/em&gt;. It is then that Michael met another important person, Vladyana Krykorka, who would illustrate his many books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Several books followed &lt;em&gt;A Promise is a Promise&lt;/em&gt; (for a list see below), as well as plays. He even received the Ruth Schwartz Award in 1994, for his book &lt;em&gt;Northern Lights&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Michael’s skills as a storyteller are legendary. He blends his ability to tell tales with such traditional Inuit methods for story telling as using string and bones as props for illustration. As the father of four sons and the eldest child of twelve, himself, he no doubt, had a great deal of practice entertaining, long before he found fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Michael is in high demand to speak at schools, libraries, museums, and conferences such as the Northern Hearts Festival and the Allainait Festival in Igaluit(where he will be on the 24th of this month, telling stories and teaching string game workshops). His latest book is &lt;em&gt;Igvillu: The Littlest Sled Dog&lt;/em&gt; , published by Orca Book Publishers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more booking information, or more information on this amazing author, visit his website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://michaelkusugak.com/"&gt;http://michaelkusugak.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*A Promise is a Promise (co-authored w/ Robert Munsch) (Annick Press, 1989)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Baseball Bats For Christmas (Annick Press, 1990)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Hide and Sneak (Annick Press, 1992)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*My Arctic 1, 2, 3 (Annick Press, 1996)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Arctic Stories (Annick Press, 1999)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*The Curse of the Shaman, A Marble Island Story (Harper- Trophy, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;* Igvillu: The Littlest Sled Dog (Orca Book Publishers) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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Michael Kusugak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love You Forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Promise is a Promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Paper Bag Princess'/><title type='text'>Interview with Robert Munsch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SD7iAl1BmaI/AAAAAAAAADE/CUWAXkOCOPY/s1600-h/HPIM0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205846719069264290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SD7iAl1BmaI/AAAAAAAAADE/CUWAXkOCOPY/s320/HPIM0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This past Sunday, I was able to live out every children's writer's fantasy, and talk with Robert Munsch! After performing for 1 1/2 hours, and signing autographs for 2 hours, he was wonderful enough to sit with me, and my children, as well as my two nieces, their mom, my mother-in-law and my husband, for an interview. I can verify&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;that, yes, he really is that great. My children decided to make him an honourary cowboy and decorated an interesting cowboy hat for him, which he donned immediately. They happily spent the duration of the interview, raiding the cookies they made him, and Robert Munsch didn't seem to mind sharing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am relieved to anounce that my husband no longer thinks I belong in the looney bin. I have been to a few rock concerts in my day, and this event would most certainly compare. I tried to taks a picture of the crazy lineup, but even with panorama, I couldn't even start to fit it all in. It was nice to hear my husband say "wow! Is he really this big?" because to him, Robert Munsch just writes great children's stories. And then there were the hordes of screaming children, stretching their hands in the air for a chance to be in a story, never mind the endless autograph line. "See," I said to my husband. "It's not just me." He still thinks I am slightly more obsessive than the average parent ... and I porbably am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, my hugest thanks to Robert Munsch and his very thoughtful and courteous staff. This household thinks that Robert Munsch is a fantastic person. I could not think of anyone who deserves success more. We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;will cherish the memory, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What is your favourite book, by another author?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My favourite book by another author is a book called &lt;em&gt;Blank Slate&lt;/em&gt; by Steven Pinker”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What is your favourite book that you have written?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mortimer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What book are you most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think, &lt;em&gt;Love you Forever&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wish that you could go back and edit something in a book that’s already been published?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Oh yes. Sometimes I can get the publisher to change a book that is already out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mortimer&lt;/em&gt;, my first book, has five different texts, I think. Then the publisher said, “This is ridiculous. When they’re out, they stay out.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself a child masquerading as a grown up, or an adult who likes to be a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I consider myself an adult who likes to listen to children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Was your childhood happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Books like &lt;em&gt;Millicent and the Wind&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Stephanie’s Ponytail&lt;/em&gt; explore alienation and ostracism. Were you familiar with those, as a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ah yeh. I didn’t do very well in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often paint teachers and principals in an ill light. They are quite often the butt of jokes in books such as &lt;em&gt;Show and Tell&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;We Share Everything&lt;/em&gt;. Are you playing to your audience or expressing childhood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;’m playing to my audience and also getting revenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Characters such as Jule-Anne and Moira are very clever. Did you often outwit the adults, or is that an expression of an alter-ego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It’s pure fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaking of alter-egos, I have heard you are a Batman fan. I was wondering, which one of your books do you think he would like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think Batman would like &lt;em&gt;Purple Green and Yellow&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What was the inspiration behind &lt;em&gt;From Far Away&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A kid wrote me a letter about her first Halloween in Canada. She had just arrived from the civil war in Lebanon and she freaked out. I used that letter to write that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Was there a specific thing in the story that touched you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;She was just so upset, I think that when she cried and her dad had to come and get her. And she didn’t know how to ask where the bathroom was and she crawled under people’s desks and snuck out of the room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Speaking of the bathroom, my son’s favourite expression when he has to pee is “I have to go peeEE”. I was wondering, as a parent and a former daycare worker, do you have any potty training advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How did A &lt;em&gt;Promise is A Promise&lt;/em&gt; come about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wrote it with an Inuit friend of mine, Michael Kusugak. I stayed with his family he told me about the Quallapilluit and we wrote that story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Is that how Michael Kusugak got his start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes that’s how come he got his start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the inspiration behind The Paper Bag Princess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was telling stories to kids about princes and princesses, but they were just regular stories. Then one of the mothers said, “have you noticed there are not many princes is in this stupid lumber town. You should change that story.” So, I changed it and the kids liked it very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is considered culturally significant, both in its message of self-esteem and feminism. Was that completely by accident, or was some of that intentional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No. That was not by accident, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, that was quite intentional to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you receive many letters from adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don’t receive a whole lot, but that is obviously an adult favourite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you answer the letters from the adults, as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What advice do you have to offer other writers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Get a job, first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you have any advice for editing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nobody’s first draft works, on some level. It requires constant revision to get it to where it needs to be. But you have to know when to say enough is enough. I would say, you’ll never get it just right. There eventually comes a point when you have to say “stop”. It never gets good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Did you always want to be a writer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No. I wanted to be anything but a writer. I couldn’t spell in school. My boss made me be a writer. I put off writing but my daycare boss told me he would fire me if I didn’t try writing down a story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How important do feel it is for a children’s writer to immerse themselves in childhood culture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don’t know the answer to that. Dr. Seuss who wrote such wonderful books had virtually no contact with children. I on the other hand, have lots of contact with kids and that works for me, but I don’t think there is a general rule about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you have any advice on how writers can immerse themselves in children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Go visit a daycare centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Are you an organized person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you write down your ideas or do you store them in your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When I start getting a story that I think works, I put it on a list. But that’s about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you write down the children’s names to remember them? [Robert Munsch uses real children as characters in his books]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No. I just call it, if it’s about Shelly, I’ll remember it as Shelly’s story. Then if I think it’s going to be a book, I contact Shelly so I can contact her. I write a draft, then five years later when it becomes a book I can say, “hey, you’re going to get a book”. Then I send her an autographed copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you have an agent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you think that it’s beneficial to maintain loyalty with one publisher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes because the more books you have with a publisher, the more work they will do for you. If you scatter yourself all over the place, you’re not that valuable, unless you’re Stephen King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you still receive rejections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just went with one publisher, but we don’t agree on what stories to do. I have lots of stories and it’s hard for me to get the ones I want out. Like I have over one hundred and fifty to choose from, now, on file with my publisher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I heard that &lt;em&gt;Love You Forever&lt;/em&gt; was one of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yes,&lt;em&gt; Love You Forever&lt;/em&gt; was one of those. My first publisher rejected that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To what do you attribute the success of &lt;em&gt;Love You Forever&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The depth of love between children and parents and families. You can love people and you can be driven crazy by them. There is a way of saying you like someone without being smothering. And it’s about life and death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have a few questions for the children readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you have any hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; like to walk my dog, I like to take long walks in the woods and I like to climb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What are you afraid of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who is your favourite person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My favourite person? Hmm. My children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you have a favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;That changes a lot. I think right now, it is Indonesian coconut soup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you watch T.V.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don’t have any shows that I like to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Are you often recognized by children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No, although I am in bookstores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is something that people would not know about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I used to yell at my kids and they would yell back. I was not the perfect parent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think people would be very relieved to know that. With more than one hundred stories on file with your publisher, what can we expect next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Two books a year for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No hints on the next one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The next one is going to be called One More Goal. It’s about a girl named Sierra, from Hay River, in the North West Territories. It’s a hockey story. I’ve written many books, but never any hockey stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;note: Unless you are a grade school student doing a class project, any reproduction of this interview, by any means, is prohibited without the written permission of Robert Munsch, as well as the author of this site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-3203507237336691145?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/3203507237336691145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=3203507237336691145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/3203507237336691145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/3203507237336691145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/05/interview-with-robert-munsch.html' title='Interview with Robert Munsch'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SD7iAl1BmaI/AAAAAAAAADE/CUWAXkOCOPY/s72-c/HPIM0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-2068872333567069319</id><published>2008-05-13T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:30.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Black Book for Girlz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annick Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Stephen&apos;s Community House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking ground'/><title type='text'>The Little Black Book for Girlz: A Book on Healthy Sexuality   :Breaking Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SCqOmiUyOpI/AAAAAAAAACo/S1moooKW7ig/s1600-h/littleblackbookgirlz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200125512452815506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SCqOmiUyOpI/AAAAAAAAACo/S1moooKW7ig/s320/littleblackbookgirlz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://209.222.52.165/catalog/catalog.aspx?Title=Little+Black+Book+for+Girlz%2c+The"&gt;The Little Black Book For Girlz: A Book on Healthy Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Auth: St. Stephen's Community House&lt;br /&gt;Annick Press 2006&lt;br /&gt;176 pp&lt;br /&gt;Ages: 14+&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 13: 978-1-55037-954-9&lt;br /&gt;1-55037-954-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is the book of the century, for teen girls. Wow! Why is it that no one thought of this before? &lt;strong&gt;The Little Black Book For Girls&lt;/strong&gt;, has been surrounded by controversy, but having read it, more than once, I eagerly give it my stamp of approval. I will not get into the fore mentioned controversy, because I would end up on a soapbox, and that would eat up valuable space- space I could better use telling you about this wonderful book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is a book written by youth for youth. That is the first extraordinary thing about this book. Let’s be honest. Who ever wanted to hear a sex lecture from a parent or teacher? No teen girl ever said, “I am not sure if my period is normal. Maybe I’ll go ask Mr. Smith, my chemistry teacher.” When I was a teen (yes, I know that was a long time ago) we got the goods from each other. The language of &lt;strong&gt;The Little Black Book For Girls&lt;/strong&gt;, will have any teen girl, automatically hooked. Some of it may be a little colourful for the right wing parent, but the colloquialism of it all really does help propel the information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So what’s inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There are sections on relationships, periods, sex, birth control, pregnancy/ miscarriage, abortion, STIs (they were known as STDs in my day), AIDS, and sexual assault. These sections are supported by a glossary, and list of resources, as well as unbelievably revealing poems, artwork and personal accounts. While &lt;strong&gt;The Little Black Book For Girls&lt;/strong&gt;, is written by a collection of girls from the St. Stephen’s Community House drug-free youth arcade, in Toronto, all of the information has been guided by medical professionals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There are plenty of easy to understand diagrams and tables throughout this book. My favourites are the checklists that help teen girls decide such things as, if they are in a healthy relationship or not, alternatives to intercourse, a list of ways to insist on condom use, and what constitutes sexual assault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Little Black Book For Girls&lt;/strong&gt; is also full of interviews with the experts. The questions are asked by the teen girls, themselves, so you can bet that they are the questions that teens want to ask, and not just the answers we want to give them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Are there elements that would offend some parents? Definitely. For example, the issues of homosexuality and premarital sex are explored. I can only say that no particular lifestyle is supported by this book, however, a great deal of information and resources are, which will help your teen to make the proper lifestyle choices. Think your child will never need information on those types of topics? I went to a high school that had about 500 students. Three of my friends came out of the closet following graduation, we had one girl who walked the stage at commencement just months from being a mother, herself, and many of my friends had stories of sexual harassment and assault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But, off the soap box. I don’t just recommend this book for teen girls (though they’ll eat it up- my niece read the entire thing in one day), I recommend it for their mothers and fathers, too, and let’s add educators while we’re at it. I really thought I knew the whole of the birds and the bees, but those girls at the St. Stephen’s drug-free arcade sure know their stuff. Ever hear of a Lea’s Shield? Me neither. How about Trichomoniasis? It is an STI that you really can get from a toilet seat. It is important for adult role models to know these things if they are to help their children make choices. I believe that parents will also find the tables useful. Stumped on finding away to communicate what a healthy relationship is, to your teen. Just memorize the chart. It has everything you need. Single dads, this is your saviour. Rather than struggle over awkward topics that you never wanted to know about in the first place, buy your girl a copy of the book, but please, read it yourself before you give it to her, because she is bound to still have a few questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I could really go on forever about the wonders of this book. When my own girls are of age, you can bet there will be a copy waiting for them. It would make a great “welcome to womanhood” gift. The girls who wrote this book are pretty smart cookies, and that is just what I intend to raise. Annick Press has broken new ground, once again. I can’t help but wonder if Elizabeth has a well read copy of this book tucked in her paper bag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;New York Library's Book for the Teen Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Our Choice" List, Canadian Children's Book Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALA 2008 Popular Paperbacks for Young Adults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Also, watch for&lt;strong&gt; The Little Black Book for Guys: Guys Talk About Sex,&lt;/strong&gt; due to be published by Annick Press in September of 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-2068872333567069319?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/2068872333567069319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=2068872333567069319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/2068872333567069319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/2068872333567069319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-black-book-for-girlz-book-on.html' title='The Little Black Book for Girlz: A Book on Healthy Sexuality   :Breaking Ground'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SCqOmiUyOpI/AAAAAAAAACo/S1moooKW7ig/s72-c/littleblackbookgirlz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-7786137345190077617</id><published>2008-05-10T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:28:34.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy C's Top 10 Mother's Day Books to Make You Laugh and Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Northern Lights: the Soccer Trails &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Michael Kusugak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A beautiful way for a family to celebrate the day and deal with the grief of a mother who is no longer with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A Promise is a Promise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Robert Munsch &amp;amp; Michael Kusugak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love that Allashua is not harshly scolded for her mistake. Her mother devises a plan to help her daughter fix what she has done. Don't we all aspire to parent like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Where the Wild Things Are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Maurice Sendak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Any mother of a boy can appreciate this one. Max may be the most wild thing of all- the king of the wild things, but mom's homecooking tames the little beast and brings him home. Yep. That's a mother son relationship in a nutshell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Horton Hatches an Egg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Dr. Seuss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you are an extremely devoted step mother (such as myself), a single mother discouraged by the novelty your children's father holds, or raising a child that is not your own, you'll want to cry when you read this one. The image of an elephant with wings always reminds me that there is room in my step-daughter's life for two moms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Will you Carry Me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Heleen van Rossum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not only a very cute story, this familiar tale reminds us mothers to creatively seek ways to push our children's potential, rather than carry them through life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I Love You Little One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Nancy Tafuri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Perfect for the last book of the night. A touching book to reassure your child of the infinite depths of a mother's love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Are You My Mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;P.D. Eastman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As toddlers become more aware of the big scary world, their anxiety levels can often sky rocket. Sharing the tale of a baby bird's quest for his mother will help to reassure them that you will always be there for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Guess How Much I Love You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sam McBratney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There are a few reasons why this is near the top of my list. First, Big Nutbrown Hair seems to always out do Little Nutbrown Hair, with his demonstration of love. Only a parent could understand the difference in a parent's love for a child, as opposed to a child's love for a parent. A parent always feels that they love their child just a little bit more. Second, I love that the relationship between Big Nutbrown Hair and Little Nutbrown Hair is unspecified. I really enjoy sharing this one with my step-daughter. This is the ideal book for a parent of a non-traditional family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Giving Tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Shel Silverstein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This one is guaranteed to make you look like a bozo in front of your kids. It always makes me cry. Maybe it's just the post natal hormones, but I think it's the message. The tree makes me think of a mother. She will give to her children, until the end, and even then, she will find a way to nurture them. I'll stop now before I tear up. I still have another book to get through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Love You Forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Robert Munsch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I dare someone to find a more definitive Mother's Day book. I never make it through this classic without a few tears (especially when my two-year-old son tells me he will hold me when I am old). According to the other mothers I know, I am not alone. Our children drive us CRAAAA-zy, but our love and concern for them does not change. We hope that it will nurture not only a mutual love between us, but that our undying love will grow in them and manifest itself in their own lives as parents. Don't we all hope to leave a legacy of love? This story is a mother's fairytale. Oh yeah, and it's quirky, and we know how I love that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I read the other day that women are prone to give up literature in exchange for chick lit, after motherhood. I am convinced this has a great deal to do with time restraints and exhaution. I would like to wage a campaign against mommy mush brain. Tonight, after the kids are asleep, do yourself a favour and try to fit in a liitle Maya Angelou for peace of soul and inspiration, and Erma Bombeck for humour and perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-7786137345190077617?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/7786137345190077617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=7786137345190077617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/7786137345190077617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/7786137345190077617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/05/mommy-cs-top-10-mothers-day-books-to.html' title='Mommy C&apos;s Top 10 Mother&apos;s Day Books to Make You Laugh and Cry'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-8331584730245531371</id><published>2008-04-20T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:30.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ian Wallace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamonds from the Tundra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jan Andrews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Very Last First Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Groundwood Books'/><title type='text'>Very Last First Time: Diamonds from the Tundra</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191520303305575522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SAv8NcLBzGI/AAAAAAAAACI/PDxCZXHRoRA/s320/1st+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jan Andrews (auth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ian Wallace (ill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Groundwood Books / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Douglas &amp;amp; McIntyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1985&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;32 pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ever wonder what it would be like to walk under the ocean? Without scuba gear? Open the pages to this book and let Jan Andrews and Ian Wallace take you there. "Very Last First Time" is a story about coming of age, set against one of the coolest backdrops I have come across. It tells the story of Eva and her adventure under the ocean. She is an Inuit girl. living in a small village on Ungava Bay in northern Canada. Each winter the ocean freezes. When it does, Eva and her mother wait for the tide to roll out, so they can crack a hole in the ice and crawl underneath. While the tide is low, they collect mussels from the ocean bed. (Do they offer adventures like this for tourists?) Andrew follows Eva as she embarks on her first expedition under the ice, alone. When the light on Eva's candle is extinguished, she must be brave and remain calm in order to find her way back to the hole in the ice. As the tide rises, so do the stakes. However, Eva is able to find her way out, just in the nick of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting may be exotic, but the story speaks to everyone. We have all had those first experiences that required our bravery. Andrews has written a story that will transport the reader to another world, while reminding them of their own triumphs. We have all been left home alone, driven a car, or ridden a horse, for the first time, at some point in our lives. Using a unique setting lends added depth. By taking us away from the familiar, Andrews is able to evoke those first time feelings, for us again. You will find yourself biting your nails, even though you know it is a children's book and no publisher in their right mind would have touched it if anything bad were to happen to Eva. First experiences are like that. Even though we know they are rites of passage that many before us have already been through, we are often consumed with anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illustrations are beautiful, and require mention. At times it seems as though pointilism has collided with the Group of Seven in a burst of vibrant primary colours. Wallace has clearly met the challenge of demonstrating such a strange setting, while creating art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is sure to conjure both nostalgia and wonder. This is one that will intrigue the imaginations of children young and old. My 4 1/2 year-old inspiration had her father read it to her, until they both knew it by heart. (As I have now maxed out my renewals with the library, I will have to buy her a copy.) I am willing to bet, you will have thought of a few stories to share with your children, by the time you are finished this book. I would also like to point out that it would make a nice present for any child about to enter a new stage of growing up, such as a first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-8331584730245531371?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/8331584730245531371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=8331584730245531371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/8331584730245531371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/8331584730245531371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/04/very-last-first-time-diamonds-from.html' title='Very Last First Time: Diamonds from the Tundra'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/SAv8NcLBzGI/AAAAAAAAACI/PDxCZXHRoRA/s72-c/1st+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-2013504972510145781</id><published>2008-04-19T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T08:54:27.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s entertainment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wiggles'/><title type='text'>Jiggling with the Wiggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you happened to catch the &lt;strong&gt;Wiggles &lt;/strong&gt;in Grand Prairie on Thursday, that crazy redhead, who was rockin out harder than any kid in the Crystal Centre, was me. I freely admit, I love the &lt;strong&gt;Wiggles&lt;/strong&gt;. Gettin' down next to my two-year-old, with my baby on my hip, brought back memories of the good ole days. Picture it- Brisbane, 2000, Saturday morning, two enthusiastic girls flanking me on the couch. I wasn't quite sure what to expect, but I had been informed that I just had to watch the &lt;strong&gt;Wiggles&lt;/strong&gt;. There they were. Murray, Gregg, Anthony and Jeff. Four grown men singing silly songs and carrying a cardboard cut out of a car. That was back in the days (now, don't let your kids read this) when Anthony secretly played Captain Feather Sword. (Ever wonder why the man on "The Polk-a-dot Door" disappeared when Polkaroo came around?) Anyway, back on track ... I was hooked. Now I am 31 and I have to admit, I have been a fan for eight years. Only problem is, I don't wiggle anymore. Now, I just jiggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad that Gregg was absent from the tour, but his replacement, Sam, did a great job. My daughter is pretty hard to fool (she's almost 5, you know), and Gregg is her favourite, but she didn't seem to know the difference. Not that the &lt;strong&gt;Wiggles&lt;/strong&gt; were trying to pull a fast one. They did introduce the new man in yellow, by his name and mentioned it a few times throughout the evening. I was happy to see that same over-enthusiastic blond boy (he's actually grown up now) grinning like your prom date meeting your parents, and twitching his head like he were headed for a night at the Roxbury. He gets an A+ for effort, from me. The whole cast seemed to genuinely enjoy themselves, and it was infectious. I was blown away by Anthony's athleticism. He leapt across the stage like a frog, hitting heights only seen before by inspector gadget on his go-go gadget legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The set was brilliant (the largest bouncy castle I've ever seen), the music was quite a bit more enjoyable than those heavy metal concerts I used to attend (the crowd was a lot more friendly, too), and the pace was just right. Just when I expected a preschool riot to erupt, they dimmed the lights and played "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star". Amazing crowd control. Flashy sticks with Big Red Cars on the end replaced the Bick lighters of my concert going days. The kids were in awe. This show wasn't sappy like a "Barney" episode, though. No, just like all great kids entertainment, the fun was two tiered, and there was a lot to keep the big ones entertained (I loved the Beatles spoof).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the "Pop Goes the Wiggles" tour comes to your town, be sure to hop in your Big Red Car (or whatever it is you drive) and head on down to the show. You'll be glad you did. Don't forget a rose for Dorothy and a bone for Wags (I'd leave the fish for Henry at home). If you haven't got a child, don't worry. In the mayhem, no one will ever notice. There'll be kids running wild everywhere. You'll feel inspired. I plan on throwing out my Pilates DVDs and popping in the &lt;strong&gt;Wiggles&lt;/strong&gt;. If I point my fingers and do the twist enough times, I'm sure it won't be long before I quit jiggling and start wiggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-2013504972510145781?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/2013504972510145781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=2013504972510145781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/2013504972510145781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/2013504972510145781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-happened-to-catch-wiggles-in.html' title='Jiggling with the Wiggles'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-3511118424392576359</id><published>2008-04-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T11:07:01.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest blog for Annick'/><title type='text'>Innuit Literature: Unearthing Margaret's Diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Check out my guest blog for &lt;a href="http://annickpressblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/inuit-literature-unearthing-margarets.html"&gt;Tea Time at Annick&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Thank you to Annick Press for the wonderful opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-3511118424392576359?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/3511118424392576359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=3511118424392576359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/3511118424392576359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/3511118424392576359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/04/innuit-literature-unearthing-margarets.html' title='Innuit Literature: Unearthing Margaret&apos;s Diamonds'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-8516753942537551831</id><published>2008-03-30T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:30.779-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orca Book Publishers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lynn Manuel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stranger than Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kasia Charko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camels Always Do'/><title type='text'>Camels Always Do: Stranger than Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--_mid_qqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/r0uX2DBOk6k/s1600-h/camels.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183572364935277218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--_mid_qqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/r0uX2DBOk6k/s320/camels.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Lynn Manuel (auth)&lt;br /&gt;Kasia Charko (ill)&lt;br /&gt;Orca Book Publishers April 2004&lt;br /&gt;Ages: 4-8 32pp&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 9781551432847&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, this one is fiction, but it is based on a factual event. Lynn Manuel craftily constructs the tale of a boy named Cameron and his love for camels, around the most bizarre happening of the Cariboo gold rush. Fictional Cameron collides with the real life Frank Laumeister and his Dromedary Express. In 1862, Laumeister and his business partners imported a herd of Bactrian or two hump camels (not Dromedary, or one hump camels as the company name would suggest) to help ferry supplies to the miners. For a number of reasons this venture failed. First, the camels had an offensive odour (camels always do, at least any I’ve encountered) that even the mules could not stand. Second, having feet that were suited for walking on sand, and not rock, the camels suffered many injuries on their long treks. Finally, the animals had a difficult time withstanding the harshness of the winters in the Cariboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron is a likeable young man, and his love for camels is the perfect vehicle to educate the reader about camels. I love camels. They are one of my favourite animals, but don’t worry if you have no fondness for the ornery creatures. This book will entertain both you and your children. One camel, in particular, named Barnum, will charm you with his distinctive personality. Kasia Charko must also be credited for bringing this book to life. She manages to illustrate 21 camels, each with its own unique character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is clever, educational, and contains just enough of the bizarre to captivate your child. My two-year-old has been chanting “camels always do” for the past week. I’d recommend checking this book out. If you are like me, you will be thrilled to enjoy a well written story with your children that will provoke their lust for knowledge and stimulate their imaginations. I have found “Camels Always Do”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-8516753942537551831?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/8516753942537551831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=8516753942537551831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/8516753942537551831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/8516753942537551831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/camels-always-do-stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Camels Always Do: Stranger than Fiction'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--_mid_qqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/r0uX2DBOk6k/s72-c/camels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-1998013866372360178</id><published>2008-03-30T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:30.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Inuit Thought of It'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stranger than Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamonds from the Tundra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annick Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alootook Ipellie'/><title type='text'>Innuit Thought of It: Diamonds from the Tundra/ Stranger than Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--5cyd_qoI/AAAAAAAAABo/ysLlfSZLsVE/s1600-h/inuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183565600361785986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--5cyd_qoI/AAAAAAAAABo/ysLlfSZLsVE/s320/inuit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Alootook Ipellie (with David Macdonald)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Annick Press &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ages: 9-11 32pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Softcover ISBN 10: 1554510872&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ISBN 13: 9781554510870&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hardcover ISBN 10: 1554510880&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ISBN 13: 9781554510887&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you are looking to become acquainted with the Inuit culture, this book is the place to start. I can’t get enough of this amazing celebration of innovation and resourcefulness. Alootook Ipellie has done a wonderful job of unveiling the mystery of the Inuit culture, by relating it to the everyday. Parkas, kayaks, sleeping bags, lamps ... I could go on and on, but you’ll get a better idea by reading the book. However, I will say that you will be intrigued by raincoats made from whale intestines, bird skin parkas, and sealskin food storage bags. I have read a few books on the subject (I am not only a former cold weather wilderness survival instructor, but also the mother of three children of Inuvialuit heritage), and, in my opinion, this is the best books, for youth, I have come across regarding both Inuit heritage and primitive survival techniques.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Inuit Thought of It&lt;/strong&gt; has a remarkable flow, not found in many works of non-fiction. The layout is about as reader friendly as it gets (thanks to Sheryl Shapiro), and the amazing photographs will keep you turning the pages. An airborne snowboarder and a kayaker negotiating white water mingle with black and white photos of Inuit hunters, athletes, and craftsmen- giving the book both an historical and a contemporary feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you would like to debunk the myth of the “Eskimo” and educate your children about a hardy and ingenious culture, find yourself a copy of &lt;strong&gt;The Inuit Thought of It&lt;/strong&gt;. They will come away with a decent grasp of the history of the Inuit peoples, their shelter, food, clothing, recreational activities, and medicine, as well as their modern ways of living. This book is not only a young anthropologist’s or survivalist’s dream, but also a good entertaining (and if you don’t know what makes me excited, by now) educational read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;t was an extreme pleasure to share this book with my mother-in-law, as it led to a dialogue about her own life in the arctic. The three little inspirations love to hear their grandmother’s tales of her days as a nomad, and thoroughly enjoyed sharing Ipellie’s book with her. I am extremely glad that Alootook Ipellie thought of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;If you’re a crafter (I am crazy about crafts), here is a great craft I learned while teaching wilderness survival. Take a piece of cardboard and cut it out into the shape of a masquerade mask (framing the eyes). Cut two horizontal slits over each eye hole. They do not need to be very wide. Punch holes on both sides and tie a piece of string or ribbon to the ends, for straps. Decorate with paint, glitter glue, or whatever your imagination can conjure up. Viola! You have a pair of Inuit snow goggles. Take the kids outside on a sunny day and let them test how great they really work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"The Year's Best" List, Resources Links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Children's Non-Fiction Top 10 List, Ontario Library Association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2008/ 2009 Hackmatack Children's Choice Book Award finalist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-1998013866372360178?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/1998013866372360178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=1998013866372360178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/1998013866372360178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/1998013866372360178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/innuit-thought-of-it-diamonds-from.html' title='Innuit Thought of It: Diamonds from the Tundra/ Stranger than Fiction'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--5cyd_qoI/AAAAAAAAABo/ysLlfSZLsVE/s72-c/inuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-5588973453582362641</id><published>2008-03-30T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:30.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacqueline Briggs Martin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamonds from the Tundra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Steffanson expedition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Houghton Mifflin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Krommes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lamp the Ice and the Boat Called Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The LAmp'/><title type='text'>The Lamp, the Ice and the Boat Called Fish: Diamonds from the Tundra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--4cyd_qnI/AAAAAAAAABg/X5k8QQGAbN0/s1600-h/lampices.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183564500850158194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--4cyd_qnI/AAAAAAAAABg/X5k8QQGAbN0/s320/lampices.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jacqueline Briggs Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Beth Krommes (ill) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Houghton Mifflin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jan 2001 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ages: 4-6 48pp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hardcover ISBN: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;061800341X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jacqueline Briggs Martin has written one of those gems that linger with the reader for a very long time after the book is closed. “The Lamp the Ice, and the Boat Called Fish” recounts the story of the ill fated &lt;em&gt;Karluk&lt;/em&gt; and the Steffanson expedition of 1913. The factual tale of the &lt;em&gt;Karluk’s&lt;/em&gt; passengers (which included a captain and crew, scientists and explorers, a cat, forty sled dogs, &lt;em&gt;Iupiaq&lt;/em&gt; hunters, and an Iupiaq family) unfolds with a healthy fictional layer, following the experiences of two young &lt;em&gt;Iupiaq&lt;/em&gt; children, &lt;em&gt;Makpii&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Pagnasuk&lt;/em&gt;. The author explores the world of these young girls, and provides the reader with a great deal of information regarding the &lt;em&gt;Iupiaq&lt;/em&gt; culture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;When the &lt;em&gt;Karluk&lt;/em&gt; becomes locked in ice and carried out to see, the passengers must live on borrowed time, knowing that the ice will inevitably break the ship apart and sink it. &lt;em&gt;Makpii&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Pagnasuk&lt;/em&gt; play with a caribou hide ball, by the light of a traditional lamp, while their mother sews clothing and supplies, and their father hunts for food in a place where it is scarce. The deaths and, in some cases, disappearances of a few of the crew members, will haunt you, while the kindness shown to the girls’ mother will touch you. What drew me to this story is the same thing that compelled the author to write it. It is remarkable that when the castaways were finally rescued, they still had the cat with them and a majority of the sled dogs. Although they faced near starvation, the cat had still been cared for, along with the dogs, which were competing for the same scarce food supplies. This is especially notable, as other expeditions had been known to eat their dogs, when hungry. And then there is Captain Robert Bartlett. He walked and travelled by dog sled, over seven hundred miles, in search of help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I couldn’t put this book down. Jacqueline Briggs Martin’s easy flowing prose, and the exquisite scratchboard illustrations of Beth Krommes, kept me turning page after page. Unfortunately, I was unable to share this book with my children. Even my 4 1/2-year-old just couldn’t get past the first few pages. The length may also be a problem for youngsters. This is a great book to share with your older children, though. I am sure, beginning readers would love a break from their phonics to enjoy a good ole fashioned story time. “The Lamp, the Ice, and the Boat Called Fish” would be a wonderful companion to any school unit regarding the Inuit, or arctic exploration. For those of us grown-ups who love to read children’s books, this is a must read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-5588973453582362641?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/5588973453582362641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=5588973453582362641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/5588973453582362641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/5588973453582362641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/lamp-ice-and-boat-called-fish-diamonds.html' title='The Lamp, the Ice and the Boat Called Fish: Diamonds from the Tundra'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--4cyd_qnI/AAAAAAAAABg/X5k8QQGAbN0/s72-c/lampices.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-6680039923636707972</id><published>2008-03-30T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:31.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stranger than Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Crash of Rhinos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diane Swanson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annick Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariko Ando Spencer'/><title type='text'>A Crash of Rhinos, A Party of Jays: Stranger than Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--1yyd_qlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v5sOU1gUj14/s1600-h/crashofrhinos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183561580272396882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--1yyd_qlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v5sOU1gUj14/s320/crashofrhinos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Diane Swanson (auth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mariko Ando Spencer (ill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Annick Press 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ages: 5-7 24pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Softcover ISBN 10: 1554510473&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ISBN 13: 9781554510474&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hardcover ISBN 10: 1554510481&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ISBN 13: 9781554510481&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Diane Swanson has written quite a little treat, here. Whether you are looking to satisfy a junior erudite, or simply entertain your child with a book that is not only educational and clever, but also fun, you will score with &lt;strong&gt;A Crash of Rhinos a Party of Jays&lt;/strong&gt;. Swanson takes a fun look at “The Wacky Ways We Name Animals Groups”. I particularly like the gang of elk. For those unfamiliar with these animals, let me assure you they are not beyond knocking over some fences to rob a herd of horses (horses do hear extremely well) of their hay. There is also a tower of giraffes, a leap of leopards and a raft of ducks, to name a few. A zoology student could use this book as a study guide, yet it is short enough to read to your preschoolers.You will find yourself chuckling through this quick little read, and are sure to enjoy the quirky illustrations of Mariko Ando Spencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Our Choice" List, Canadian Children's Book Centre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-6680039923636707972?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/6680039923636707972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=6680039923636707972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/6680039923636707972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/6680039923636707972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/crash-of-rhinos-party-of-jays-stranger.html' title='A Crash of Rhinos, A Party of Jays: Stranger than Fiction'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R--1yyd_qlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/v5sOU1gUj14/s72-c/crashofrhinos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-4343950481890719220</id><published>2008-03-29T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:31.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Kusugak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Arctic 123'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Arctic 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamonds from the Tundra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vladyana Langer Krykorka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annick Press'/><title type='text'>My Arctic 1,2,3 : Diamonds from the Tundra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-9Ciyd_qkI/AAAAAAAAABI/dpg1cDqdt9U/s1600-h/myarctic1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183434861557295682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-9Ciyd_qkI/AAAAAAAAABI/dpg1cDqdt9U/s320/myarctic1231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Michael Araarluk Kusugak (auth)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Vladyana Langer Krykorka (ill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Annick Press April 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ages: 4-7 pp24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Softcover ISBN 10: 1550375040&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 9781550375046&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hardcover ISBN 10: 1550375059&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 9781550375053 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"My Arctic 1, 2, 3," is an educational book, on many different levels. Your children will have fun learning the joy of counting, while exploring not only a unique northern eco-system and culture, but also how closely they are intertwined. Children can count their way through 1 to 10, 20, 100, and the seemingly intangible 100, 000, 000. On this numerical journey, Kusugak examines the intimate relationship between predator and prey. One lone polar bear hunts 2 ringed seals. Twenty wolves catch the scent of 100 caribou. A group of people gather the millions of berries that have ripened, while a lone polar bear decides the berry gatherers would not make a very good meal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I love that this book is not simply a "1, 2, 3". It is a fluid story- one that folds human beings into its framework with the same vein of vulnerability that runs through the siksiks and arctic char. Not to sound like a Disney movie, but Kusugak is able to demonstrate the "circle of life" with a cohesive simplicity that will not be lost on your little ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My family particularly enjoyed the appendix, entitled "The Arctic World of Michael Kusugak and His Family". We have found the anecdotes to be not only entertaining, but invaluable, as they have helped to facilitate a dialogue between the three little inspirations and their Inuvialuit grandmother. This book is a favourite for them to read with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I cannot sign off without mentioning the illustrator, Vladyana Langer Krykorka. I never grow tired of her beautiful paintings, especially when they are of the North. She has infused what is usually considered a monotone landscape with vibrant blues, wispy whites, luscious greens, and fiery auburns. She has been able to draw out the natural colours of the North with amazing perception, and render it on the page with her strong artistic skill. I cannot say enough about my family's love for the books she has illustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Even if your little ones have already learned to count, they will enjoy this wonderful peek into the Inuit culture, and learn from the beauty expressed in its pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Parent Council's Outstanding from a Learning Perspective Honor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ruth Schwartz Award Finalist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chickadee Choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-4343950481890719220?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/4343950481890719220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=4343950481890719220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/4343950481890719220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/4343950481890719220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-arctic-123-diamonds-from-tundra.html' title='My Arctic 1,2,3 : Diamonds from the Tundra'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-9Ciyd_qkI/AAAAAAAAABI/dpg1cDqdt9U/s72-c/myarctic1231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-7368941835957964596</id><published>2008-03-27T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:31.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penelope and the Humungous Burp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christine Tripp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sheri Radford'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lobster Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking ground'/><title type='text'>Penelope and the Humungous Burp: Breaking Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-wJjyd_qjI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ed4_TdmdYXk/s1600-h/pen-burp.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182527781644249650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-wJjyd_qjI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ed4_TdmdYXk/s320/pen-burp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sheri Radford (auth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Christine Tripp (ill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lobster Press Nov 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ages: 4-6 32pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Trade Paperback ISBN 189707333X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hard Cover ISBN 1894222830&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;“Penelope and the Humungous Burp” is sure to become one of your children’s favourites. It is the cute story of grape soda-guzzling Penelope, her gastro-intestinal maladies, and a reluctant “excuse me.” I have yet to meet the child who doesn’t get a giggle out of gas. If that isn’t enough to captivate them, the idea of doctors, policemen, and firemen, all running around because of one little girl's gas, will tickle the giggles right out of them. However, while this story is adorable, it is not the reason I have chosen to sing its praises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The brilliance of “Penelope and the Humungous Burp” shines through with fantastic illustrations. At last! Here’s a book for all of us mothers who don’t have time for power Pilates, and haven’t yet made it to the store to buy a pair of Spanks. I would just like to say, I love Christine Tripp. Penelope has a real mom- complete with sagging bottom and post-baby paunch. Her father is no muscular hunk, either. He’s just a plain old dad in glasses and a sweat shirt. Amid todays over airbrushed, super-dieted, and hyper pumped out media creations, I’ll gladly settle for Penelope’s parents. As the gate keepers to our children’s stimuli, it is our responsibility to present them with images other than June and Ward Clever, or Angelina and Brad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But, the most ground breaking element of this book is its eclectic use of multiculturalism. Penelope is a biracial child- her mother appears to be of African-American descent, while her father is of European descent. As a mother of three multi-racial children, I am very excited about this book and the subtle message it provides for my little ones. The lesser cast members of “Penelope and the Humungous Burp”, are also worthy of mention. They include not only a female doctor and a female firefighter, but a couple of female police officers, as well. The pages of this delightful little burp tale are filled with characters of diverse backgrounds, to include African-American and Asian persons. And, I certainly wouldn’t want to forget, the illustrations are very comical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Penelope has a quirky charm about her that will surely find a place in your heart.The three little inspirations cannot get enough of this book, and neither can I. It is not only cute, but also contemporary, and ground breaking. Your children will get the obvious lesson regarding manners, while being entertained. At the same time, a subtle graphic message- one that fights against propping up unrealistic body types as the status quo, and rallies for greater racial diversity, will seep deep into their minds, preparing them to lead the way in a more tolerant society than we, ourselves, have been able to enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shortlisted, Ontario Library Association Blue Spruce Award (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Winner, Gold Award, Just For Mom Foundation "Mom's Choice" Awards (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Top Ten "Great Book" of the Year, Canadian Toy Testing Council (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Semifinalist, Independent Publisher Book Awards, Best Picture Book (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-7368941835957964596?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/7368941835957964596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=7368941835957964596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/7368941835957964596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/7368941835957964596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/penelope-and-humungous-burp-breaking.html' title='Penelope and the Humungous Burp: Breaking Ground'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-wJjyd_qjI/AAAAAAAAABA/Ed4_TdmdYXk/s72-c/pen-burp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-2893761841330093214</id><published>2008-03-26T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:31.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stranger than Fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annick Press'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Crocs and Monster Wings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Claire Eamer'/><title type='text'>Super Crocs and Monster Wings: Stranger than Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182115477668735522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-qSkid_qiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G10PnlO4mjw/s320/supercrocs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Claire Eamer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Annick Press Feb 2008 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Ages 9-11 96pp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Paperback ISBN 10: 1-55451-129-1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#660000;"&gt;ISBN 13: 978-1-55451-129-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Hardcover ISBN 10: 1-55451-130-5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ISBN 13: 978-1-55451-130-3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;Beavers as big as bears, crocs as enormous as city buses, dragonflies the size of a hawks, massive ground sloths large enough to nibble on tree tops, animated bulky tanks-like creatures hunkering about, and rabbit-sized North American camels? A strange sci-fi world? No ... try, prehistoric Earth. Eamer has given life to all of these strange beings, while recounting millions of years of our little blue planet's history. "Super Crocs and Monster Wings" is definitely stranger than fiction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;This look into the prehistoric world is an appetizing trail mix. Eamer's book contains plenty of wholesome science, mixed in a medley of tasty tidbits, chewy facts, and delicious photos and illustrations. The evolutionary journeys, of six animals, are examined in a fast paced manner that is sure to engross any reader. Eamer begins by introducing each of the animals with a fictitious (but highly plausible) scenario that brings the long extinct being to life. The layout of this book is ingenious. Eamer has included such a vast amount of detail; it would seemingly boggle the mind. Not so in "Super Crocs and Monster Wings". Fun facts, sections devoted to such topics as, "How to Become a Fossil", captivating photographs and amazing artists' renderings, as well as an appealing contemporary design, are more than stimulating enough to prevent cerebral fatigue. If your child is not hyped for science, this is one will turn them around. If you have a budding young palaeontologist or geologist on your hands, they won't be able to put it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;I can only hope that Eamer finds a calling as a textbook author before the three inspirations hit high school. If they had given us books like this to read in science class, I likely would have paid attention, rather than doodling and penning poetry. I really enjoyed "Super Crocs and Monster Wings", and found it informative. I love killing two birds with one stone, and being entertained, while learning is about as good as it gets. I recommend this book to parents everywhere. Your kids will think you are not only smart, but maybe even just a tad cool, when you dazzle them by explaining what large corkscrew formations have to do with giant beavers, or how sloths may have once sailed the seas, afloat on vegetal mats. As my children are very small, it was not an ideal bedtime story , for them. However, we have had a wonderful time browsing the pictures, while I showed off my new found knowledge of the prehistoric world. Don't be turned off by the suggested age range. Older teens will love this one. And for anyone who has struggled to find a good read for a boy, if the title doesn't make it obvious, this book will be a heaven-send. Boredom and dullness, like all the species to have inhabited the Earth, are 99% extinct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-2893761841330093214?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/2893761841330093214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=2893761841330093214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/2893761841330093214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/2893761841330093214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/super-crocs-and-monster-wings.html' title='Super Crocs and Monster Wings: Stranger than Fiction'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-qSkid_qiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/G10PnlO4mjw/s72-c/supercrocs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-2405494734760920622</id><published>2008-03-20T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:31.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toilet Tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Scoop on Poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrea Wayne von Konigslow'/><title type='text'>Toilet Tales: The Scoop on Poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-Vibid_qeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gkUQ2E4jB0Y/s1600-h/toilettalesrevised.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180655171608226274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-Vibid_qeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gkUQ2E4jB0Y/s320/toilettalesrevised.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Andrea Wayne von Königslöw&lt;br /&gt;Annick Press Feb 2008&lt;br /&gt;Ages 1-3 32pp&lt;br /&gt;Paperback ISBN 10: 1-55451-131-3&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 978-1-55451-131-0&lt;br /&gt;Library Bound ISBN 10: 1-55451-132-1&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 13: 978-1-55451-132-7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If “Everyone Poops” is a little too graphic for you, this one will be right up your alley. “Toilet Tales” has been providing parents and toddlers with giggles for more than 20 years, and has sold more than 45, 000 copies. Andrea Wayne von Königslöw has now pumped up her classic potty book with not only a new set of silly illustrations, but also a few new disastrous scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Potty Tales” explores the more than likely catastrophes that would ensue should the animal kingdom ever meet with the loo. And no, there are no dogs to be found drinking from the toilet bowl. This imaginative tale is more sophisticated than that. I know, I just used the word “sophisticated” when referring to a potty book. Back on track. As the mother of three little inspirations, I can tell you first hand that your little tots will find the humour in an orca that falls in love with a commode, and a beaver that builds a toothbrush-dam in the toilet bowl. If you are curious to know what calamities may befall a giraffe, an elephant, a lion, a seal, a snake, a pack of kangaroos, a goat, a flock of sheep, an octopus, and a mouse (I have to feel sorry for the rodent), I would recommend obtaining a copy of this story. My own potty training son has started calling this story the “funny book”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love “Potty Tales” not only for its adorable illustrations and great use of humour, but also for the fact that it illustrates how special using the potty is. Those crazy little potty training tykes have gone on an amazing evolutionary journey. Hard to believe at this stage of the game when they seem more like zoo creatures than mature human beings, but they have. They have transformed from sea creature-like embryos into amazing miniature cavemen. Using the potty is a step forward in their evolution. I am not sure that I would be able to explain that to my child, as a means of encouragement. However, I don’t have to. “Potty Tales” has reached out to my toddlers and explained it for me, like a really funny and well illustrated cave drawing with entertaining text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let the potty subject turn you off of reading this one to your older children. It has no problem amusing those who have already graduated this phase. My four-year-old had a great laugh, too. At its heart, it is simply a great read for children and parents alike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-2405494734760920622?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/2405494734760920622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=2405494734760920622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/2405494734760920622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/2405494734760920622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/toilet-tales-scoop-on-poop.html' title='Toilet Tales: The Scoop on Poop'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-Vibid_qeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/gkUQ2E4jB0Y/s72-c/toilettalesrevised.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-5498724367278357976</id><published>2008-03-06T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:32.008-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Scoop on Poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taro Gomi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everyone Poops'/><title type='text'>Everyone Poops: The Scoop on Poop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-VpESd_qgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uMSch6bzGyk/s1600-h/ProductImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180662468757662210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-VpESd_qgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uMSch6bzGyk/s320/ProductImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Taro Gomi&lt;br /&gt;Kane/Miller Book Publishers July 2006&lt;br /&gt;Preschool 28pp&lt;br /&gt;Trade Paperback ISBN 192913214X&lt;br /&gt;Hard Cover ISBN 0916291456&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The likes of Paris Hilton and Victoria Beckham will be dismayed to know the secret is out ...yes, everyone poops. Taro Gomi has written and illustrated a book to prove it. If only Freud were alive for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't read this book, you're in for a treat (or perhaps several of them). This is a graphic, yet cute look at the world of the BM. Gomi manages to fill page after page (28 all told) with colourful illustrations of various creatures, along with the doo-doo they make, where thye make it, and how they dispose of it. Notable illustrations include, a boy running for the potty with his briefs trailing by one ankle, an evolutionary scale of passing the poop (from a baby with a suprise filled diaper to a dad on the throne with a newspaper), a boy proudly displaying a turd in the toilet bowl, and a two-hump camel poop. However, the last couple of pages take the cake. Let's just say, it is a before and after depiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read "Everyone Poops", countless times, and it still makes me bust a gut. I believe the three little inspirations enjoy their mother's reaction to the book more than they enjoy the book itself (though they really love this one). This book has become a family favourite. While it has yet to coax the coveted poop on the potty from my two-year-old, it has inspired him to give it a few tries. That, after all, is a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is not simply diaper weary moms who will apreciate this book. At its most basic, "Everyone Poops" demonstrates how similar we are, not only to our fellow man, but to the other inhabitants of this little planet we inhabit. "All God's creatures" - gone awry? Perhaps, but it does make a point. Deep down in the bowels of our being (sorry, couldn't resist), we all share many of the common experiences of life -be them secret, or even embarassing. "Everyone Poops" speaks to a child's sense of humanity in an offbeat and downright hilarious manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this book for any child ...not necessarily any parent (I can think of a few who might be turned off) ...but definitely any child. It is a good one to leave with the babysitter, if he or she is a teen. They will love it and might actually think you are cool for buying such a book for your children. When my own children outgrow our copy, I plan to display it proudly in the john, as a bathroom book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Would you believe I actually had to stop twice, while writing this, to change both my baby's and my toddler's bums? Honestly. Talk about really getting into your work. Can we get another potty book over here, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-5498724367278357976?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/5498724367278357976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=5498724367278357976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/5498724367278357976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/5498724367278357976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/scoop-on-poop-everyone-poops.html' title='Everyone Poops: The Scoop on Poop'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-VpESd_qgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/uMSch6bzGyk/s72-c/ProductImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771374681068122077.post-15994829426195876</id><published>2008-03-02T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:34:32.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Munsch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary fairytale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper Bag Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annick Press'/><title type='text'>The Paper Bag Princess: Happily Ever After?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Robert Munsch (auth)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Martchenko (ill)&lt;br /&gt;Annick Press Feb 1992&lt;br /&gt;Ages: 4-7 32pp&lt;br /&gt;ISBN 0920236162&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-VjVid_qfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vNVL8qD1qmg/s1600-h/paperbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180656168040638962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-VjVid_qfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vNVL8qD1qmg/s320/paperbag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This Robert Munsch tale is the greatest fairytale ever written. Finally, after hundreds of years of perfect princesses, with perfect hair, waiting for spirit creatures and princes to come to their rescue (heaven forbid a damsel save herself), happily ever after doesn't mean hanging off the arm of a prince, anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When a dragon smashes Elizabeth's castle, burns her clothes, and carries off Prince Ronald, does Elizabeth wait around for her fairy godmother to wave a magic wand and doll her up? No. Ever resourceful, Elizabeth dons the latest in recyclable fashion (a dirty old paper bag), and takes matters into her own hands. After tracking down the dragon, she bunks convention by outsmarting the beast, rather than winding up his helpless captive. A princess with brains! If Elizabeth had been locked in the tower, rest assured, she would have braided her own hair into a rope and climbed her way to freedom, long before any knight in shining armour could appear. She'd be living in a nice little flat in a trendy part of the city, writing a self help book for other damsels in distress, all before her would-be rescuer could even get his horse out of the stable. And does Elizabeth apologize for her appearance when, instead of thanking her, Prince Ronald complains that she does not look like a real princess? I am certain that, put in the same situation, Cinderella would have. But, our heroin, Elizabeth, takes a giant leap for tiny tot feminists everywhere by telling Ronald that he might look like a real prince, but he is nothing more than a "bum". She takes a pass on the nuptuals. Happily Ever After? For Elizabeth, you bet. She's at the top of her game - she's CEO of the noblemen, running the kingdom by herself, and making a fortune with her recycling business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is easy to underestimate the importance of a children's story. However, "The Paper Bag Princess" has been invaluable to more than one generation. Here is a story where the &lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt; saves the day. She does it with brains and not brawn. And when the prince that she was supposed to marry turns out to be a sub-standard ego-maniac, bum she carries on without a single tear. If all fairytales were this clever, a billion dollar wedding industry might be in trouble, along with the expensive business of divorce. Munsch shows children that they do not need to follow what is expected of them, if it is at the cost of their self-esteem. This story has given society a new template for female behaviour - one that encourages a get-up-and-do-it-yourself, take no guff kind of attitude. (I actually recommend this book to my grown-up single girlfriends when they are going through a break-up).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh, and most importantly, "The Paper Bag Princess" is absolutely hilarious and incredibly entertaining. In my house, the actual book wore out before my children's requests to read it, and well before my patience to oblige. That makes it a definite Mommy C and the three little inspirations' favourite. If you haven't read it yet, do yourself a favour and get it. If you haven't read it since you were a kid, visit it again ...share it with your children, or a friend's child. If your household knows it well, take a minute to appreciate the implications of this classic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Read America Classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NEA's Cat-a-List for Reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Greatest Canadian Books of the Century List, Vancouver Public Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;100 Best Books List, Toronto Public Library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3771374681068122077-15994829426195876?l=quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/feeds/15994829426195876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3771374681068122077&amp;postID=15994829426195876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/15994829426195876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3771374681068122077/posts/default/15994829426195876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quirkychildrenslit.blogspot.com/2008/03/happily-ever-after.html' title='The Paper Bag Princess: Happily Ever After?'/><author><name>Mommy C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04953197626188179109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R8j4_W5qz7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VNGA1XlxXnw/S220/Summer+2006+003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hs38AhH8XUc/R-VjVid_qfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/vNVL8qD1qmg/s72-c/paperbag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
