<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147</id><updated>2012-02-13T16:46:55.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddle Reads...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>284</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-2202905841549294806</id><published>2012-02-13T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:46:55.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Cool Friend</title><content type='html'>Booklist (January 1, 2012 (Vol. 108, No. 9))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades K-3. Polite, bow-tie-and-suit-wearing Elliot is none too excited when his father suggests attending Family Fun Day at the aquarium. But once he is there, he is drawn to the Magellanic penguins, whose tidy black feather tuxedos with their proper posture remind Elliot of himself. So he decides to sneak one home in his backpack, under his father’s seemingly oblivious eye. Once home, Elliot and his new penguin pal dine on frozen anchovy pizzas, share Goldfish crackers, and skate on a mini ice rink in his room (created with a wading pool and hose)—all the while his father is blithely engaged with his atlas, maps, and charts and appears not to notice the goings-on. Small’s black-and-white line illustrations with pops of soft color are an artful blend of elegance, wit, and whimsy. They echo and complement the text and depict expressive characters, including the playful penguin. This charming picture book has many humorous details throughout, and kids will likely laugh out loud at the surprise ending—particularly for the father!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgkyLVsoY4I/Tzmu9R7i0EI/AAAAAAAAAno/bxBD6jNqtMs/s1600/img345173.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgkyLVsoY4I/Tzmu9R7i0EI/AAAAAAAAAno/bxBD6jNqtMs/s320/img345173.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-2202905841549294806?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/2202905841549294806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=2202905841549294806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2202905841549294806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2202905841549294806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-cool-friend.html' title='One Cool Friend'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wgkyLVsoY4I/Tzmu9R7i0EI/AAAAAAAAAno/bxBD6jNqtMs/s72-c/img345173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8832685048257510112</id><published>2012-02-13T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:44:38.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calli Be Gold</title><content type='html'>Booklist (March 15, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 14))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 4-6. Calli Gold hasn’t yet found what her father calls her passion. Her brother is a star basketball player, and her sister attends endless skate-team practices, but Calli is less worried about this void than her parents are. A wise 11-year-old, she also perceives that her sister isn’t happy on the ice and that her father is overly involved in her brother’s games. Hurwitz’s engaging debut charts how Calli makes her family see an alternative to the rush-rush lifestyle they lead. The author has created an appealing narrator, who’s quiet, observant, and stuck in a family of louds. Calli quotes the exasperating things her parents say as they prod her through the family’s busy schedule and promote her involvement in one area or another. At the same time, she is drawn to help a second-grade boy who needs a good friend. Hurwitz nicely conveys the sense that it’s OK for reserved Calli to be loud sometimes—with outbursts that she didn’t plan and behavior she didn’t expect—and that families can be enriched by their younger members’ ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HB8OA4_JMtI/TzmuaxDUG7I/AAAAAAAAAng/hQ5N61UtKzs/s1600/img114675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HB8OA4_JMtI/TzmuaxDUG7I/AAAAAAAAAng/hQ5N61UtKzs/s320/img114675.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-8832685048257510112?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/8832685048257510112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=8832685048257510112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8832685048257510112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8832685048257510112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/calli-be-gold.html' title='Calli Be Gold'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HB8OA4_JMtI/TzmuaxDUG7I/AAAAAAAAAng/hQ5N61UtKzs/s72-c/img114675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-6131528392568282784</id><published>2012-02-13T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:42:16.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Franklinstein Meets the Fright Brothers</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (August 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renowned inventors square off in a battle for modern Philadelphia in this daffy sequel to Benjamin Franklinstein Lives! (2010). Reanimated in the previous episode after centuries of suspended animation, genial Ben and his two young Karloff Street cohorts-serious minded Victor Godwin (son of Mary) and his deceptively idiotic buddy Scott-must swing back into action. They find themselves johnnies on the spot when a wave of giant-bat sightings is followed by one city official after another suddenly acquiring spots on their necks, glowing eyes and robotlike behavior. Checking out strange doings at the just-opened "Right Cycle Company," the investigators find two likewise reanimated gents in antique clothing engaged in turning bicycle parts into a huge flying machine designed to finish the job and take over the city at the behest of a shadowy "Emperor." Enhanced by frequent charts, diagrams, lists and other visual aids, a spirit of rational (if often reckless) scientific inquiry pervades the tale, as Ben and his allies translate coded messages, analyze evidence, get a lesson in meteorology and conduct experiments using both real and science-fictional gear on the way to a literally electrifying climax. The Emperor's identity is revealed at the end but as he remains at large, expect further sequels. The authors have way too much fun taking the opener's premise and evil conspiracy to the next level. Readers will too. (Sci-fantasy. 10-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyYY-GIU9s/Tzmt1kYUzNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yMboiu05unM/s1600/img304958.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyYY-GIU9s/Tzmt1kYUzNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yMboiu05unM/s320/img304958.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-6131528392568282784?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/6131528392568282784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=6131528392568282784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6131528392568282784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6131528392568282784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/benjamin-franklinstein-meets-fright.html' title='Benjamin Franklinstein Meets the Fright Brothers'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIyYY-GIU9s/Tzmt1kYUzNI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yMboiu05unM/s72-c/img304958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4745762468528319614</id><published>2012-02-13T16:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:39:33.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One and Only Ivan</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (October 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Ivan confronts his harrowing past yet stays true to his nature exemplifies everything youngsters need to know about courage. Living in a "domain" of glass, metal and cement at the Big Top Mall, Ivan sometimes forgets whether to act like a gorilla or a human--except Ivan does not think much of humans. He describes their behavior as frantic, whereas he is a peaceful artist. Fittingly, Ivan narrates his tale in short, image-rich sentences and acute, sometimes humorous, observations that are all the more heartbreaking for their simple delivery. His sorrow is palpable, but he stoically endures the cruelty of humans until Ruby the baby elephant is abused. In a pivotal scene, Ivan finally admits his domain is a cage, and, rather than let Ruby live and die in grim circumstances, he promises to save her. In order to express his plea in a painting, Ivan must bravely face buried memories of the lush jungle, his family and their brutal murder, which is recounted in a brief, powerful chapter sure to arouse readers' passions. In a compelling ending, the more challenging question Applegate poses is whether or not Ivan will remember what it was like to be a gorilla. Spot art captures poignant moments throughout. Utterly believable, this bittersweet story, complete with an author's note identifying the real Ivan, will inspire a new generation of advocates. (author's note) (Fiction. 8-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOiBMkwG7Pk/TzmtOueXJbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aYFZ8btmfgM/s1600/img73379.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOiBMkwG7Pk/TzmtOueXJbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aYFZ8btmfgM/s320/img73379.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-4745762468528319614?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/4745762468528319614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=4745762468528319614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4745762468528319614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4745762468528319614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-and-only-ivan.html' title='The One and Only Ivan'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOiBMkwG7Pk/TzmtOueXJbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/aYFZ8btmfgM/s72-c/img73379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8559193279310912129</id><published>2012-02-13T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:37:12.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can  You Survive the Titanic?  An Interactive Survival Adventure</title><content type='html'>School Library Journal (December 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gr 3-5-In this entertaining blend of fiction and nonfiction, readers have the choice of a voyage on the Titanic as a boy, a maid, or a ship's officer. In Storm Chasing, they get to decide if they'd rather face a hurricane, tornado, or flash flood. Each story path has many choices and a plethora of endings-and not all are happy. These are fast reads that will have students turning the pages back and forth until they think they've reached every permutation possible. The photos are bright, vivid, and exciting, and the books are graphically appealing.-Esther Keller, I.S. 278, Marine Park, NY (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6df4hLlOcXQ/TzmsnquCEvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/fKmlQxIKlUk/s1600/img333963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6df4hLlOcXQ/TzmsnquCEvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/fKmlQxIKlUk/s320/img333963.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-8559193279310912129?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/8559193279310912129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=8559193279310912129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8559193279310912129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8559193279310912129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/can-you-survive-titanic-interactive.html' title='Can  You Survive the Titanic?  An Interactive Survival Adventure'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6df4hLlOcXQ/TzmsnquCEvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/fKmlQxIKlUk/s72-c/img333963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4567119280998404668</id><published>2012-02-06T06:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T06:34:34.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Hamster</title><content type='html'>Publishers Weekly (June 27, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Hamster's birthday, but his best friend Dog seems to have forgotten. Hamster accompanies him on errands, including stopping at a bakery, as well as toy and party stores. At each stop, the hefty bulldog pretends to shop for himself, but is actually in cahoots with three mice keeping tabs on what Hamster wants. Lord uses a rhyme scheme similar to that in Hot Rod Hamster to describe the items in each store: "Spin toys, glow toys, wind it up and go toys./ Soft toys, hard toys, ride it through the yard toys. Which would you choose?" Just as Hamster becomes despondent, his friends greet him with a lively celebration. Those who miss the clues the first time, should enjoy being privy to them upon rereading. Ages 2-6. (Aug.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agErXnijnZU/Ty_k71WFdnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IqSWN1JdBbw/s1600/img327988.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agErXnijnZU/Ty_k71WFdnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IqSWN1JdBbw/s320/img327988.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-4567119280998404668?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/4567119280998404668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=4567119280998404668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4567119280998404668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4567119280998404668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-birthday-hamster.html' title='Happy Birthday Hamster'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agErXnijnZU/Ty_k71WFdnI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IqSWN1JdBbw/s72-c/img327988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-6269884449728026732</id><published>2012-02-06T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T06:25:00.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic  Voices From the Disaster</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (January 1, 2012)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what's sure to be a definitive work commemorating the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the RMS Titanic, Hopkinson offers a well-researched and fascinating account of the disaster. On Monday, April 15th, 1912, the magnificent Titanic sank after striking an iceberg in the North Atlantic. Of the 2,208 people on board, only 712 survived. It's a well-known story, though maybe not to young readers, who, if anything, might have seen the movie. Hopkinson orchestrates a wealth of material here, using a third-person narrative voice to tell the story while incorporating eyewitness accounts of people on the "most luxurious ship the world had ever seen." A huge number of archival photographs and reproductions of telegrams, maps, letters, illustrations, sidebars and even a dinner menu complement the text, yielding a volume as interesting for browsing as for through-reading. The voices include a stewardess, a science teacher, a 9-year-old boy, the ship's designer, the captain and a mother on her way to a new life in America. Best of all is the author's spirit: She encourages readers to think like historians and wonder what it would have been like on the Titanic and imagine each character's story. Fifty pages of backmatter will inform and guide readers who want to know even more. A thorough and absorbing recreation of the ill-fated voyage. (Nonfiction. 8-16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkaaCaJKuvU/Ty_iq5RZttI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ap41BXquvrc/s1600/img365004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkaaCaJKuvU/Ty_iq5RZttI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ap41BXquvrc/s320/img365004.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-6269884449728026732?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/6269884449728026732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=6269884449728026732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6269884449728026732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6269884449728026732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/titanic-voices-from-disaster.html' title='Titanic  Voices From the Disaster'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xkaaCaJKuvU/Ty_iq5RZttI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ap41BXquvrc/s72-c/img365004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-1090947673321914741</id><published>2012-02-06T06:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T06:21:56.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Harkness and the Panda</title><content type='html'>From the Publisher: In 1934, Ruth Harkness had never seen a panda bear. Not many people in the world had. But soon the young Mrs. Harkness would inherit an expedition from her explorer husband: the hunt for a panda. She knew that bringing back a panda would be hard. Impossible, even. But she intended to try. So she went to China, where she found a guide, built traps, gathered supplies, and had explorers' clothes made--unheard of for a woman in those days. Then she set out up the Yangtze River and into the wilderness. What she discovered would awe America: an adorable baby panda she named Su Lin, which means "a little bit of something very cute." With breathtaking illustrations from Caldecott Honor artist Melissa Sweet, this little-known true story shares the tale of an adventurous woman who was bold and brave--and the unforgettable journey that helped shape American attitudes toward wildlife. "From the Hardcover edition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx8SM70wR6M/Ty_h9T_nttI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DX3nDNVJEn4/s1600/img336207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx8SM70wR6M/Ty_h9T_nttI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DX3nDNVJEn4/s320/img336207.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-1090947673321914741?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/1090947673321914741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=1090947673321914741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1090947673321914741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1090947673321914741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/mrs-harkness-and-panda.html' title='Mrs. Harkness and the Panda'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx8SM70wR6M/Ty_h9T_nttI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DX3nDNVJEn4/s72-c/img336207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8785698166397017555</id><published>2012-02-06T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T06:18:20.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Ocean</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (January 1, 2012)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young explorers will be happy to dive into this captivatingly illustrated biography of the renowned oceanographer. Blue is everywhere, as is the marvelous diversity of undersea life, as Nivola recounts Earle's passion for the oceans. From early childhood, she cultivated her love of nature; her family's move to Florida, close to the Gulf of Mexico's enthralling depths, clinched things. From then on, Earle's explorations took her further and deeper. She helped design devices that allowed dives to profound underwater depths and witnessed the extraordinary phenomenon of bioluminescence. She lived for two weeks beneath the waves in a deep-sea station. Studies of whales yielded nearly magical observations. The detailed, richly colored, jewel-like illustrations capture the majesty of the undersea world and its astonishingly beautiful inhabitants. Nivola is careful to show Earle in perspective, so readers can fully comprehend the ocean's vastness and understand that humans are merely a part of the amazing richness of life on Earth and under its waters. A delicious invitation to swim with the fishes. (author's note, bibliography)(Picture book/biography. 5-9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptIwkWPkWrM/Ty_hIA3ziBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JE-DVEKm43M/s1600/img72164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptIwkWPkWrM/Ty_hIA3ziBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JE-DVEKm43M/s320/img72164.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-8785698166397017555?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/8785698166397017555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=8785698166397017555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8785698166397017555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8785698166397017555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/life-in-ocean.html' title='Life in the Ocean'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ptIwkWPkWrM/Ty_hIA3ziBI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JE-DVEKm43M/s72-c/img72164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4817060079910304790</id><published>2012-02-06T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T06:16:23.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Beanboy</title><content type='html'>Publishers Weekly (January 2, 2012)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-naturedly sardonic Tucker MacBean is a collector and aspiring creator of comic books, a preoccupation that he realizes doesn't rank high "on the sliding scale of middle-school coolness." He enters a contest to create a sidekick for his favorite superhero, convinced that a win will jump-start his popularity; he plans to give the prize-a college scholarship-to his overextended single mother, who's juggling classes and work. Tucker joins the art club to prepare his entry, and Sam (a classmate who Tucker sees as "arch nemesis to the world") is hired to babysit his special-needs brother after school. As Beanboy, Tucker's invented sidekick, takes shape (Harkrader also contributes sketches and comics-style panel art throughout), Tucker displays his own heroism when he reaches out to Sam after discovering why she is so belligerent and defensive. Tucker's rapport with his brother, concern for his mother, and frustration with his absent father (who now "only existed in e-mails") add emotional depth to Harkrader's (Airball: My Life in Briefs) believable portrait of school and family life. Ages 9-12. Agent: Steven Chudney, the Chudney Agency. (Feb.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0giqt2i9uSg/Ty_gqEE0t2I/AAAAAAAAAmg/_uPw2RAqYQM/s1600/img41007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0giqt2i9uSg/Ty_gqEE0t2I/AAAAAAAAAmg/_uPw2RAqYQM/s320/img41007.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-4817060079910304790?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/4817060079910304790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=4817060079910304790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4817060079910304790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4817060079910304790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/adventures-of-beanboy.html' title='The Adventures of Beanboy'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0giqt2i9uSg/Ty_gqEE0t2I/AAAAAAAAAmg/_uPw2RAqYQM/s72-c/img41007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-7870308780769388514</id><published>2012-02-01T11:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:21:43.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plant a Kiss</title><content type='html'>Booklist (December 15, 2011 (Vol. 108, No. 8))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preschool-Grade 2. Children must wonder why adults say some of the curious things that they do—for instance, the phrase planting a kiss. Here, in charming, minimalist fashion, Rosenthal imagines a literal interpretation of the trope, spinning it out to a whimsical yet weighty conclusion. A young girl, known in the rhyming text as Little Miss, plants a kiss in the ground. After careful tending, a delicately sparkling sprout grows, and the girl decides to share her wondrous harvest with the world, diligently traveling to the farthest corners to do so. What is being shared exactly is left open to interpretation, but Reynolds’ winsome, small-scale illustrations—a perfect vehicle for this conceptual story—feature flourishes of yellow glitter that will help young children connect to the metaphorical aspect of the tale. A fine starting point for discussions about kindness, generosity, and how every person has the potential to affect big change. Not bad for a book that starts with one little kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqLuT6yerrs/TymQu5YJq3I/AAAAAAAAAmY/0hm9ihleB-I/s1600/img331050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqLuT6yerrs/TymQu5YJq3I/AAAAAAAAAmY/0hm9ihleB-I/s320/img331050.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-7870308780769388514?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/7870308780769388514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=7870308780769388514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7870308780769388514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7870308780769388514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/plant-kiss.html' title='Plant a Kiss'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqLuT6yerrs/TymQu5YJq3I/AAAAAAAAAmY/0hm9ihleB-I/s72-c/img331050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-3003646123457978076</id><published>2012-02-01T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:18:07.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of the Garden:  Food Chains and the Food Web in Our Backyard</title><content type='html'>Horn Book (January/February, 2012)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice and her family have a wonderful plot of land upon which they grow edible plants, raise chickens, and enjoy their many interactions with the wide variety of living things in their backyard ecosystem. Changes that occur during the garden growing season are attractively portrayed in Lamont's cheery illustrations, where even the bugs and dirt are irresistibly appealing. Also included is scientific information about such topics as composting, plant life cycles, food chains and food webs, and nutrition. The anthropomorphized chickens, it seems, are quite science-savvy, as their direct addresses to readers throughout the text explain the underlying facts. Particularly effective is the careful building of the concept of the food web from initial discussions of what eats what to full consideration of interdependent food relationships. danielle j. ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1RjzPmu9Tc/TymPzNUOwoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3gKkIFJi2mo/s1600/img110315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1RjzPmu9Tc/TymPzNUOwoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3gKkIFJi2mo/s320/img110315.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-3003646123457978076?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/3003646123457978076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=3003646123457978076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3003646123457978076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3003646123457978076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/secrets-of-garden-food-chains-and-food.html' title='Secrets of the Garden:  Food Chains and the Food Web in Our Backyard'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t1RjzPmu9Tc/TymPzNUOwoI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3gKkIFJi2mo/s72-c/img110315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-7474910000514377004</id><published>2012-02-01T11:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:15:55.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Behave, Pablo Picasso!</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (January 15, 2012)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A terrific opening--a serene, classical landscape interrupted by Pablo Picasso's exuberant burst through the canvas of this bucolic scene--leads into a simplified look at Picasso's artistic development from adolescent prodigy through his 20s. From Picasso's "blue" period in Paris through his cheerier "rose" period, the young "Mr. Big Famous Art Star" still beloved of critics discovers the visual power of African masks, eventually producing the surprising Les Demoiselles d'Avignon. Winter charts the course of an artist determined to travel by his own compass. He depicts the young adult Picasso beset by critics on every side (including an unnamed wife--"Why can't you keep painting beautiful pictures?"--though Picasso would not actually marry any of the women in his life until much later). Hawkes' vibrant, full-bleed illustrations offer Picasso as a superhero of sorts, red cape included, dashing as his artistic muse might inspire, and faithfully reproduce a few familiar works. A bit of magical realism intrudes as Picasso floats through Paris and later when "Picasso expands himself to a height of one hundred feet" to face down his critics. A mere taste of the iconoclastic artist emerges, but an essential point is conveyed--that Picasso understood that art is more than the eye perceives as "real." An energetic and affectionate introduction to an artist who was always somewhat larger than life. (biographical note) (Picture book. 5-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttK3VEZNFZg/TymPW1cS6MI/AAAAAAAAAmI/NBUyphbOcuM/s1600/img114930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttK3VEZNFZg/TymPW1cS6MI/AAAAAAAAAmI/NBUyphbOcuM/s320/img114930.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-7474910000514377004?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/7474910000514377004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=7474910000514377004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7474910000514377004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7474910000514377004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/just-behave-pablo-picasso.html' title='Just Behave, Pablo Picasso!'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ttK3VEZNFZg/TymPW1cS6MI/AAAAAAAAAmI/NBUyphbOcuM/s72-c/img114930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-5831687606847668671</id><published>2012-02-01T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:14:09.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Come the Girl Scouts!</title><content type='html'>Booklist (January 1, 2012 (Vol. 108, No. 9))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 1-4. On March 12, 2012, the Girl Scouts will have been in existence for 100 years, and it’s all thanks to Juliette Daisy Gordon Low. Daisy was a girl with gumption; an opening illustration shows her joy at hanging from a tree, petticoat on full display. A trip to England later in life introduces Daisy to the Boy Scouts and Girl Guides, and the rest, as they say, is history. Ambitious in scope, this picture-book biography covers everything from the first meeting of the Girl Scouts to its first handbook (with guidance on such things as how to stop a runaway horse) to troop expansion across the country. A final inspiring spread offers up portraits of former Girl Scouts, including Hillary Rodham Clinton and Gloria Steinem, and it leaves one portrait empty: you. Well-chosen quotes from the original handbook (fresh air is your great friend) are incorporated into Hooper’s exuberant illustrations, which were created using paint, ink, and printmaking techniques. Extensive back matter includes Girl Scout–related history, legacy, photos, and sources. Girl power, all the way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERTVsmcKgrE/TymO9bx6_TI/AAAAAAAAAmA/DyU-SvL7LpE/s1600/img344546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERTVsmcKgrE/TymO9bx6_TI/AAAAAAAAAmA/DyU-SvL7LpE/s320/img344546.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-5831687606847668671?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/5831687606847668671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=5831687606847668671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5831687606847668671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5831687606847668671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/here-come-girl-scouts.html' title='Here Come the Girl Scouts!'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERTVsmcKgrE/TymO9bx6_TI/AAAAAAAAAmA/DyU-SvL7LpE/s72-c/img344546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-948551289715728072</id><published>2012-02-01T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:10:59.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same, Same but Different</title><content type='html'>Horn Book (November/December, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailash, from India, and Elliot, from the United States, exchange letters and drawings in this joyful celebration of transcontinental pen-pal friendship. In Nepal and India, author-illustrator Kostecki-Shaw learned the saying "same, same but different" to compare cultures, and the boys use it throughout the book as they learn about each other's families, abodes, schools, alphabets (Kailash's is Hindi, yet not identified as such), and ways of greeting. Simple, predictable, repeated text, written in a handwritten but clear font, makes the story easy to read. Brilliantly colored illustrations created with collage, acrylics, crayon, pencil, and tissue paper help highlight the two worlds and make the book perfect for sharing with a crowd. Tiny details (stamps, painting on walls, signs on city buildings) add interest for close viewing as well. The children in the stylized art, large-headed and open-eyed, add humor to a book that could have simply been a lesson in "let's all get along." Young readers will close the book longing to have a friend from another place; for schools with global partnerships, this will be a go-to book for introducing these projects to classrooms. robin l. smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo9NiLEFaq0/TymONYFBFkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/yNvOEHxJnGk/s1600/img313844.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo9NiLEFaq0/TymONYFBFkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/yNvOEHxJnGk/s320/img313844.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-948551289715728072?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/948551289715728072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=948551289715728072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/948551289715728072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/948551289715728072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/02/same-same-but-different.html' title='Same, Same but Different'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uo9NiLEFaq0/TymONYFBFkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/yNvOEHxJnGk/s72-c/img313844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-1285262732040777834</id><published>2012-01-23T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:43:17.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Hugo's Huge Ego</title><content type='html'>School Library Journal (August 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gr 1-3-King Hugo is a mini monarch (he's three foot three) who thinks very highly of himself. He makes his subjects bow to him as he extols his magnificence throughout the kingdom. One day his royal coach careens by a woman working along the road and sends her into a ditch. She just happens to be a sorceress and casts a spell on him. Each time he begins to brag, his head grows a tad bigger. When he topples from the top of the castle and rolls like a boulder into the valley, he once again meets the sorceress, who reveals her curse. To prove she is the creator of his misfortune, she allows all the haughty things he has said to explode from his head. Returning to his original appearance, he realizes what a fool he had been and humbly apologizes. "What happened next was kismet/yet truly unforeseen:/he became a better man,/and she became a queen!" This enchanting story in verse will appeal to readers who can laugh at the foolhardy king while enjoying his bizarre transformation. Children will revel at the fanciful illustrations and celebrate when the braggart receives his comeuppance. The gouache illustrations demand attention and are rich in comedic detail with a fairy-tale quality. This is a great group read-aloud that offers opportunity for reflection and discussion.-Diane Antezzo, Ridgefield Library, CT (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. 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It is practically a user's guide for how an adult and child can engage in conversation while reading together. As with Ljungkvist's other "Follow the Line" books, it takes readers through a familiar setting-school-and asks youngsters to find, count, or reply to prompts, such as, "Fred is the class pet. Can you guess what kind of animal he is?" The answers aren't always as easy as they might seem. This particular book is great for familiarizing pre-kindergarteners with all of the possibilities of an engaging school environment, or for talking about similarities and differences between the artist's images and a child's current institution. As readers follow the line from page to page, they encounter areas that may be confined to a classroom, or may have separate quarters, such as the art, music, and eating areas. The clever mixed-media artwork is brimming with familiar artifacts and tools, yet Ljungkvist's clean-cut Scandinavian style and simplicity of composition keep the pages from being visually overwhelming.-Maggie Chase, Boise State University, ID (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. 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Then again, he is the only dog at Champlain Elementary School. No one can resist a dog who hangs his head out the school bus window, willing the bus to go "Faster! Faster!" or seriously considers the principal's advice, "Try not to lick anyone today." While the straightforward sentences tell of a day in the life of a school dog, it's the pithy speech and thought bubbles that really bring on the giggles. Bliss's children have an adult look to them -- their heads seem a bit big and their hairstyles more grown-up than kid -- which also adds humor. Children will love watching Bailey read and write, put his own spin on arithmetic, and try to trade food at lunch. Though Bailey has surprising human skills, he is still a garbage-picking, squirrel-following, tail-wagging canine. Most of the spreads have details that will be revealed upon rereading, such as the amusing book titles and a cat calendar in Bailey's bedroom. A classmate like Bailey would make any day at school a better one. robin l. smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYTqUuluIaw/Tx1wQB6S4lI/AAAAAAAAAlg/7f_WWa82FBo/s1600/img303441.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYTqUuluIaw/Tx1wQB6S4lI/AAAAAAAAAlg/7f_WWa82FBo/s320/img303441.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-6017300358388897038?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/6017300358388897038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=6017300358388897038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6017300358388897038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6017300358388897038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/bailey.html' title='Bailey'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tYTqUuluIaw/Tx1wQB6S4lI/AAAAAAAAAlg/7f_WWa82FBo/s72-c/img303441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-2465479140545664552</id><published>2012-01-23T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:33:56.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Teach a Slug to Read</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (January 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pearson is a slug intimate, having previously charted the course of two Slugs in Love (illustrated by Kevin O'Malley, 2006), so who better to explain, exactly, the best way to teach a slug to read? It is really quite elementary, starting with opening the book (make sure it has slug characters), read it to the slug, point out repeating words, help sound them out, get a vocabulary list going, underline favorite words and, you bet, "[r]ead your slug's favorite poems to him as many times as he wants. Read him other books too!" This slug's favorite is Mother Slug's book of poetry, with such old gems as "Mary had a little slug, / His skin was smooth as silk" and "Whatever can the matter be? / Sally Slug has climbed a tree" and "Sweet Sammy Slug / Slides through the town." Slonim's upbeat illustrations give readers a sense that they are there with the slugs, flipping the pages, while the interjections from the slugs-"Sl-uh-uh-g! Hey, I can read SLUG!"-convey, with a light hand, the joys of reading. And though it isn't cricket to diminish a slug's capabilities, readers can't help but feel that if a slug is up to the task, well then, maybe someone else in the room is, too. (Picture book. 4-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8VsOq_HVMk/Tx1vx-SxXuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OgMO0eMYGeM/s1600/img339116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8VsOq_HVMk/Tx1vx-SxXuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OgMO0eMYGeM/s320/img339116.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-2465479140545664552?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/2465479140545664552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=2465479140545664552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2465479140545664552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2465479140545664552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-to-teach-slug-to-read.html' title='How to Teach a Slug to Read'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8VsOq_HVMk/Tx1vx-SxXuI/AAAAAAAAAlY/OgMO0eMYGeM/s72-c/img339116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-6720212796348027667</id><published>2012-01-23T06:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T06:14:17.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friendship Doll</title><content type='html'>School Library Journal (August 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gr 4-6-Larson brings her talent for historical fiction to this story of one of the 58 handcrafted, child-size dolls Japan presented to the United States in 1927 as a goodwill gesture. Fans of doll stories will be enchanted by the way Miss Kanagawa changes the lives of five children of varying circumstances over a span of decades and learns to feel love despite herself. The theme of being kind to others could come across as didactic in less-skilled hands than Larson's, but the initial contrast between the doll's moralizing, superior tone and her actual disregard for humans lightens the mood considerably. The story is not solely lighthearted, however; heavy topics such as death, grief, and aging are addressed in a straightforward yet remarkably affecting manner. The book's background is meticulously researched, with the era of the 1920s-'40s evoked through slang and radio-show references, and authentic Japanese cultural details are thoughtfully described. An author's note explains that some pivotal plot points are fictionalized, but the true story of the Friendship Dolls is so intriguing that readers may be moved to learn more. A little research shows that the author cleverly constructed the narrative to match Miss Kanagawa's real-life fate, a detail that will delight historical-fiction enthusiasts. The idea of a doll becoming more human through its interactions with children may not be wholly original, but that is part of the comforting appeal of this lovely tribute to a little-known piece of history.-Allison Tran, Mission Viejo Library, CA (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-se3-K3kTGzw/Tx1rK-jDusI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VhtQkriGvzc/s1600/img316017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-se3-K3kTGzw/Tx1rK-jDusI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VhtQkriGvzc/s320/img316017.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-6720212796348027667?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/6720212796348027667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=6720212796348027667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6720212796348027667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6720212796348027667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/friendship-doll.html' title='The Friendship Doll'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-se3-K3kTGzw/Tx1rK-jDusI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/VhtQkriGvzc/s72-c/img316017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-3828137251113047595</id><published>2012-01-17T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:32:31.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me...Jane</title><content type='html'>Booklist starred (March 15, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 14)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preschool-Grade 3. Little Jane loves her stuffed animal, a chimpanzee named Jubilee, and carries him everywhere she goes. Mainly, they go outdoors, where they watch birds building their nests and squirrels chasing each other. Jane reads about animals in books and keeps a notebook of sketches, information, and puzzles. Feeling her kinship with all of nature, she often climbs her favorite tree and reads about another Jane, Tarzan’s Jane. She dreams that one day she, too, will live in the African jungle and help the animals. And one day, she does. With the story’s last page turn, the illustrations change from ink-and-watercolor scenes of Jane as a child, toting Jubilee, to a color photo of Jane Goodall as a young woman in Africa, extending her hand to a chimpanzee. Quietly told and expressively illustrated, the story of the child as a budding naturalist is charming on its own, but the photo on the last page opens it up through a well-chosen image that illuminates the connections between childhood dreams and adult reality. On two appended pages, “About Jane Goodall” describes her work, while “A Message from Jane” invites others to get involved. This remarkable picture book is one of the few that speaks, in a meaningful way, to all ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7TJmLGELro/TxWikdOUqaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7Sc7lDtw_e0/s1600/img104102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7TJmLGELro/TxWikdOUqaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7Sc7lDtw_e0/s320/img104102.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-3828137251113047595?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/3828137251113047595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=3828137251113047595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3828137251113047595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3828137251113047595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/mejane.html' title='Me...Jane'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H7TJmLGELro/TxWikdOUqaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7Sc7lDtw_e0/s72-c/img104102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-7603887855489425579</id><published>2012-01-17T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:24:42.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiener Wolf</title><content type='html'>Publishers Weekly (May 2, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crosby (Little Lions, Bull Baiters, &amp;amp; Hunting Hounds) turns in a tight, polished performance in this story of a dachshund that answers the call of the wild (and then redials). Crosby's paintings display a thorough understanding of his hero's boredom-and sense of adventure. Wiener Dog lies belly up in his dog bed, watching as Granny slops another can of wet dog food into his bowl; one can almost hear him groan. So when he runs away and befriends a pack of wolves, life seems ideal. "He had a new backyard and a new water dish and new squeaky toys," Crosby writes as Wiener Dog runs through the forest, drinks from a stream, and tussles with adorable wolf cubs. Ideal, that is, until the climax of the wolves' hunt; it occurs offstage, but is clearly bloody. "Yikes!" says Wiener Dog. Crosby employs an array of techniques in his visual storytelling, from the way Wiener Dog appears to run right out of spot illustrations to the hilarious contrast between the turtleneck sweater-wearing dog and the slavering wolves. This wiener's a winner. Ages 4-7. (July) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. 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Three felines prepare to read Cat Secrets, a book so precious it's kept in a protective glass case. But first they need to make sure that there are no noncats around, and begin their investigations. They break through the fourth wall and directly challenge readers to meow, purr, and stretch. They take some convincing, and are so preoccupied with readers that they do not see a mouse sneaking around them, angling to snatch the book himself. The cats' willingness to read their secrets aloud hinges on one final test (taking a nap), which they proceed to do, giving the mouse free access to the tome. Czekaj's cartoons done in a palette of primary colors and with expressive use of speech bubbles and eyebrows make this a comedic gem. The book has obvious appeal as a read-aloud, with its instructions and large-format cartoons, but it has the intimacy of a story to be read independently. Emerging readers who have cut their teeth on Mo Willems's similarly chatty "Elephant and Piggie" series (Hyperion) will feel more than capable of tackling this book.-Kara Schaff Dean, Walpole Public Library, MA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. 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This understated picture book is certain to spark the imagination of every child who comes upon it, and what could be better than that? Annabelle lives in a black-and-white world, where everything is drab, drab, drab. So imagine her surprise when she finds a box filled with yarn of every color. Armed with the yarn and knitting needles, she makes herself a sweater, but after she finishes, she finds that she has extra yarn left over. After knitting a sweater for her dog, her classmates, and various (hilariously unsurprised) bunnies and bears, she still has extra yarn. So, Annabelle turns her attention to things that don’t usually wear wool cozies: houses and cars and mailboxes. Soon an evil archduke with a sinister mustache “who was very fond of clothes” hears about the magic box of never-ending yarn, and he wants it for his own. Reading like a droll fairy tale, this Barnett-Klassen collaboration is both seamless and magical. The spare, elegant text and art are also infused with plenty of deadpan humor. Klassen (I Want My Hat Back, 2011) uses ink, gouache, and digital illustration to fashion Annabelle’s world out of geometric shapes, set against dark, saturated pages, and against white as the town comes to colorful, stitched life. Quirky and wonderful, this story quietly celebrates a child’s ingenuity and her ability to change the world around her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6FhMcoAP7U/TxWexSGqykI/AAAAAAAAAkw/a3re2iXwoZI/s1600/img62910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6FhMcoAP7U/TxWexSGqykI/AAAAAAAAAkw/a3re2iXwoZI/s320/img62910.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-6707254547557507690?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/6707254547557507690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=6707254547557507690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6707254547557507690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6707254547557507690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/extra-yarn.html' title='Extra Yarn'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6FhMcoAP7U/TxWexSGqykI/AAAAAAAAAkw/a3re2iXwoZI/s72-c/img62910.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-5101362639275724679</id><published>2012-01-09T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T07:00:12.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello To Zorro!</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (February 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a dog, Mr. Bud leads a dog's life. It is most gratifying: eat, walk, nap, nap, nap, eat, walk, movie, sleep-"and everybody stuck to the schedule. No exceptions." Then young Zorro, a pug, joins the family and threatens to make a hash of things. Zorro comes equipped with his own toys, his own moods and-forefend!-his own schedule, but it turns out to jibe with Mr. Bud's, and that common ground launches their friendship. Goodrich has a delightfully economical and humorous voice: trim yet filled with barely contained emotion-kind of like a dog. "One day, right at greet and make a fuss time... / there was a stranger. / And there was trouble" (the fateful confrontation takes place over three pages). In the background, in a lighter typeface, are the voices of humans, largely ignored. And the artwork is arresting, done in watercolors of enormous personality and quality. Mr. Bud is a mutt and mostly nose; Zorro is all face: expressive, raccoon eyes and a mouth that speaks volumes if not words. Goodrich catches them in classic dog behavior-supine with legs akimbo, charging out the door before it is fully open, expectant with chin on the edge of the bed-and he graces them with the kind of appeal that you really want to see them again.(Picture book. 4-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Igik5EeEPro/TwsA7v7mOOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2iIP6wha9zw/s1600/img54258.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Igik5EeEPro/TwsA7v7mOOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2iIP6wha9zw/s320/img54258.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-5101362639275724679?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/5101362639275724679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=5101362639275724679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5101362639275724679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5101362639275724679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/say-hello-to-zorro.html' title='Say Hello To Zorro!'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Igik5EeEPro/TwsA7v7mOOI/AAAAAAAAAkg/2iIP6wha9zw/s72-c/img54258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-7555463536317518052</id><published>2012-01-09T06:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:43:26.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max's Castle</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (August 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banks and Kulikov's Max is back in his third escapade of wordplay. Billing it as a sequel to Max's Words (2006) and Max's Dragon (2008), this author/illustrator team again presents a clever tale that embodies the possibilities of a child's imagination. When Max finds something amazing in a box under his bed-wooden alphabet blocks-he uses them to start building a castle. His two older brothers get into the act, and, lo and behold, WALLS become HALLS, a MOAT becomes a BOAT, PIRATES become RAT PIES, and BATTLE becomes BABBLE as the boys move the blocks, rearrange letters and transform words into a full-blown castle scenario. That is, until the castle comes under siege by a BLACK CAT turned BLOCK CAT ("It must smell the rat pies," says Karl). Playful perspectives, vivid colors and animated action are brilliantly executed with details that require a second look, then a third. Kulikov takes readers back and forth from reality to fantasy using the alphabet blocks as a bridge in inspiring fashion. The "king called his knights to the round table. And for their loyal FEATS he organized a FEAST. From the castle TAPESTRY he made PASTRY. And from the PARAPETS he made TEA." This homage to the power of imagination one ingenious and entertaining game of wordplay. (Picture book. 5-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gicx8I4-ouk/Twr9A9JA8SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vxXpBh-m9Jw/s1600/img314445.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gicx8I4-ouk/Twr9A9JA8SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vxXpBh-m9Jw/s320/img314445.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-7555463536317518052?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/7555463536317518052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=7555463536317518052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7555463536317518052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7555463536317518052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/maxs-castle.html' title='Max&apos;s Castle'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gicx8I4-ouk/Twr9A9JA8SI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vxXpBh-m9Jw/s72-c/img314445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-296763993492921132</id><published>2012-01-09T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:39:37.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Astonishing Secret of Awesome Man</title><content type='html'>School Library Journal (August 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-Gr 2-Awesome Man can smash through the time barrier, shoot positronic rays out of his eyeballs, and combat mutant Jell-O from Beyond the Stars. "But don't think it's nonstop fun and photons being Awesome Man. Sometimes it can be pretty hard.." When a superhero feels tired and angry, he can always head for the Fortress of Awesome, where Mom is waiting with cheese and crackers and chocolate milk. Chabon's first picture book discharges delectable language like "several billion kilojoules per nanosecond," "Professor Von Evil in his Antimatter Slimebot," and "thermo vulcanized protein-delivery orb." Things are more likely to skloosh and skarunch than not. Verbiage like this nudges the story into read-aloud territory, and children will be swooping around the room as they listen. But if they stop long enough to peek at the pages, they'll enjoy the way Parker kicks it up another notch with hyperkinetic, hypercolored comic-book action scenes. The depiction of a showdown between Awesome Man and his nemesis-the Flaming Eyeball-is priceless. Readers may notice that there's a moral peeking out from Awesome Man's cape, but they'll still grab this story in their "ginormous Awesome Power Grip" and not let go.-Susan Weitz, formerly at Spencer-Van Etten School District, Spencer, NY (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. 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The stack of papers to grade threatens to overtake her, and she calls for help from her friends who are hiding in the desk drawer: the stapler, scissors, pencil, eraser, pushpin, and highlighter. The excuses mount up, and Little Red Pen knows she will have to do all the work herself. While laboring, she becomes exhausted and falls into the Pit of No Return -- the trashcan. The lazy office supplies come up with a Rube Goldberg contraption in order to rescue her, complete with rulers, paper clips, a hamster, and enough plays on words to keep even the most jaded reader chortling. Stevens's humor-filled watercolors are busy and active, especially since each character is a familiar object with its own personality, facial and body expressions, color, and even typeface. Particularly memorable are the stapler, with amazing teeth and tired eyes; the lime-green highlighter's bushy hair; and the sassy Latina pushpin, Senorita Chincheta. A rollicking read-aloud, this is a book that begs to be turned into a class play, readers' theater, or puppet show. robin l. smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MoxFND0Kzs/TwHBlRrg22I/AAAAAAAAAkI/p9C9jGwiqDs/s1600/img85107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MoxFND0Kzs/TwHBlRrg22I/AAAAAAAAAkI/p9C9jGwiqDs/s320/img85107.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-270815119147335043?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/270815119147335043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=270815119147335043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/270815119147335043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/270815119147335043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-red-pen.html' title='The Little Red Pen'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MoxFND0Kzs/TwHBlRrg22I/AAAAAAAAAkI/p9C9jGwiqDs/s72-c/img85107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-5402776143185400251</id><published>2012-01-02T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:36:53.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fourth Stall</title><content type='html'>Booklist (February 15, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 12))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 4-7. Sixth-graders Mac and Vince have been running an advice and assistance service for fellow grade-school students since they were in kindergarten. Mac is a problem solver, Vince is a whiz at keeping track of the money and favors they earn, and both boys are avid Chicago Cubs fans. Their “office” is located in an underused school bathroom, hence this first novel’s title. The business takes a beating—and then so does the boys’ friendship—when an older kid applies muscle to the threats he has made to grade-schoolers who owe gambling debts. Rylander has created a cast of memorable and varied characters, replete with emotional as well as social lives. Mac narrates the convoluted tale with the arch flatness of a 1940s satire of the noir detective genre, so swallowing even the more preposterous coincidences is easy for the sake of the story’s fun. An excellent boy book that would do well in a father-son book discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqB3F1CiBR8/TwHA-v8G62I/AAAAAAAAAj8/KyV8XqPE0Vk/s1600/img301687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqB3F1CiBR8/TwHA-v8G62I/AAAAAAAAAj8/KyV8XqPE0Vk/s320/img301687.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-5402776143185400251?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/5402776143185400251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=5402776143185400251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5402776143185400251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5402776143185400251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/fourth-stall.html' title='The Fourth Stall'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PqB3F1CiBR8/TwHA-v8G62I/AAAAAAAAAj8/KyV8XqPE0Vk/s72-c/img301687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8144632839940392057</id><published>2012-01-02T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:33:31.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flint Heart</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (August 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart-shaped talisman created in the Stone Age brings terribly corrupting power to those who possess it, until 12-year-old Charles Jago manages to destroy it permanently. This magical adventure begins with the fashioning of a piece of flint into a charm for hardening hearts. A hard-hearted individual can rule his tribe in the Stone Age and, fast-forwarding to the early 20th century, become the leader in one's community, but at a cost to his good nature, family and friends. That's what happens first to Charles' father, then to an imp called a Jacky Toad and then to a badger. Happily and with help from his little sister, his dog, the king of Fairyland, a talking hot-water bottle and the all-knowing Zagabog, Charles wrests the stone away from each one in turn, with no harm done. After all, this is a fairy tale. Written by Eden Phillpotts and first published in 1910, this traditional story has been deftly abridged and brought up to date by the Patersons. They've preserved the faintly English narrative voice and humor, idiosyncratic characters, lively action, distinctive Dartmoor setting and even many of the words. The 21st-century version features thoughtful design and Rocco's digitally colored film-animation-style illustrations, including chapter-heads, full-page images and decorations throughout. A grand tale skillfully updated and tightened up, this should win the hearts of a new generation. (Fantasy. 8-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AeVACzk8Dl4/TwHALzdZn0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/dhBhokDY4Z0/s1600/img311524.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AeVACzk8Dl4/TwHALzdZn0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/dhBhokDY4Z0/s320/img311524.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-8144632839940392057?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/8144632839940392057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=8144632839940392057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8144632839940392057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8144632839940392057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/flint-heart.html' title='The Flint Heart'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AeVACzk8Dl4/TwHALzdZn0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/dhBhokDY4Z0/s72-c/img311524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-3014319178762395008</id><published>2012-01-02T06:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:31:28.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Won Ton</title><content type='html'>Booklist starred (February 1, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 11))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades K-3. Although the subtitle says haiku, as Wardlaw explains in her opening author’s note, the poems that make up this picture-book celebration of the child-pet bond are actually written in similarly structured senryu, a form that focuses on personality and behavior instead of on the natural world, as haiku does. Here the central personality belongs to a feisty shelter cat who has never known cozy domestic life: “Nice place they got here. / Bed. Bowl. Blankie. Just like home. / Or so I’ve been told.” Then a boy arrives, scoops the cat from his cage, brings him home, and names him Won Ton (“How can I / be soup? Some day, I’ll tell you / my real name. Maybe”). Both the tightly constructed lines and elegant, playful illustrations unerringly imagine a cat’s world, including the characteristic feline seesaw between aloof independence and purring, kneading adoration. Like Bob Raczka’s Guyku (2010), this title shows that poetry can be fun, free, and immediate, even as it follows traditional structure; “The Car Ride,” for example, reads, “Letmeoutletme / outletmeoutletmeout. / Wait—let me back in!” Yelchin’s expressive graphite-and-gouache artwork nods to the poetic form’s roots with echoes of Japanese woodblock prints and creates a lovable, believable character in this wry, heartwarming title that’s sure to find wide acceptance in the classroom and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRi-zkH-_T4/TwG_q5eqZsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Cw_VOxA9kEk/s1600/img80531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRi-zkH-_T4/TwG_q5eqZsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Cw_VOxA9kEk/s320/img80531.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-3014319178762395008?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/3014319178762395008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=3014319178762395008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3014319178762395008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3014319178762395008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/won-ton.html' title='Won Ton'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRi-zkH-_T4/TwG_q5eqZsI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Cw_VOxA9kEk/s72-c/img80531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8438035749915435767</id><published>2012-01-02T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T06:27:40.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Press Here</title><content type='html'>Booklist (April 1, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 15))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preschool-Grade 2. Without so much as a single tab to pull or flap to turn, this might be the most interactive picture book of the year. A simple yellow dot greets readers on the first page: “Press here and turn the page.” A second dot appears; then, after touching that, a third. The simple commands continue, as the reader rubs, taps, shakes, blows, and tilts the book, causing the various dots to react as if the actually book contained a multidimensional space. For example, blowing on the page at one point gets rid of a black background—but now all the dots are shoved up against the top, leaving a huge expanse of white. No problem: “Stand the book up straight to make those dots drop down again.” It’s impossible—impossible!—not to do what the unseen narrator asks, and those who pick this up is going to find themselves looking a mite silly, which is all part of the fun. The bright primary colors and heavy stock make this spartan affair look like a toy, which is entirely appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5fYSb4B51c/TwG-wtYWfNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/icST7Wo-0UE/s1600/img300157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5fYSb4B51c/TwG-wtYWfNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/icST7Wo-0UE/s320/img300157.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-8438035749915435767?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/8438035749915435767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=8438035749915435767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8438035749915435767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8438035749915435767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2012/01/press-here.html' title='Press Here'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5fYSb4B51c/TwG-wtYWfNI/AAAAAAAAAjY/icST7Wo-0UE/s72-c/img300157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-3312926592293511065</id><published>2011-12-12T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:30:38.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Play!</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (June 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This jaunty rhyme set in a school playground serves as a playful introduction to the mathematical concept of doubling. Jill and Jake, monkey friends, join their other animal classmates at recess to gallop, race, climb, jump rope, kick ball and blow bubbles, while coupling their playtime antics with matching addition equations. When they hang from the monkey bars "with just their knees, / they grip the bars. / They're upside-downside / circus stars," proving "2 knees + 2 knees = 4 knees." Children accustomed to the play-to-learn environment of today's curriculum will cheerily join in the fun with this precursor to multiplication that extends the math lesson to the pleasures of physical activity. Full-bleed double-page watercolor spreads offer a variety of playground scenes, each with a different equation to encompass the doubling sums of the numerals 1-10. Children will easily grasp the concept of mathematical equations as they readily count items clearly depicted in each scene and offered on the endpapers. The frolicsome verse and efficacious design combine to highlight a precise exercise, making this concept picture book a twofold success.(Picture book. 6-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjfPwm78hMA/TuYsIqD6zGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/C5zwB6GH63s/s1600/img133978.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjfPwm78hMA/TuYsIqD6zGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/C5zwB6GH63s/s320/img133978.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-3312926592293511065?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/3312926592293511065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=3312926592293511065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3312926592293511065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3312926592293511065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/12/double-play.html' title='Double Play!'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IjfPwm78hMA/TuYsIqD6zGI/AAAAAAAAAjM/C5zwB6GH63s/s72-c/img133978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4836319267819985523</id><published>2011-12-12T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:28:13.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desk Stories</title><content type='html'>Booklist (August 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 22))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 1-3. Author and illustrator O’Malley repeats the formula that worked so well in Backpack Stories (2009) in this humorous picture-book tribute to school desks. Presented in a graphic-novel format, six fanciful, silly stories incorporate situations that any child who has endured a tedious class will appreciate, from a hamster set loose on an obnoxious classmate (“I’m the best”) to a talking desk that intones, “You are my prisoner!” The comic-panel visuals emphasize the episodic nature of the stories and allow O’Malley to use different artistic styles depending on each entry’s mood, from dark and foreboding to bright and joke cracking. Though some stories may reinforce students’ feelings that they’re being held hostage in school, this lighthearted offering will likely produce cheers rather than jeers and makes a great choice for reluctant readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9R_RmqOY99Y/TuYrk6Ef-SI/AAAAAAAAAjE/b44h9QyW6CA/s1600/img337516.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9R_RmqOY99Y/TuYrk6Ef-SI/AAAAAAAAAjE/b44h9QyW6CA/s320/img337516.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-4836319267819985523?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/4836319267819985523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=4836319267819985523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4836319267819985523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4836319267819985523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/12/desk-stories.html' title='Desk Stories'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9R_RmqOY99Y/TuYrk6Ef-SI/AAAAAAAAAjE/b44h9QyW6CA/s72-c/img337516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8320961591025660877</id><published>2011-12-12T08:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:25:28.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clink</title><content type='html'>Horn Book (May/June, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clink, who's "rusty (even his dust had rust)" and "squeaky (even his creaks made squeaks)," just can't compete with his newer, fancier peers in the robot store. While others are able to perform tasks such as completing homework, baking cookies, picking up dirty laundry, or playing baseball, Clink is programmed to play old-fashioned music and make (dry) toast. After watching customers leave with his newfangled friends, Clink becomes progressively despondent and discouraged. However, when a young boy named Milton discounts one new robot after another, Clink is able to show his stuff by breaking out in a "head-boppin', toast-poppin', show-stoppin' tune," dancing with twirls and twists, and -- oops! -- hitting Milton with a rusty spring. As good luck would have it though, Milton "likes burned toast, is great at fixing things, and...loves to dance." The witty text, occasionally interspersed with colorful, onomatopoeic robot-centric words ("Plink! Pop! Ping!"), is ideal for reading aloud. DiPucchio skillfully mixes the self-esteem-building moral with a retro quality, and parents will dig the sense of nostalgia-for-the-simpler-things the way youngsters will the sparky robot theme. Myers's paintings, reminiscent of Mark Teague's, burst with loud colors and an energy that's perfect for a store -- and story -- full of bopping robots and smiling clientele. katrina hedeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3-OglnuSv0/TuYq7-kQcqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/f_RXpp2IbQY/s1600/img340765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3-OglnuSv0/TuYq7-kQcqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/f_RXpp2IbQY/s320/img340765.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-8320961591025660877?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/8320961591025660877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=8320961591025660877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8320961591025660877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8320961591025660877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/12/clink.html' title='Clink'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T3-OglnuSv0/TuYq7-kQcqI/AAAAAAAAAi8/f_RXpp2IbQY/s72-c/img340765.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-2695842489573574856</id><published>2011-12-12T08:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:21:33.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bake Sale</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (July 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varon returns with another strange and charming graphic work that touches on the theme of her terrific Robot Dreams (2007), namely: how fine friendship can be, and how surely it leads you down a twisty road of joys and melancholy. Here the main characters are Cupcake, a cupcake, and Eggplant, an eggplant (this is a world of animated foodstuffs). Cupcake runs a bakery and plays in a band with Eggplant. Eggplant has plans to travel to Turkey to see his family and, to Cupcake's envy, meet Turkish Delight, the world-renowned master of confections. Cupcake pulls double shifts at bake sales to save up enough drachmas to go along with Eggplant-losing his place in the band when an angry avocado takes on a new potato because Cupcake is too distracted-but then hands over the cash when Eggplant loses his job and his funding falls through. Varon loads the tale with all manner of idiosyncratic touches-a slice of bacon knocks the cherry off Cupcake's head, which is replaced by a blueberry; a great scene in a Turkish bath finds Cupcake's wrapper peeling-which gives a soft, unpredictable feel to the proceedings. The colors are lovely, low-key renderings, and the format has a decided two-dimensionality. An offbeat story about the sacrifices made for friends, about the very everydayness of such acts and the pitfalls and pleasures in their wake. (Picture book. 6 &amp;amp; up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2A23Pmz-6I/TuYqBIsfzXI/AAAAAAAAAi0/d5WEqOYlyGw/s1600/img331453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2A23Pmz-6I/TuYqBIsfzXI/AAAAAAAAAi0/d5WEqOYlyGw/s320/img331453.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-2695842489573574856?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/2695842489573574856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=2695842489573574856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2695842489573574856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2695842489573574856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/12/bake-sale.html' title='Bake Sale'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2A23Pmz-6I/TuYqBIsfzXI/AAAAAAAAAi0/d5WEqOYlyGw/s72-c/img331453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-7382436566329435960</id><published>2011-12-12T08:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:19:41.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Remarkable Journeys Around The World</title><content type='html'>Booklist starred (September 15, 2011 (Vol. 108, No. 2))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 4-7. Chronicling the true trip-around-the-world adventures of three nineteenth-century adventurers gives Phelan the opportunity to once again examine the Great American Narrative, as he did so effectively in his beautifully mythological The Storm in the Barn (Booklist Top of the List, 2009). While examining Thomas Stevens’ bicycle journey, feminist-ahead-of-her-time reporter Nellie Bly’s race to beat Phileas Fogg’s imaginary record, and Joshua Slocum’s solitary globe circumnavigation on a sailboat, Phelan does not fail to explore their inner journeys as well. Though any one of the tales (particularly Bly’s) could well have supported an entire book, juxtaposing the three allows Phelan to cast a wider psychological net, and the stories encompass such national ideals as dogged can-do spirit, exploration, enterprise, and commercialism, while never straying from the characters’ personal worlds or out of age-appropriate territory. In addition to tight research and a gift for evoking both an era and the personalities that lived in it, the stories are greatly abetted by the magic of Phelan’s art: washes of light and dark that set the tone and effortless, uncomplicated (yet highly distinctive) faces that are the very essence of determination and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbupEDKAMpg/TuYpimkb6yI/AAAAAAAAAis/ROT2Fdl5I1k/s1600/img301670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbupEDKAMpg/TuYpimkb6yI/AAAAAAAAAis/ROT2Fdl5I1k/s320/img301670.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-7382436566329435960?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/7382436566329435960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=7382436566329435960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7382436566329435960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7382436566329435960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/12/three-remarkable-journeys-around-world.html' title='Three Remarkable Journeys Around The World'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbupEDKAMpg/TuYpimkb6yI/AAAAAAAAAis/ROT2Fdl5I1k/s72-c/img301670.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-2895436177030559224</id><published>2011-12-12T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:17:31.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Give A Dog A Donut</title><content type='html'>Publishers Weekly (August 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These veteran collaborators don't stray from the tried-and-true recipe for their If You Give... series in this addition, a buoyant, circular story in which a canine's spiraling free association leads to a day's worth of outdoor activities. As usual, Bond's clean, action-filled pictures, set against white backdrops, imbue the title character with abundant personality as he skips and dances his way through the pages. After his young host gives him a donut, the dog requests apple juice-and then seconds. Since there isn't any left, he skateboards outside to pick apples to make juice. Tossing an apple to the boy "make[s] him think of baseball," so the two dabble in that sport, play pirates, have a water fight, and fly a kite, before the dog is again reminded of apple juice-and donuts. There's a definite boy slant to this story, which is a nice complement to the more girl-oriented installments in the series. Even readers whose dogs are less demanding than this one are likely to recognize his boundless energy in their own pets. Ages 3-7. (Oct.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. 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Adopted from India as a baby, fantasy maven Hazel has always felt "she was from a different planet." Hazel tries "desperately not to disturb the universe" at Lovelace Elementary, where she doesn't fit in with anyone except Jack, the only person she knows with a real imagination. Together they've grown out of "Wonderland Arctic space-people tea parties" into "superhero baseball"-until the day Hazel pelts Jack with a snowball, glass enters his eye and he disappears with a mysterious woman resembling the Snow Queen. Uncertain if Jack's really changed or something fey's afoot, Hazel enters the woods to find "an entirely different place," populated by creatures from the pages of Hans Christian Andersen. As Hazel discovers she doesn't know the ground rules, the third-person narrator engages readers with asides and inter-textual references from the fairy-tale canon. And like a fairy-tale heroine, Hazel traverses the woods without a breadcrumb trail to save a boy who may not want to be saved in this multi-layered, artfully crafted, transforming testament to the power of friendship. More than just a good story, this will appeal to lovers of Cornelia Funke as well as Andersen. 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Rabbit!) Al Pha is a character from ancient history, a man who "lived back when all sorts of things were being invented. Like fire. The wheel. Shadows." He's a funny-looking guy, too, with a thumblike body and jellified arms. In a private bet with himself, he takes up the king's challenge to arrange the letters of the alphabet in a beautiful order. Durand's (Big Rabbit's Bad Mood) loopy acrylic paintings carry the story through a long, long middle section about how Al comes to arrange each of the letters as he does ("Gee, I really am doing it. G-that can be the next letter!"), populating Al's world with a wacky assortment of proto-trees and flowers, as well as a cast of equally goofy-looking villagers and animals. Pages are well designed and visually lively throughout, the text peppered with spot illustrations. At long last Al's project is done, and-predictably-the king recognizes his effort and names the alphabet after Al and his private wager. Fans of dopey puns everywhere, rejoice! Ages 3-5. (May) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. 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In one story, a girl arrives at a derelict hotel operated by a fox and a rat. Unable to remember anything, she hears familiar piano music and discovers torn pieces of paper. In the second story, a father promises his daughter, Mouse, he'll be home for her 11th birthday. When he can't be there, Mouse writes a letter saying he's a lousy father, not realizing she'll never see him again. Since his death, Mouse has tried to forget her father and the angry letter, but she can't keep it up much longer. Matti alternates between the third-person story of the girl in the hotel gradually piecing bits of paper and her life together with Mouse's touching first-person memories of her father, who coincidentally had written her a story about a fox, a rat, a girl and a strange hotel. Initially perplexing and surreal, the narrative's juxtaposition of fantasy and reality eventually blends beautifully in the convincing conclusion. 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The Holm siblings (of Babymouse fame) start a new series of humorous school stories, this time featuring amoebas and other single-celled creatures. Squish prefers to spend his time reading comic books starring Super Amoeba but has to attend elementary school with his friends Pod, who’s a bit of a mooch, and Peggy, who’s always happy and a bit naive. There they face a bit more danger from bullies than most: Lynwood has a bad habit of eating paramecia, such as Peggy. Young readers will relate to the everyday misadventures of getting detention for being tardy, trading school lunches, dealing with bullies, and taking tests. They’ll also enjoy the way the amoebas chow down on tacos, read comic books, and generally act like kids. The black, white, and green art makes amoebas look, for the most part, cute, while the narrative and comments directed to the reader appear in green-tinted, arrowed boxes. Squish may appeal more to boys than girls, but any fans of the Holms’ superpopular other series are likely to enjoy this new offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBbsExrtD0Y/TtzlBmxToeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AHOeM4RXyo0/s1600/img97471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBbsExrtD0Y/TtzlBmxToeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AHOeM4RXyo0/s320/img97471.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-3625453708801205689?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/3625453708801205689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=3625453708801205689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3625453708801205689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3625453708801205689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/12/squish-super-amoeba.html' title='Squish  Super Amoeba'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBbsExrtD0Y/TtzlBmxToeI/AAAAAAAAAiE/AHOeM4RXyo0/s72-c/img97471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-344411117333626557</id><published>2011-12-05T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T07:31:34.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumpling Days</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (November 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacy and her family travel to Taiwan for one month to celebrate her grandmother's 60th birthday, giving this Chinese-American girl another lens through which she can examine her identity. When Pacy's dad calls Taiwan an island of treasure, or bao dao, which sounds similar to the Chinese word for dumplings, she wonders--could Taiwan's treasure be food? In a companion novel to The Year of the Dog (2006) and The Year of the Rat (2008), gentle Pacy is back, brimming with questions of identity and self-discovery. At home in New York, Pacy is one of the few Asians in her class. She tries hard to fit in. In Taiwan, she looks similar to everyone else, but she doesn't speak Chinese or Taiwanese. So she doesn't fit in there either. Pacy's mom signs her up for a painting class, and Pacy is excited. She's a good artist; surely she'll make some friends. But painting with a bamboo brush on rice paper is difficult! The one talent that made her feel safe is suddenly gone; Pacy doesn't know who she is anymore or where she belongs. Luckily, there is a lot of loving family to surround her, and a lot of incredible food to eat (especially dumplings). This third outing is as warmhearted as the first two. Deftly weaving together historical anecdotes and simple line illustrations, Lin once again touches the heart of growing up in a multicultural family. (Fiction. 8-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vv_TF-1tMfo/TtzhpSbyFYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/wq9xiZWRuUw/s1600/img322819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vv_TF-1tMfo/TtzhpSbyFYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/wq9xiZWRuUw/s320/img322819.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-344411117333626557?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/344411117333626557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=344411117333626557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/344411117333626557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/344411117333626557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/12/dumpling-days.html' title='Dumpling Days'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vv_TF-1tMfo/TtzhpSbyFYI/AAAAAAAAAh8/wq9xiZWRuUw/s72-c/img322819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8623558015218230498</id><published>2011-11-28T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:20:04.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ogre of Oglefort</title><content type='html'>Horn Book (July/August, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibbotson's playful humor, pungent turns of phrase, and sturdy friendliness toward her child heroes suffuse this novel (her second-to-last book), a fantasy that has its share of dramatic conflict but at heart celebrates the value of a peaceful home in which "people...[do] not want to be changed but...[are] content to be themselves." A displaced Hag and troll, a hapless wizard, and Ivo, an orphan whose look is "so attentive, so eager and intelligent" that he passes as an Unusual Creature, are told to slay a dreaded Ogre who holds a princess captive. But it turns out that Princess Mirella is with the Ogre of her own choice: she wants him to change her into a bird so she needn't marry foolish Prince Umberto. The Ogre doesn't want to transform her; he's a grieving widower who just wants to join his wife in her grave mound. Ivo, Mirella, and their magical friends become grief counselors, castle-and-garden renovators, and, briefly, a fighting force whose arsenal includes a soup tureen, roof tiles, and plagues of frogs, warts, and the Great Itch. In this one-darn-thing-after-another story, Ibbotson champions children's courage and intelligence and, in fantastical mode, illuminates the insidious evil of the overly interfering. deirdre f. baker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwau81SSad4/TtOYUQlMt6I/AAAAAAAAAh0/LPn-LPizplI/s1600/img311364.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwau81SSad4/TtOYUQlMt6I/AAAAAAAAAh0/LPn-LPizplI/s320/img311364.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-8623558015218230498?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/8623558015218230498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=8623558015218230498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8623558015218230498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8623558015218230498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/ogre-of-oglefort.html' title='The Ogre of Oglefort'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uwau81SSad4/TtOYUQlMt6I/AAAAAAAAAh0/LPn-LPizplI/s72-c/img311364.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-5317690968925844194</id><published>2011-11-28T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:16:13.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the Dogs of Bedlam Farm</title><content type='html'>Booklist (February 1, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 11))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades K-2. In a sort of picture-book version of his adult book A Dog Year (2002), Katz introduces the four dogs who now share life with him on a farm in upstate New York. Through simple text and bright photographs, the four pooches are described, one at a time. Rose, a border collie, herds sheep, and photos depict her staring down the flock even through heavy snow. Izzy was abandoned early in life but now is a therapy animal who visits the sick. Frieda, the rottweiler–German shepherd mix, “is a bit scary” and guards the farm. The question asked at the end of each chapter is the same: “But what is Lenore’s job?” The answer’s clear, but Katz spells it out: the black Lab, who “looks for disgusting things to eat and mud to roll in,” is in charge of keeping the other dogs happy by loving them—“And that may be the greatest work of all.” This is the love letter people wishes they could write to their own pets, and it makes a point well worth reiterating: in a family, all members are equally valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZq6Vuj1q7A/TtOXnltYrCI/AAAAAAAAAhs/X5P1etsEpTA/s1600/img78367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="249" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZq6Vuj1q7A/TtOXnltYrCI/AAAAAAAAAhs/X5P1etsEpTA/s320/img78367.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-5317690968925844194?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/5317690968925844194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=5317690968925844194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5317690968925844194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5317690968925844194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/meet-dogs-of-bedlam-farm.html' title='Meet the Dogs of Bedlam Farm'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EZq6Vuj1q7A/TtOXnltYrCI/AAAAAAAAAhs/X5P1etsEpTA/s72-c/img78367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-159097115619889752</id><published>2011-11-28T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:12:36.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brixton Brothers:  It Happened On A Train</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (August 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brixton Brothers Detective Agency is no more. Kid gumshoe Steve Brixton (who actually doesn't have a brother, he just picked the name because it mirrors his beloved Bailey Brothers detective stories) has, at the ripe old age of 12, retired from the detecting game. He became disenchanted upon discovering, during his last adventure (Ghostwriter Secret, 2010), that the author of those inspiring books was actually a criminal mastermind. So Steve's given up his agency, and now his best chum Dana is spending entirely too much time with Other Dana, his girlfriend. Little does Steve know that signing up for the Model U.N. with Dana and Other Dana will place him on a train rocketing toward detecting destiny!When meeting a mysterious young lady onboard gets Steve invited into the mysterious last car on the Sunset Coastliner, Steve and Dana (but not Other Dana) find themselves invited to protect Mr. Vanderdraak's new, vintage motor car from serial car thieves! Can Steve solve the case? More importantly, can he go more than five minutes without getting trapped somewhere? Barnett's sly and often silly Hardy Boy parody chugs along with plenty of laughs and enough honest-to-gosh mystery to please any lover of boy detective fiction. Rex's black-and-white pencils (which also parody the Hardy tales) are still a fine match for the goofiness. Mention of the next adventure at mystery's close will make Brixton fans smile. (Humorous mystery. 10-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xMvkrpmteY/TtOWwEmoEYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ehymzlMN1-c/s1600/img312346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xMvkrpmteY/TtOWwEmoEYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ehymzlMN1-c/s320/img312346.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-159097115619889752?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/159097115619889752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=159097115619889752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/159097115619889752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/159097115619889752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/brixton-brothers-it-happened-on-train.html' title='Brixton Brothers:  It Happened On A Train'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8xMvkrpmteY/TtOWwEmoEYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ehymzlMN1-c/s72-c/img312346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-3733282466650230559</id><published>2011-11-28T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:10:22.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goyangi Means Cat</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (April 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This beautifully illustrated, gentle adoption story stands out from most other treatments of the topic by honestly and reassuringly addressing the loss-of a birth family, a birth culture-inherent in adoption as well as the joy a new family experiences. Here, Soo Min, a young Korean girl, is adopted by an American couple. Everything seems strange and new: She doesn't speak any English; her adoptive parents know little Korean. She finds comfort with Goyangi ("cat"), who doesn't need language to communicate, whose fur she strokes when afraid and who "licked her hand with his towelly tongue" when she is homesick for Korea. Soft-focus collage-and-paint illustrations show the family members getting to know one another: at the playground, in the library, playing soccer and just spending time at home together. Korean words in hanja (characters) incorporated into the pictures' backgrounds and the presence of Korean words in the Western alphabet interspersed throughout the text make this an excellent choice to share with children like Soo Min; seeing the words in both languages comforts as well as educates. Soo Min's age isn't specified; she looks about 2 or 3, which is older than most Korean children adopted in the United States, but that doesn't take away from the main idea. A sensitive portrayal of international adoption, authentically and realistically done. (Picture book. 4-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VW6D2__8no/TtOWPaJXXHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9JWI2NspiTo/s1600/img116605.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VW6D2__8no/TtOWPaJXXHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9JWI2NspiTo/s320/img116605.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-3733282466650230559?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/3733282466650230559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=3733282466650230559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3733282466650230559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3733282466650230559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/goyangi-means-cat.html' title='Goyangi Means Cat'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--VW6D2__8no/TtOWPaJXXHI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9JWI2NspiTo/s72-c/img116605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-1108611457564424995</id><published>2011-11-28T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:07:58.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Door In The Forest</title><content type='html'>Horn Book (March/April, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a fictional 1923, in a time of "Uncertainties," Daniel is troubled by two things. One is the unreachable island in the middle of the forest ("The place pushed back against all your attempts, setting out twisted thickets of hedge-apple trees bristling with curved, medieval-looking thorns"); the other is his inability to lie, which renders him unpopular. Both are central when calamity descends on the town in the form of mad Captain Sloper. Claiming they are rooting out traitors, Sloper and his soldiers shell the protected island -- when they aren't harassing Daniel's new friend Emily, who seems to have a special relationship to it. Only after multiple confrontations with the military and a visit to the mysterious island do Emily and Daniel unravel the relevant puzzles. Townley's fanciful story swings like a pendulum from Wild West tall tale to a vague mysticism that is enlivened by colorful imagery. At the novel's not-so-strong moments, plot and episode waver in their logic. At its considerable best, it is quirky and engaging; sentences hurry purposefully along, deepening atmosphere, theme, and plot ("The trees [were] deeply shadowed, as if they knew more about night than the rest of us"). deirdre f. baker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqQtXlAUeMA/TtOVsoFBQxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/dPLkBGwWMAc/s1600/img90059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqQtXlAUeMA/TtOVsoFBQxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/dPLkBGwWMAc/s320/img90059.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-1108611457564424995?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/1108611457564424995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=1108611457564424995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1108611457564424995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1108611457564424995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/door-in-forest.html' title='The Door In The Forest'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqQtXlAUeMA/TtOVsoFBQxI/AAAAAAAAAhU/dPLkBGwWMAc/s72-c/img90059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-3382665002237592187</id><published>2011-11-28T06:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:04:31.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackout</title><content type='html'>School Library Journal (July 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PreS-Gr 2-The view inside this family of four's duplex depicts what might be a typical night for them. The younger child is reaching for a board game, her older sister is talking on the phone, dad is cooking, and mom is working at the computer. When the girl tries to enlist the others to play the game with her, they're all too busy-until "The lights went out. All of them." It's a blackout! At first, the family members sit at the kitchen table with a flashlight and some candles; then they head up to the roof for a look at the bright stars against the dark cityscape; and, finally, they go down to the street, where there's a festive atmosphere of guitars playing, free ice cream, and an open fire hydrant. In the end, readers will see that simple pleasures and a spirit of togetherness can be enjoyed even when the electricity comes back on. The colorful pictures work beautifully with the book's design. Rocco uses comic-strip panels and a brief text to convey the atmosphere of a lively and almost magical urban landscape. Great bedtime reading for a soft summer night.-Lauralyn Persson, Wilmette Public Library, IL (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPk8fCBslgs/TtOU5XR5rgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6kmlfOb6wa0/s1600/img316434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPk8fCBslgs/TtOU5XR5rgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6kmlfOb6wa0/s320/img316434.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-3382665002237592187?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/3382665002237592187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=3382665002237592187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3382665002237592187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3382665002237592187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/blackout.html' title='Blackout'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPk8fCBslgs/TtOU5XR5rgI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6kmlfOb6wa0/s72-c/img316434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-7082324438962525692</id><published>2011-11-28T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T06:02:53.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Bear in Fuzzy Thinking</title><content type='html'>Horn Book (November/December, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Underwater": In panel one, Benjamin Bear's pet canary and goldfish express a desire to see what's under the sea. In panel two we see Benjamin, in scuba gear, walking across the sand carrying the fish in a bowl and the bird in a cage. In panel three he is walking into the water. We worry: Will the fish escape; will the bird drown? But in the final panel we see the fish in a cage and the bird in the overturned, air-filled fishbowl. Four panels, eighteen words, one page, and a full story with desire, a journey, danger, and a "hey, presto" conjurer's denouement. In these twenty-seven single-page stories Coudray creates a set of visual haiku featuring Benjamin and a variety of his friends. An appended "Tips for Parents and Teachers" and the series name, "Easy-to-Read Comics," tell us that this is for emerging readers. The care given to binding, endpapers, and paper make it look like a picture book. The koan-like content suggests something like lateral thinking for tots. The whole enterprise lies somewhere between fuzzy-wuzzy was a bear and an introduction to fuzzy logic. It is original, deep-down funny, and, most important, the adventures are steeped in the rare quality of imaginative kindness. sarah ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMcc9hrgTfA/TtOUfHhvwfI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pUepFw3DSrg/s1600/img331467.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMcc9hrgTfA/TtOUfHhvwfI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pUepFw3DSrg/s320/img331467.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-7082324438962525692?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/7082324438962525692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=7082324438962525692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7082324438962525692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7082324438962525692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/benjamin-bear-in-fuzzy-thinking.html' title='Benjamin Bear in Fuzzy Thinking'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uMcc9hrgTfA/TtOUfHhvwfI/AAAAAAAAAhE/pUepFw3DSrg/s72-c/img331467.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-5233021258232845705</id><published>2011-11-14T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:16:09.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Math A First Book of Algebra</title><content type='html'>Booklist (October 1, 2011 (Vol. 108, No. 3)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 2-4. Although it’s not unusual for a math book to explain equations and how to solve them, it is unusual when the setting is a haunted house on a moonlit night. First, this picture book introduces the idea that an equation is like a seesaw with one side balancing the other and the notion of a variable, “X,” as a mystery that can be solved. After demonstrating a few equations with easy, guessable solutions, the text begins a narrative about Mandy and Billy, two children who have been in the illustrations from the start. They visit a haunted house, where caretaker Igor (and the household cats, bats, and skeletons) demonstrate how to solve equations using addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. The story and lessons move along at a steady pace, while the eerie yet cheerful digital pictures illustrate the spooky setting, weirdly appealing characters, and even word problems with verve and style. An equation-related activity rounds out this kid-friendly introduction to basic algebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGWA_P8hDOY/TsE-t0zyyvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_ouUxTjGEHA/s1600/img306175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGWA_P8hDOY/TsE-t0zyyvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_ouUxTjGEHA/s320/img306175.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-5233021258232845705?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/5233021258232845705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=5233021258232845705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5233021258232845705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5233021258232845705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/mystery-math-first-book-of-algebra.html' title='Mystery Math A First Book of Algebra'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pGWA_P8hDOY/TsE-t0zyyvI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_ouUxTjGEHA/s72-c/img306175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-9037067994049872629</id><published>2011-11-14T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:09:38.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Out and Back Again</title><content type='html'>Booklist starred (January 1, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 9))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 4-8. After her father has been missing in action for nine years during the Vietnam War, 10-year-old Hà flees with her mother and three older brothers. Traveling first by boat, the family reaches a tent city in Guam, moves on to Florida, and is finally connected with sponsors in Alabama, where Hà finds refuge but also cruel rejection, especially from mean classmates. Based on Lai’s personal experience, this first novel captures a child-refugee’s struggle with rare honesty. Written in accessible, short free-verse poems, Hà’s immediate narrative describes her mistakes—both humorous and heartbreaking—with grammar, customs, and dress (she wears a flannel nightgown to school, for example); and readers will be moved by Hà’s sorrow as they recognize the anguish of being the outcast who spends lunchtime hiding in the bathroom. Eventually, Hà does get back at the sneering kids who bully her at school, and she finds help adjusting to her new life from a kind teacher who lost a son in Vietnam. The elemental details of Hà’s struggle dramatize a foreigner’s experience of alienation. And even as she begins to shape a new life, there is no easy comfort: her father is still gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vPlLWQVjfI/TsE9NZLaKTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/eHXsfCxMG4o/s1600/img321274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vPlLWQVjfI/TsE9NZLaKTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/eHXsfCxMG4o/s320/img321274.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-9037067994049872629?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/9037067994049872629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=9037067994049872629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/9037067994049872629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/9037067994049872629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/inside-out-and-back-again.html' title='Inside Out and Back Again'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3vPlLWQVjfI/TsE9NZLaKTI/AAAAAAAAAg0/eHXsfCxMG4o/s72-c/img321274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-7848506530750272503</id><published>2011-11-14T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:07:01.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pig Day!</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (September 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest entry in this popular series for beginning readers features a new holiday: It's Happy Pig Day, and Gerald the elephant is feeling left out. The elements that have made this series so successful and enduring are all present once again: a clean design (white background, lack of extraneous details, large type in word bubbles, etc.), a friendship theme and a satisfying resolution. This time around, Piggie announces the upcoming festivities, and at first Gerald's excited: "Ooooh! I did not know about Happy Pig Day." But the day soon sours for him, as three pig friends seem to be monopolizing his best friend's attention. It's not until Piggie reveals the truth about these pigs and Happy Pig Day that peace is restored. "Happy Pig Day is for . . . Anyone," begins Piggie, and a squirrel, cat and bear whip off their pig-costume heads, shouting "Who!" "Loves!" "Pigs!" respectively. Ostensibly about celebrating porcine pride, this explores coping with feelings a child may have upon learning a best friend may actually have other friends. Several Elephant &amp;amp; Piggie books have received Geisel Awards or Honors, for books for beginning readers; this one will not only encourage kids to give reading a go but will also teach them at least a few words in a new language: " 'Oinky! Oink! Oink!' ... 'means Happy Pig Day in Pig.' " (Early reader. 4-8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REawiOL0vsc/TsE8mG74OII/AAAAAAAAAgs/GjmNJ5dzwvQ/s1600/img312604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REawiOL0vsc/TsE8mG74OII/AAAAAAAAAgs/GjmNJ5dzwvQ/s320/img312604.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-7848506530750272503?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/7848506530750272503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=7848506530750272503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7848506530750272503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7848506530750272503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-pig-day.html' title='Happy Pig Day!'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REawiOL0vsc/TsE8mG74OII/AAAAAAAAAgs/GjmNJ5dzwvQ/s72-c/img312604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-7419164207195775941</id><published>2011-11-14T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:04:17.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Behind The Glass</title><content type='html'>Booklist (September 1, 2011 (Vol. 108, No. 1))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 3-5. When 11-year-old Hannah and her family move to an old house in the country, she is the only one to be aware of Ruth, a mischief-making child who died there 80 years earlier. While Hannah’s sisters carry on, oblivious, Hannah sinks deeper into misery, as she feels alienated from her family. Kelley has created a compelling array of characters, all seen from the viewpoints of Ruth and Hannah, neither of whom can be called a reliable judge of motivations in themselves or in others but both of whom are nevertheless sympathetic. Through Hannah, Ruth first regains access to a book she loved to read, and then, as events unwind, Hannah helps her acquire closure and move on to an afterlife. Hannah’s frustrations are palpable, and her final victory—discovering that her twin sister, too, can finally hear Ruth—is satisfying. There is a lot of action, simply but elegantly revealed at a pace that will keep Hannah and Ruth’s peers buried in their story right through the last page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ymXeKTch8M/TsE78AQh7kI/AAAAAAAAAgk/xlw-qNqHQ_k/s1600/img314202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ymXeKTch8M/TsE78AQh7kI/AAAAAAAAAgk/xlw-qNqHQ_k/s320/img314202.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-7419164207195775941?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/7419164207195775941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=7419164207195775941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7419164207195775941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7419164207195775941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/girl-behind-glass.html' title='The Girl Behind The Glass'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ymXeKTch8M/TsE78AQh7kI/AAAAAAAAAgk/xlw-qNqHQ_k/s72-c/img314202.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-2190894003139367779</id><published>2011-11-14T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:00:30.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous!  A Portrait of Andy Warhol</title><content type='html'>Booklist starred (June 1, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 19))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 3-6. Andy Warhol was an unlikely fellow to ever be tagged fabulous. Shy, sickly, and labeled a “sissy,” Warhol could only imagine a life of glamour. But imagine he did, with pictures of celebrities on the wall to inspire him and his own artistic talents to push him to New York City after graduating college. There, Warhol was able to find success as an illustrator, but he hungered for more. He found fame and fortune as a chronicler of pop culture, using everyday objects as his subjects, as in his famous series of paintings featuring Campbell’s soup cans. Christensen—who once performed with Warhol’s “superstars” at the Actors Studio—does a masterful job of capturing her subject in just a few words. Readers will sympathize with the boy so unattractive he was called “Rudolph the red-nosed Warhola” and admire the perseverance that landed him in the limelight. The bursts of text are set against striking illustrations—collaged photo transfers on canvas, which were then painted in oil—that are a fitting homage to Warhol’s art. In an author’s note, Christensen shows another side of Warhol, who lived with his mother, attended church, and served dinners to the homeless. By making readers care about the young Andy, kids will be moved to explore his art, which is precisely the sort of relationship between biography and the real world that authors strive for. Christensen succeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6KAPW-2060/TsE2zNBaa2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/l3WSOCKWIkM/s1600/img111417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6KAPW-2060/TsE2zNBaa2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/l3WSOCKWIkM/s320/img111417.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-2190894003139367779?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/2190894003139367779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=2190894003139367779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2190894003139367779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2190894003139367779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/fabulous-portrait-of-andy-warhol.html' title='Fabulous!  A Portrait of Andy Warhol'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6KAPW-2060/TsE2zNBaa2I/AAAAAAAAAgc/l3WSOCKWIkM/s72-c/img111417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-570033039751696510</id><published>2011-11-14T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:40:00.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth to Clunk</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (May 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy in Smallcomb's story starts as a put-upon grouchypants but slowly turns over the course of a pen-pal correspondence. When his teacher tells him to write to his pen pal, he's all grumps: "I don't want a pen pal named Clunk from the planet Quazar." He completes the assignment by sending his bratty older sister along with the letter. Clunk sends back a Zoid. The boy fires back with his dirty socks (a welder's helmet and tongs are necessary to handle them, all part of Berger's bright, sunny interpretations of the story's brooding crankiness.) Clunk posts three Forps ("Forps smell like dog food"). Things escalate until the boy's mother demands his sister's return. Clunk takes a while to respond-the note has been sent in a box full of moldering lasagna-and the boy realizes how much he has enjoyed the skirmishing with Clunk. This tale scales no new heights of much anything, but there is no denying the pleasure of its dry, matter-of-fact delivery: "I got a package from Clunk today! Inside is a disgusting glob of something. And my big sister." And Berger's artwork, with its Southern California-bungalow cheeriness, has a wonderful way of turning the story's gravity in on itself, then stirring the ingredients into broad, spirited humor. Rarely have school letter-writing exercises been so much fun. 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The fifty-plus poems are arranged geographically by region, featuring such section titles as "From the Andes to the Amazon: South America (and Beyond)." Cleverly, the poems often pick up on some particular trait of the animal: "When gusts of wind / come, / it's all right. / The sloth hangs / loose -- / his claws hang / tight." Gibson uses a variety of poetic forms, many of the poems bouncing along in a way that will make readers want to read them aloud just for the joy of it. Funny wordplay ("Though it's winter, / he's so furry, / the chinchilla's not / chinchilly") match up with amusing illustrations in watercolor, gouache, and colored pencil that depict each animal accurately but with a twinkle of personality. Packed with poems (and a selection of further interesting animal facts at the back), this makes a great gift book as well as a nifty supplement to story times and classroom units on animals. susan dove lempke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdNDpb_Y-io/TsE1InchHBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/tXZZAJS-RrI/s1600/img337143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdNDpb_Y-io/TsE1InchHBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/tXZZAJS-RrI/s320/img337143.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-7336922637571843688?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/7336922637571843688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=7336922637571843688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7336922637571843688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7336922637571843688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/around-world-on-eighty-legs.html' title='Around the World on Eighty Legs'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdNDpb_Y-io/TsE1InchHBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/tXZZAJS-RrI/s72-c/img337143.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-284978089684837646</id><published>2011-11-11T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:46:01.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog in Boots</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (February 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by the story "Puss in Boots," Dog decides that he needs some splendid boots of his own, so he trots off to his local shoe shop to purchase a pair. While the boots are quite handsome, they are not particularly well-suited for digging, so Dog brings them back. Galoshes are great for digging, but not so much for swimming, so... The very appealing illustrations, replete with liveliness, warmth and charm, show Dog as he enthusiastically tries out a variety of footwear options and the ever-patient shopkeeper as he makes helpful suggestions and maintains an unusually generous return policy. After Dog's failed experiments with the original boots, some galoshes, flippers, high heels and skis, he returns again, asking for "...something that's good for digging and swimming and scratching and running. Oh, nice and furry too." Could it be that Dog may already have what he needs? After getting an answer-and having an extremely gratifying romp-Dog returns home to start a new book, this one about a girl with a striking red hood. Uh oh! Children will identify with Dog's good-natured struggle through trial and error, fall in love with the evocative and funny illustrations and laugh out loud at the satisfying ending. A truly enjoyable selection and a nice follow-up to a favorite fairy tale, just right for reading aloud. (Picture book. 3-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyqa9qYnTpY/Tr2Ug3zsZKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0sEhHhUHkSY/s1600/img81817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyqa9qYnTpY/Tr2Ug3zsZKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0sEhHhUHkSY/s320/img81817.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-284978089684837646?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/284978089684837646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=284978089684837646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/284978089684837646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/284978089684837646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/dog-in-boots.html' title='Dog in Boots'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jyqa9qYnTpY/Tr2Ug3zsZKI/AAAAAAAAAgE/0sEhHhUHkSY/s72-c/img81817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4434934188443876870</id><published>2011-11-11T13:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T13:27:39.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>April and Esme Tooth Fairies</title><content type='html'>Booklist starred (October 1, 2010 (Vol. 107, No. 3))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preschool-Grade 2. It’s easy to miss the very beginning of this story, which starts before the title page. April, a seven-year-old fairy, gets a call on her cell phone. A boy has lost his tooth. Can April come pick it up, his grandma wonders? Well, no. April and sister Esme are too young for that. But when the grandma insists, they decide to give it a go. At first, their parents put up a fight, but the sisters remind them that back in the day, fairies started young. And so, packed with plenty of advice and cautions, the girls set out into the night, encountering the wind and an owl, until they drop down at Daniel’s house. They find the tooth, almost get caught, must make some crucial decisions, are tempted by Grandma’s false teeth, and return in one piece, a rite of passage now finished. There’s so much wonderful whimsy here, it’s hard to know what to praise first. As always, a major treat is Graham’s detail-filled artwork, here punctuated by a fairy toilet made from an egg cup and ceiling decorations of hanging teeth. But Graham also slyly covers some interesting issues as well: the cocoon in which parents like to keep their kiddies, alternative families, and the pride and accomplishment children feel with a job well done. Fresh and lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoMbWAjXH4s/Tr2TOk64uKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Vupt3PNVENg/s1600/img60621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoMbWAjXH4s/Tr2TOk64uKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Vupt3PNVENg/s320/img60621.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-4434934188443876870?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/4434934188443876870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=4434934188443876870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4434934188443876870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4434934188443876870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/april-and-esme-tooth-fairies.html' title='April and Esme Tooth Fairies'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FoMbWAjXH4s/Tr2TOk64uKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Vupt3PNVENg/s72-c/img60621.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-3382748954015935568</id><published>2011-11-07T06:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:25:41.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zita the Spacegirl</title><content type='html'>Booklist (December 15, 2010 (Vol. 107, No. 8))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 3-6. For no reason at all, a little red button crashes to earth while Zita and her pal Joseph are out cavorting around. Of course, no one could resist pushing a mystery button, which pops open an interdimensional portal that whisks Joseph away. Zita follows and lands on a delightfully bizarre alien planet, where she sees Joseph being captured by a tentacled, scuba-headed creature. She makes some allies, takes off after him, and zany mishaps and dashing adventures ensue. Any story in which one can escape prison with a tube of “doorpaste” (just like toothpaste, except that it makes magic doors appear when smeared on a wall) obviously puts more stock in wowing imaginations than satisfying logic, and it needs solid cartooning chops to back it up. Fortunately, Hatke’s got them, and he doles out an increasingly loony and charming array of aliens, robots, and unclassifiable blobs and hairy things for Zita (herself a cross between Ramona Quimby and a Matt Phelan waif) to encounter. It’s fun, plenty funny, and more than a little random. Kids will love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYax6lfegfE/TrfqU3D5P5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/wMXrCF6eEDE/s1600/img341850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYax6lfegfE/TrfqU3D5P5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/wMXrCF6eEDE/s320/img341850.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-3382748954015935568?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/3382748954015935568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=3382748954015935568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3382748954015935568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3382748954015935568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/zita-spacegirl.html' title='Zita the Spacegirl'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TYax6lfegfE/TrfqU3D5P5I/AAAAAAAAAf0/wMXrCF6eEDE/s72-c/img341850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4473757436911634115</id><published>2011-11-07T06:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:24:13.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder Struck</title><content type='html'>Booklist starred (August 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 22))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 4-8. Opening Selznick’s new book is like opening a cabinet of wonders—the early museum display case “filled with a nearly infinite variety of amazing things” that is so central to this story. Following the Caldecott Medal–winning The Invention of Hugo Cabret (2007), Selznick offers another visual narrative, one that feels even better suited to his inventive style. The beautifully crafted structure includes two stories set 50 years apart. The first, set in 1977, is told in text and follows Ben, who is grieving the sudden loss of his mother when he stumbles upon clues that point to his father’s identity. The second, told entirely in richly shaded pencil drawings, opens in 1927 as a young girl, Rose, gazes at a newspaper clipping. Rose is deaf, and Ben also loses his hearing, during a lightning strike. Both lonely children run away to New York City, and their parallel stories echo and reflect each other through nuanced details, which lead “like a treasure map” to a conjoined, deeply satisfying conclusion. Selznick plays with a plethora of interwoven themes, including deafness and silence, the ability to see and value the world, family, and the interconnectedness of life. Although the book is hefty, at more than 600 pages, the pace is nevertheless brisk, and the kid-appealing mystery propels the story. With appreciative nods to museums, libraries, and E. L. Konigsburg, Wonderstruck is a gift for the eye, mind, and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs7hBPpHNQQ/TrfqAL5CFFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FLtvIhTL9Jc/s1600/img303631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs7hBPpHNQQ/TrfqAL5CFFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FLtvIhTL9Jc/s320/img303631.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-4473757436911634115?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/4473757436911634115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=4473757436911634115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4473757436911634115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4473757436911634115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/wonder-struck.html' title='Wonder Struck'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gs7hBPpHNQQ/TrfqAL5CFFI/AAAAAAAAAfs/FLtvIhTL9Jc/s72-c/img303631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-1826803999485951228</id><published>2011-11-07T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:23:12.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the Mambo Moon</title><content type='html'>Booklist starred (June 1, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 19))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 3-5. Poetry, music, and dance come together with visually stimulating art and an authentic presentation of diversity in Latin American cultures to make this small book stand large. In lines of simple blank verse, young Marisol tells of accompanying her father to his record store and observing the various customers who shop for the dance music they love: “Papi says you can / read people’s souls / by the music / they listen to; / that hearts / fly home / when the music’s / just right.” Marisol’s narrative is illustrated in soft black and grays with elements of block print, sketch pencil, and wash that bring the store and its customers stylishly to life. As the dozen or so visitors—including a professor from Andean South America who recalls a zampoña (panpipe) player, a preschool teacher who loves to dance the son jaracho from Mexico’s Veracruz region, and a young man from the neighborhood who chats about the bossa nova and a certain girl from Ipanema—are introduced, they each get a page spread with a poem and a brightly colored pastel portrait that together vibrantly capture the movement and allure of each dance style. Back matter includes pithy descriptions of the different regions and dances evoked in the preceding poems. This lively book will delight many independent readers, dancers, and artists and provide a fun and accessible introduction to Latin American history and its lasting heritage of music and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGHDH4Bu0Dk/TrfpxeGWMRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7V909lYQpoQ/s1600/img314685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGHDH4Bu0Dk/TrfpxeGWMRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7V909lYQpoQ/s1600/img314685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-1826803999485951228?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/1826803999485951228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=1826803999485951228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1826803999485951228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1826803999485951228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/under-mambo-moon.html' title='Under the Mambo Moon'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MGHDH4Bu0Dk/TrfpxeGWMRI/AAAAAAAAAfk/7V909lYQpoQ/s72-c/img314685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-7629797711785219692</id><published>2011-11-07T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:22:00.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder Birds</title><content type='html'>Library Media Connection (October 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful, life-like paintings in this book allow children to come eye to eye with powerful predatory birds such as eagles, ospreys, herons, vultures, hawks, and owls they would normally be able to observe only from a distance. Four fold-out pages offer life-size renderings and close-up sketches of the birds' feet, wings, beaks, and feathers. The book's conversational first-person narrative draws readers in and creates the feeling of being right there with Arnosky as he visits different habitats and wildlife refuges. Informative captions identify each bird and detail its respective length and wingspan. The table of contents makes it easy to locate information about specific flying predators, and an author's note and list of additional bird resources identifies similar titles for further reading. This first-hand narrative of traveling across the country and observing some of nature's most powerful predators will wow readers and inspire them to scan the skies for thunder birds in their own communities. Anne Bozievich, Library Media Specialist, Friendship Elementary School, Glen Rock, Pennsylvania. HIGHLY RECOMMENDED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzjM_nurI9w/TrfpfVOhQjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bsfPeC8XgA8/s1600/img333607.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzjM_nurI9w/TrfpfVOhQjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bsfPeC8XgA8/s320/img333607.jpg" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-7629797711785219692?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/7629797711785219692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=7629797711785219692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7629797711785219692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7629797711785219692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/thunder-birds.html' title='Thunder Birds'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dzjM_nurI9w/TrfpfVOhQjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/bsfPeC8XgA8/s72-c/img333607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8188896920999807198</id><published>2011-11-07T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:19:51.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarum Fair</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (September 15, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for a deliciously scary and occasionally gross carnival experience. This collection of poems takes brave readers on a journey past "The Ghoul at the Gate" and treats them to "Devil's Food Cake," "I-Scream" and "Cat-Hair Stew." Once fortified, there are activities to do-"Pumpkin Bowling" or a "Coffin Race," anyone?-and freaky folks to meet. Other creature features include the "Head Louse"-"This tiny pest / requires no care. / She's happy strolling / through your hair / and laying eggs / that quickly hatch. / So every day / you start from scratch"-and the "Poison Dart Frog": "Witch Clara has a tiny frog / that plays the cruelest joke / on creeps who try to capture him, / 'cause they're the ones who croak." Ghoulish subject matter, rollicking rhythms, lots of wordplay and Ashley's creepy cartoons, filled with interesting details, will keep kids turning pages. Pair with Frankenstein Takes the Cake, by Adam Rex (2008), or There Was a Man Who Loved a Rat and Other Vile Little Poems, by Gerda Rovetch and illustrated by Lissa Rovetch (2008), for some frightful fun. (Poetry. 7-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xQmbcTrG-Y/Trfo-62lOiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ACJshKvD3h8/s1600/img150977.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xQmbcTrG-Y/Trfo-62lOiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ACJshKvD3h8/s320/img150977.jpg" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-8188896920999807198?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/8188896920999807198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=8188896920999807198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8188896920999807198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8188896920999807198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/11/scarum-fair.html' title='Scarum Fair'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xQmbcTrG-Y/Trfo-62lOiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/ACJshKvD3h8/s72-c/img150977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-5049689998294125985</id><published>2011-11-07T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:17:50.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruth and the Green Book</title><content type='html'>School Library Journal (November 1, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gr 1-4-Ruth's father just bought a beautiful new 1952 Buick, making it a big day for this African-American family. They are going from Chicago to Alabama to visit Grandma. Ruth is very excited to be traveling, but the family encounters "whites only" restrooms, hotels, and restaurants along the way. It's very discouraging and sometimes scary, but they learn that some friendly faces may be found at local Esso stations, which are among the few franchises open to black businessmen. At a station near the Georgia border, they are introduced to Victor H. Green's The Negro Motorist Green Book, an early AAA guidebook of sorts that listed establishments or homes that would serve African Americans-be it for general services, housing, or meals. Ruth eventually becomes the Green Book specialist in the family, helping to guide them to an auto-repair shop or an inn that would welcome them. But, the best part of the trip is finally arriving at Grandma's, as illustrated by the loving expressions on all faces. A one-page concluding summary discusses the importance of The Green Book, which was in use from 1936-1964, when the Civil Rights Act was finally signed, banning racial discrimination. The realistic illustrations are done in oil wash on board, a self-described "subtractive process." The picture is painted, then erased to "paint" the final product. Overall, there is a sepialike quality to the art, giving the impression of gazing at old color photos. This is an important addition to picture book collections, useful as a discussion-starter on Civil Rights or as a stand-alone story.-Roxanne Burg, Orange County Public Library, CA (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. 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After a brief prelude, the book begins with Michael's first postcard home, sent, apparently, as soon as he gets there. "Dear Dad, I HATE camp! Come get me! P-L-E-A-S-E. My counselor is an alien and a vegetarian." His father cheerfully responds to each plea with propaganda: New York City is in the throes of a heat wave; a hand-drawn postcard indicates that "97.3% of all children love camp." Postcard by postcard, though, Michael's attitude changes. He is certified as a "shark" in swim class; he goes on an awesome canoe trip; the Color War "was such fun.... Camp isn't that bad." There's one piece of correspondence per page turn, allowing readers to see both fronts and backs of postcards and letters. In the case of the letters, readers can "open" the envelopes cunningly glued to the pages and pull out the enclosed letters. Taback's signature illustrative style is perfect for this brief tale. Michael's scrawl and his father's cursive share space with collaged stamps and photographs as well as illustrations that suit the correspondents' ages. Share with kids before and after camp-newbies will be astonished at how typical Michael's experience is; seasoned campers (and their parents) will laugh all the way through. 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With a bouncy, freewheeling tone that would make her subject proud, Weinstein tells the story of Louis Armstrong’s childhood from the point of view of his first cornet, a battered old five-dollar junker he scrimped and saved to buy from a pawn shop. He grew up poor, with a sick mother and absent father, in a rough New Orleans neighborhood. But he found a passion when he heard a new kind of music: “horns wah-wah-wahing, slow ’n’ sad drag-me-out blues, riffs on razzmatazz cornets, and jazzy beats of thumping piano keys.” And ever the affable performer in training, he never lost his face-splitting grin, no matter how bad things got as he bounced around homes until finally landing in the Colored Waif’s Home for Boys. From there, his talent shone when their band would march the streets, and eventually he got picked up by Louis Oliver’s band and went on to change music history. Morrison’s sketchy black-and-white spot art livens up an already ebullient chapter-book biography of a true artistic pioneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5_DKVsmotaM/Tq67NioasVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Vn8O2nC73lA/s1600/img376169.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5_DKVsmotaM/Tq67NioasVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Vn8O2nC73lA/s320/img376169.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-98637393697544120?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/98637393697544120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=98637393697544120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/98637393697544120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/98637393697544120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/play-louis-play.html' title='Play, Louis, Play!'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5_DKVsmotaM/Tq67NioasVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Vn8O2nC73lA/s72-c/img376169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-756900517684884720</id><published>2011-10-31T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:12:21.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misty Gordon and the Mystery of the Ghost Pirates</title><content type='html'>Booklist (September 1, 2010 (Vol. 107, No. 1))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 4-7. Misty’s dad is always finding strange objects for his D.E.A.D. (Deceased’s Estate and Antique Dealer) shop, so when he gives 11-year-old Misty an old telephone from Fannie Belcher’s estate, she thinks nothing of it—at least until an old diary hidden inside the phone hints at a 400-year-old mystery involving pirates and the founding of Ashcrumb, Misty’s hometown. When Misty finds a pair of eyeglasses that allows her to see ghosts, she enlists the help of her friend Yoshi to solve the mystery and protect the town. Though the writing is not as polished, this first novel is perfect to hand to fans of Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events or Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. Kennedy does an excellent job of creating a sense of place and a feeling of eeriness (extended by black-and-white chapter-opener art), and her characters (especially the unstoppable Misty) are engaging and fun. Although the plot is predictable in places, the story is nonetheless a delightful read, equal parts craziness and humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfWz6OhmAd8/Tq66vt0oenI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CJOTJ7u6Tqw/s1600/img84311.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfWz6OhmAd8/Tq66vt0oenI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CJOTJ7u6Tqw/s320/img84311.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-756900517684884720?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/756900517684884720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=756900517684884720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/756900517684884720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/756900517684884720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/misty-gordon-and-mystery-of-ghost.html' title='Misty Gordon and the Mystery of the Ghost Pirates'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XfWz6OhmAd8/Tq66vt0oenI/AAAAAAAAAcY/CJOTJ7u6Tqw/s72-c/img84311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-6580791098885917998</id><published>2011-10-31T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:09:03.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Pickle Juice on a Cookie</title><content type='html'>Booklist (February 15, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 12))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 2-4. Eleanor Abigail Kane has just experienced an August as dreadful as the black parts on a banana: her beloved babysitter, Bibi, has moved away to Florida to care for her ill father, and Eleanor is bereft. How she grows to love a new babysitter, while still cherishing Bibi, forms the center of this understated early chapter book. The story is told in straightforward, steady verse that echoes the gradual pace of Eleanor’s healing process. Surrounded by adults who are sympathetic to her loss, Eleanor is allowed time to grieve while being gently encouraged to find joy in new experiences and friends. Cordell’s winsome cartoon drawings complement the text without overcrowding the verse. The phrase “pickle juice on a cookie” is used at first to describe something tragic, and then something ridiculous, and fortunately, this title falls into neither category. It tells a simple, poignant story that will resonate with any child who has ever had to say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5YyblRWu_I/Tq65_oq3uOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TJkUe1vhUIg/s1600/img322110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5YyblRWu_I/Tq65_oq3uOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TJkUe1vhUIg/s320/img322110.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-6580791098885917998?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/6580791098885917998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=6580791098885917998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6580791098885917998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6580791098885917998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/like-pickle-juice-on-cookie.html' title='Like Pickle Juice on a Cookie'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r5YyblRWu_I/Tq65_oq3uOI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TJkUe1vhUIg/s72-c/img322110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-2911973880382208057</id><published>2011-10-31T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:05:26.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Being Audrey</title><content type='html'>Booklist (December 1, 2010 (Vol. 107, No. 7))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 1-3. It’s hard to believe life for Audrey Hepburn was ever anything but smart clothes, quirky expressions, and wistful gazes into the eyes of Cary Grant, but Cardillo makes a strong case to the contrary. Growing up in WWII–era Europe, Audrey wanted only to be a dancer, but the other girls made fun of her physical hurdles: “She was too tall, her feet were too big, and her neck was too long,” and “her eyes seemed too big for her head.” Young readers will get the message: these were precisely the traits that made Audrey an iconic beauty as an adult. In short order, she was spotted by entertainment heavyweights for her je ne sais quoi and quickly catapulted to fame. Denos’ soft pastel illustrations cut just the right Audrey outline (complete with flapping neck scarf), and fans will especially enjoy picking out the movie roles depicted in a two-page spread of costumes. Her later humanitarian deeds are given their due, but it is Audrey’s simple kindness that is emphasized throughout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7XqhZGo4SQ/Tq65Kg9N9hI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-Ix-su0_1pY/s1600/img358883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7XqhZGo4SQ/Tq65Kg9N9hI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-Ix-su0_1pY/s320/img358883.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-2911973880382208057?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/2911973880382208057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=2911973880382208057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2911973880382208057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2911973880382208057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-being-audrey.html' title='Just Being Audrey'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J7XqhZGo4SQ/Tq65Kg9N9hI/AAAAAAAAAcI/-Ix-su0_1pY/s72-c/img358883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-5961113775849715333</id><published>2011-10-31T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T08:01:50.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Diggity Dog</title><content type='html'>Booklist (April 15, 2010 (Vol. 106, No. 16))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades K-3. The fact that there is so much argument about who made the first hot dog says a lot about its appeal. (If you say “frank,” you’re siding with the Frankfurt, Germany, contingent; if you say “wiener,” you’re making the folks in Vienna, Austria, happy.) This zany picture book takes eaters—that is, readers—through the snack’s journey from Roman pig-intestine delicacy to its modern ubiquity at ball parks, cookouts, and dinner tables. Key for the American audience is the nineteenth-century immigration that led to dog stands gaining popularity in hot spots like Coney Island. Sidebars patterned with a retro-cool look clash with the Mad magazine–style cartoon art, but the visual chaos is intentional and plays into the mustard-stained mitts of the target audience. Fun facts fly fast and furious: L.A. is America’s dog-hungriest city; the wiener equivalent at South African sporting events is beetroot salad. Also included are regional dog differences (get that ketchup off my Chicago Dog!), the rise of the veggie dog, recipes, and plenty of mouth-watering photos. Don’t read before lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_XzS0auayw/Tq64UOiKNNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ddkYYmdxIHs/s1600/img29656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_XzS0auayw/Tq64UOiKNNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ddkYYmdxIHs/s320/img29656.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-5961113775849715333?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/5961113775849715333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=5961113775849715333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5961113775849715333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5961113775849715333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/hot-diggity-dog.html' title='Hot Diggity Dog'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_XzS0auayw/Tq64UOiKNNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ddkYYmdxIHs/s72-c/img29656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4449679856717283826</id><published>2011-10-31T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T07:59:57.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero</title><content type='html'>Publishers Weekly (October 25, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sportswriter and novelist Lupica (Million-Dollar Throw) offers a change of pace from his previous sports stories for younger readers, deftly reworking the traditional superhero origin story into a moving tale of adolescent growth. Shortly after his father dies in a plane accident, 14-year-old Zach Harriman discovers that his father was more than just a highly placed government adviser; he might have been a superhero. As he investigates his father's death, he meets an old man named Mr. Herbert, who claims that Zach has magic within him, and Zach soon discovers that the mild hints of power he'd shown-a sixth sense about danger and an ability to heal quickly-are only the tip of the iceberg. Lupica nicely coaxes sympathy for characters who are immersed in privilege (only Zach's friend Kate, who lives with her housekeeper mother in Zach's huge Fifth Avenue apartment, doesn't exude wealth), instead focusing on Zach's grief, his conflicting emotions over his discoveries, and his uncertainty over who to trust. As superhero stories go, it follows a classic arc, but Lupica's characters avoid cliche. Ages 10-up. (Nov.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. 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A couple of steps up from an easy reader, Jonell’s latest book will appeal to those who prefer their fantasy stories furry and friendly. It follows four siblings over the course of a day and a very long night as they deal with a wish gone wrong. The Willow kids (ages six and up) have just moved from their suburban neighborhood to a house in the country, and they’re having some trouble adjusting. But those troubles seem simple after Celia, the youngest, turns into a giant hamster when she wishes “to be big.” Dorman’s black-and-white illustrations are appealing, and Jonell handles the children’s problem with a light hand, finding humor in how they hide Celia’s appearance and tremendous stores of energy from their parents. After a night of adventure in which the children sneak out to find the Great Hamster and undo the magic, all ends well. And the Willow kids are sure that next time, they will better handle all of the new rural magic around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9eksaQbFDs/TqW_oNpu2aI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Uu93Yjp5iUM/s1600/img25876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9eksaQbFDs/TqW_oNpu2aI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Uu93Yjp5iUM/s320/img25876.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-2605073359273519067?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/2605073359273519067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=2605073359273519067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2605073359273519067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2605073359273519067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/hamster-magic.html' title='Hamster Magic'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o9eksaQbFDs/TqW_oNpu2aI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Uu93Yjp5iUM/s72-c/img25876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-5790548657982646762</id><published>2011-10-24T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:40:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Under the Forever Sky</title><content type='html'>Booklist (May 1, 2009 (Vol. 105, No. 17))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 5-8. Teens itching to read about life on another continent will relish Yohalem’s exciting debut novel set in Africa. Lucy Hoffman’s mom is the U.S. ambassador to Ethiopia, so Lucy lives and attends high school in the capital city of Addis Ababa. Unfortunately, Lucy’s overprotective mother won’t let her out of the house, which means no game drives or hanging out with her friends at the local ice-cream parlor. Frustrated and resentful, Lucy and a friend sneak out of the house and head into the city. The plot quickens when Lucy is kidnapped and held for ransom. Isolated and without shoes, Lucy plans an escape using her knowledge of the African wilderness. Loosely based on a true story, Yohalem’s tale weaves together the beauty of the African wildlife with the harsh realities of a poor and unstable region. Scenes depicting Lucy’s resourcefulness are riveting, and the author’s descriptions of Ethiopian culture will pique young readers’ curiosity about life abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxPl6ktjCko/TqW_O6nG1_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/HFoaShbD4Ck/s1600/img283140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxPl6ktjCko/TqW_O6nG1_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/HFoaShbD4Ck/s320/img283140.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-5790548657982646762?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/5790548657982646762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=5790548657982646762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5790548657982646762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5790548657982646762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/escape-under-forever-sky.html' title='Escape Under the Forever Sky'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UxPl6ktjCko/TqW_O6nG1_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/HFoaShbD4Ck/s72-c/img283140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-5435141272412306718</id><published>2011-10-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:39:03.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EllRay Jakes is NOT a Chicken!</title><content type='html'>Booklist (June 1, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 19))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 2-4. Lancelot Raymond Jakes is admittedly the smallest student in his third-grade class—even counting the girls. Trouble seems to find EllRay at school, even when he is trying his hardest to be good for his teacher. And he is certainly trying his hardest this week: if EllRay cannot behave, his father will cancel their upcoming trip to Disneyland. To make EllRay’s week even more difficult, he inexplicably finds himself involved in a “3-way boys’ war” with the two biggest, baddest boys in school, Stanley and Jared, who are intent on humiliating EllRay any way they can. The issue of bullying is addressed responsibly but without many of the tiresome buzzwords and trite approaches often used by adults who don’t fully appreciate the need to save face on the playground. Warner creates a humorous voice for EllRay, amplified by Harper’s winsome illustrations, that is sweet, authentic, and ideal for reluctant readers. Fans will be eager for the next installment in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoR1C1DGg2Q/TqW-vMxTpbI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kCMA3dMlrWU/s1600/img360213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoR1C1DGg2Q/TqW-vMxTpbI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kCMA3dMlrWU/s320/img360213.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-5435141272412306718?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/5435141272412306718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=5435141272412306718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5435141272412306718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5435141272412306718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/ellray-jakes-is-not-chicken.html' title='EllRay Jakes is NOT a Chicken!'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoR1C1DGg2Q/TqW-vMxTpbI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kCMA3dMlrWU/s72-c/img360213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-9032338988659875322</id><published>2011-10-24T12:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:36:59.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cheshire Cheese Cat   A Dickens of a Tale</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (September 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He was the best of toms. He was the worst of toms." And for all his harsh early life and unnatural dietary preferences, ragged London alley cat Skilley gets to look at a queen, too. Landing a gig as mouser for the chophouse and writers' hangout Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese is a lifelong fantasy come true for both Skilley and the inn's swarm of resident mice--because unlike his feline rivals, Skilley adores cheese and has no taste for mice at all. In fact it isn't long before he and Pip, a mouse of parts who has learned to read and write, have become great friends. Deedy and Wright take this premise and run with it, tucking in appearances from Dickens, Thackeray and other writers of the time. Cat and mice unite to face such challenges as the arrival of a cruel new cat named Oliver ("Well, this was an unwelcome twist"), a mysterious cheese thief and, climactically, a wise but injured old raven that is the subject of a country-wide search that culminates in a visit to the inn by Queen Victoria Herself. Moser contributes splendid black-and-white illustrations that manage to be both realistic and funny, recalling Robert Lawson while retaining his own style. Readers with great expectations will find them fully satisfied by this tongue-in-cheek romp through a historic public House that is the very opposite of Bleak. (Animal fantasy. 10-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGBteth9B88/TqW-Jj7IIWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DYQKSeWHSWc/s1600/img311378.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGBteth9B88/TqW-Jj7IIWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DYQKSeWHSWc/s320/img311378.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-9032338988659875322?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/9032338988659875322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=9032338988659875322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/9032338988659875322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/9032338988659875322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/cheshire-cheese-cat-dickens-of-tale.html' title='The Cheshire Cheese Cat   A Dickens of a Tale'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KGBteth9B88/TqW-Jj7IIWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DYQKSeWHSWc/s72-c/img311378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4031279252052867986</id><published>2011-10-24T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:34:52.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benjamin Franklinstein Lives!</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (July 15, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdy Victor is literally blasted out of his compulsively regimented ways when "Frank Benjamin," waking from 200 years of suspended animation, moves into a nearby apartment. Being a human battery with electricity-conducting bolts embedded in his neck and veins filled with "harmonic fluid," Ben-er, Frank-has a tendency to run amok when overcharged or devolve into a zombielike state when the juice runs low-conditions that the authors exploit to hilarious effect as they send young Victor scurrying across Philadelphia after his new neighbor and mentor, discovering a secret lab buried beneath their rundown building and rebuilding his elaborate but derivative science-fair volcano into an experimental one so massively destructive that even Victor is left impressed and proud. Frequent technical diagrams and actual patent drawings add a luster of Real Science to the antics, and 18th-century veneer is provided by Poor Richard's Almanack-style borders and display type. The balance struck between Victor's methodical approach and Ben's "we'll have to trust our instincts, whack away at the problem, and hope for the best" attitude provide some food for thought, too. Expect sequels. (Sci-fantasy. 10-12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0YhuA0VmMg/TqW9eRtG4eI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/C5FjypS3OZo/s1600/img41792.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0YhuA0VmMg/TqW9eRtG4eI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/C5FjypS3OZo/s320/img41792.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-4031279252052867986?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/4031279252052867986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=4031279252052867986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4031279252052867986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4031279252052867986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/benjamin-franklinstein-lives.html' title='Benjamin Franklinstein Lives!'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0YhuA0VmMg/TqW9eRtG4eI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/C5FjypS3OZo/s72-c/img41792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-5185348168362477703</id><published>2011-10-24T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T12:31:17.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aliens On Vacation</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (April 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer with grandma: boring, right? David, aka Scrub, is dreading it. His too-busy parents have sent him to stay with his hippie-dippy grandma in a small town in Washington. Grandma runs the Intergalactic Bed &amp;amp; Breakfast, which caters to weirdoes who pretend they're from outer space. The obvious becomes unavoidable when Scrub witnesses one guest devouring aluminum foil while guzzling bleach and Scrub's closet door turns out to be a portal for all manner of tentacled, many-eyed, rubbery-skinned creatures. Grandma enlists Scrub to outfit the vacationing guests in earthly disguises, and he discovers he likes this new feeling of being trusted. But his head and tongue go wonky when curious neighbor Amy, daughter of the town sheriff (who wants to close the inn), starts poking around. Though the momentum takes a while to rev, the hi-jinks hit full gear when Scrub takes three puckish alien youngsters on a camping trip and they cross paths with the sheriff's scouting troop. The jig is up, and Scrub feels the weight of grandma's disappointment. What can he do to set things right? With goofy alien illustrations to kick start each chapter, this tale explores the confusion of impending teen-hood and the importance of a sense of purpose, plus how cool it would be to have friendly aliens living among us. Ideal for upper-elementary readers dabbling in sci-fi. (Science fiction. 9-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PGr8-9xMmc/TqW85rWd6zI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qKqL_Y9lAoU/s1600/img302771.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PGr8-9xMmc/TqW85rWd6zI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qKqL_Y9lAoU/s320/img302771.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-5185348168362477703?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/5185348168362477703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=5185348168362477703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5185348168362477703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/5185348168362477703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/aliens-on-vacation.html' title='Aliens On Vacation'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PGr8-9xMmc/TqW85rWd6zI/AAAAAAAAAbI/qKqL_Y9lAoU/s72-c/img302771.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-3493509051706533938</id><published>2011-10-17T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:26:22.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Be My Friend!</title><content type='html'>School Library Journal (September 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PreS-Gr 2-Lucy, the bear who tried to adopt a boy in Children Make Terrible Pets (Little, Brown, 2010), is on the hunt for a new friend. While she searches the forest, speech bubbles capture her fervent anticipation: "We're going to do cartwheels! And climb trees! And have picnics! And have a dance party!" A frog invites her to play, but Lucy's overzealous belly flop empties out the pond. She dryly comments, "Things didn't work out." Bees invite Lucy to lunch, but she ends up eating their hive. Brown's quirky wood-grain-bordered illustrations show the cub's over-the-top tactics to fit in, from squeezing down a rabbit hole to gnawing tree trunks beside a beaver. After all of her overtures are rebuffed, she resorts to threats: "Come back here and have fun with me!" "You won't get any snacks unless you start liking me RIGHT NOW." When Lucy finally relaxes her approach, a flamingo pal comes her way. Readers will be won over by this witty, slapstick story of friendship found.-Linda Ludke, London Public Library, Ontario, Canada (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. 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Soltis' relaxed, forthright words and sentences build a momentum of anticipation and discovery-first an initial and then repeated assertion that there is "nothing like a puffin," followed by a series of comparative observations in which it turns out that a particular animal or item actually is in some way (two legs, hatches from eggs, swims) perhaps a little like a puffin. Kolar's eye-catching, full page, digitally created cartoons feature a merry-looking puffin in every opening, interacting with the objects or bright-eyed creatures of comparison: a newspaper, a pair of jeans, a goldfish, a snake, a shovel, a helicopter, a penguin. The colors on the puffin's bill are repeated in the figures and vivid backgrounds throughout. Young listeners won't know everything about puffins after a reading or two of this lively discourse, but they will have an idea about how to relate new information to something already known. What makes two things alike and what makes them different-what, indeed, confers individuality and the quality of being uniquely amazing-is exuberantly celebrated in a puffin-affectionate package. (Picture book. 2-5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgMd4XEtns0/Tpwr4rQ2EkI/AAAAAAAAAas/bzzueUgvFc0/s1600/img303121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgMd4XEtns0/Tpwr4rQ2EkI/AAAAAAAAAas/bzzueUgvFc0/s320/img303121.jpg" width="318" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-2790983944294086266?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/2790983944294086266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=2790983944294086266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2790983944294086266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2790983944294086266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/nothing-like-puffin.html' title='Nothing Like A Puffin'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgMd4XEtns0/Tpwr4rQ2EkI/AAAAAAAAAas/bzzueUgvFc0/s72-c/img303121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8335138397467835576</id><published>2011-10-17T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:19:41.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Chicken</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (August 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathtakingly beautiful meta-illustrations will draw many eyes to this tale of a curious chicken who spills some paint. "This picture is almost finished," narrates an unseen artist whose life-size pencil and brush lie across a barnyard drawing with cow, chicken coop and wheelbarrow softly shaded and colored but a barn only outlined. "[T]his day is perfect for painting the barn. / But wait. Does one of the chickens want to help?" A small white chicken patters out from the coop onto the blank white background, climbing up onto the edge of a paint pot-and tipping it over. Blue paint flows down the page, splattering on finished and unfinished bits of the original picture. It floods onto pansies, chicks and the cow, whose "moo wakes the chickens. They're peevish and blue." Irritated blue chickens give chase across now all-blue spreads; the original chicken who "just wanted to... / HELP!" is intimidated and "[s]incerely sorry." Watercolor washes and splashes, from pale blue to dark, create wonderful, wet patterns; their liquid edges contrast alluringly with fine pencil lines and shadings. Resourcefully, the chicken tips out the artist's brush-rinsing water jar, drenching and cleansing this world back into neatness. But is that the artist at the end, painting a real barn outdoors while something hilarious happens indoors in her studio? Delicate and durable, visually sophisticated yet friendly: simply exquisite. (Picture book. 3-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb2MmDQwxr8/TpwrYGEVNAI/AAAAAAAAAak/rmSO7eTaKUU/s1600/img312012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb2MmDQwxr8/TpwrYGEVNAI/AAAAAAAAAak/rmSO7eTaKUU/s320/img312012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-8335138397467835576?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/8335138397467835576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=8335138397467835576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8335138397467835576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8335138397467835576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/blue-chicken.html' title='Blue Chicken'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zb2MmDQwxr8/TpwrYGEVNAI/AAAAAAAAAak/rmSO7eTaKUU/s72-c/img312012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8126789792436797451</id><published>2011-10-17T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:17:06.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neville</title><content type='html'>Booklist starred (October 15, 2011 (Vol. 108, No. 4))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preschool-Grade 3. A long road trip, depicted in a series of panels on the title page, sets the stage for this tender, funny story about moving, settling down, and starting over. A boy and his family move to a new town. He worries about all of the troubles of relocation, especially being lonely, and his mother sends him out into the neighborhood to find new friends. As he walks to the end of the block, he draws attention by calling out a mysterious name: “NEVILLE, NEVILLE.” In no time, the streets are full of kids who have joined in the shouting and are all willing to help look for the eponymous stranger. As they ask questions, the boy tells them all about his best friend, Neville, whom they can’t wait to meet. Evening descends, the children part company, and the boy returns to his new home, where Neville’s true identity is revealed. The story’s simple charm comes to life in Juster’s well-paced, spare language. Karas’ deft mixed-media sketches carry remarkable weight. The new neighborhood begins as a lonely row of identical white houses and ends as a colorful bustle of congenial activity. With just a few simple strokes, Karas imbues his cartoonlike figures with deep and subtle emotion. A harmonious blend of text and illustration, this is a warm, reassuring choice for all children who know the anxieties that come with big life changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKyxCrGkNuk/TpwqxfDbQqI/AAAAAAAAAac/gaxMsDRUMdo/s1600/img323099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKyxCrGkNuk/TpwqxfDbQqI/AAAAAAAAAac/gaxMsDRUMdo/s320/img323099.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-8126789792436797451?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/8126789792436797451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=8126789792436797451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8126789792436797451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/8126789792436797451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/neville.html' title='Neville'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MKyxCrGkNuk/TpwqxfDbQqI/AAAAAAAAAac/gaxMsDRUMdo/s72-c/img323099.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-6502233981213010223</id><published>2011-10-17T06:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:14:47.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Guy vs. the Flyswatter!</title><content type='html'>School Library Journal (September 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PreS-Gr 2-This 10th addition to the early-reader series is sure to be a hit with young patrons, especially those who have enjoyed the silly adventures of Buzz and his pet. In this tale, Fly Guy is eating a hearty breakfast from Buzz's leftover lunch inside the boy's backpack. Buzz discovers his pal when he opens his backpack at school, and he puts him in his shirt pocket for the day. The irony of this adventure is that the class is headed on a field trip to a flyswatter factory, and the antics that follow will keep youngsters turning the pages. Clear, comic-style drawings, well-balanced white space, and whimsically wide-eyed characters provide beginning readers with a rollicking adventure. This is another winner, especially when searching for books for boys; definitely put this one on your shelves.-Melissa Smith, Royal Oak Public Library, MI (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. 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As the eldest, Helena has taken charge of her orphaned siblings. It is her job to keep the younger mice safe—not much of a challenge, really, except for avoiding the occasional snake and keeping the daring Louise from being seen by humans. However, when word comes that the Cranstons, the people upstairs, are sailing for Europe to give their eldest daughter, Olive, “Her Chance,” the mice must conquer their fear of drowning to accompany the family across the Atlantic or else stay behind and starve. This delightful romp, told by Helena, is enhanced by whimsical black-and-white illustrations. By turns poignant and playful, engaging and exciting, and with a touch of romance, the story will have great appeal for the audience. The characters (both two- and four-legged) are well drawn, and the timeless themes—the importance of family, the need for courage—add heft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erdhK8cr4AM/TpwomwpqFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/LEwwc3uaGaI/s1600/img309338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erdhK8cr4AM/TpwomwpqFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/LEwwc3uaGaI/s320/img309338.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-1157586623955085571?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/1157586623955085571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=1157586623955085571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1157586623955085571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1157586623955085571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/secrets-at-sea.html' title='Secrets At Sea'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-erdhK8cr4AM/TpwomwpqFiI/AAAAAAAAAaM/LEwwc3uaGaI/s72-c/img309338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-2636797620189811814</id><published>2011-10-17T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T06:05:37.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Thing On It</title><content type='html'>Booklist (September 1, 2011 (Vol. 108, No. 1))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grades 2-7. Members of Shel Silverstein’s family have selected poems and drawings from his personal archive for a volume to follow Where the Sidewalk Ends (1974), A Light in the Attic (1981), and Falling Up (1996). The result is unmistakably Silverstein, with insouciant rhymes, playful scansion, furious humor, and the odd scatological reference, packaged with a tight typeface and whimsical ink drawings set against ample white space. The poems, ranging from two-line zingers to three-page odes, cover a lot of emotional territory, examining the many difficulties and joys of being young and growing up. Moments of melancholy and nostalgia balance the otherwise sharp frivolity. Fans of Silverstein’s oeuvre will find more to appreciate, while newcomers who have yet to discover his individual tone will be prompted to seek out the classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCPZaewSz5Y/TpwoEndzrpI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lB68_3tlLJo/s1600/img305029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCPZaewSz5Y/TpwoEndzrpI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lB68_3tlLJo/s320/img305029.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-2636797620189811814?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/2636797620189811814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=2636797620189811814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2636797620189811814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/2636797620189811814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/every-thing-on-it.html' title='Every Thing On It'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCPZaewSz5Y/TpwoEndzrpI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lB68_3tlLJo/s72-c/img305029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4607951106883276952</id><published>2011-10-10T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:13:00.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name Is Elizabeth!</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (August 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't call her Betsy. After all, though she may seem part Olivia and part Lilly (with just a smidgen of Chrysanthemum), right on the cover the protagonist declares, "My name is Elizabeth!" She then lauds the virtues of her "nine letters long" moniker,concluding, "I also like that there is a queen named after me!" Alas, Elizabeth must fend off "Lizzy," "Liz," "Beth" and "Betsy's" aplenty as her granddad, a neighborhood boy, a merchant and a crossing guard greet her with these nicknames. Never bratty, this girl simply knows who she is and what she wants to be called. Forsythe's restrained color palette and expressive line contribute to his brilliant rendering of Elizabeth's character, and his whimsical inclusion of a pet duck (unmentioned in the text) adds another layer of idiosyncratic delight. A double whammy of a punch line first shows readers that "Elizabeth" isn't quite the mouthful her full name is and then underscores her true sweetness when she acquiesces to having her heretofore-silent baby brother call her "Wizabef?" "Close enough," she thinks. This debut picture-book offering from Dunklee and Forsythe is close enough to perfect in its tone, pacing and interplay between words and pictures: Wonderful. (Picture book. 3-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFg6xHtPWq0/TpNRvnhmc_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/bM-UMUzfYAc/s1600/img302188.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFg6xHtPWq0/TpNRvnhmc_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/bM-UMUzfYAc/s320/img302188.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-4607951106883276952?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/4607951106883276952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=4607951106883276952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4607951106883276952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4607951106883276952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-name-is-elizabeth.html' title='My Name Is Elizabeth!'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFg6xHtPWq0/TpNRvnhmc_I/AAAAAAAAAaA/bM-UMUzfYAc/s72-c/img302188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-125614459472433150</id><published>2011-10-10T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:11:09.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Mouserella</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review starred (August 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestrewing lined sheets with crayon drawings, Polaroids, smudges, a ketchup packet (not a real one) and other signs of affection, a mouseling writes a newsy love note to her Grandmouse. "I don't know what to write..." she starts-but that problem disappears in a twinkling, as her attention flits from a crafts project to a pet ladybug ("I taught her to fetch"), from a museum visit ("At the butterfly tent I put honey from the cafeteria on my ears so butterflies would land on me. But none did") to flashlight shadow puppets during the previous week's blackout. Showing his customary gift for spot-on evocations of childlike voice and sensibility, Caldecott honoree Stein (Interrupting Chicken, 2010) interweaves Mouserella's loosely connected comments with decorative crayon sketches, relatively more finished vignettes representing pictures in her imagination or scenes she is describing and painted "photos" of a pet chrysalis, Dadmouse and other subjects. "Write back," she concludes, after expressing hopes of a future visit. "I mouse you." Awww. Sometimes snail mail is just better. Here's proof. (Picture book. 5-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWYSMUYqxn8/TpNRTW-7t4I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DfI1-fu8PqE/s1600/img302571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWYSMUYqxn8/TpNRTW-7t4I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DfI1-fu8PqE/s320/img302571.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-125614459472433150?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/125614459472433150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=125614459472433150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/125614459472433150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/125614459472433150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-mouserella.html' title='Love, Mouserella'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QWYSMUYqxn8/TpNRTW-7t4I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/DfI1-fu8PqE/s72-c/img302571.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-8398819769176672104</id><published>2011-10-10T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T12:55:00.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otis and the Tornado</title><content type='html'>School Library Journal (October 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PreS-Gr 2-The tractor with the big heart is back in another adventure. Life on the farm is fairly peaceful, except for a menacing bull, which frightens both the tractor and the farm inhabitants. Otis and the animals keep their distance from him-until the day a storm arrives. The tractor knows "deep down in his pipes" that the approaching tempest is no ordinary storm, so working fast he helps his friends find cover in Mud Creek. But from that safe spot the group can hear the dreadful cry of the bull, locked in its pen and smack in the path of the speeding tornado. True to his nature, Otis rushes to the rescue and together they find shelter from the twister. Long offers readers a tender tale with exquisite artwork. The large, gouache-and-pencil illustrations feature unusual perspective and outlined forms with bold dashes of color that contrast with earth-tone backgrounds. The pictures have a retro quality that matches Otis's vintage perfectly. Children will be delighted with this story about friendship.-Diane Antezzo, Ridgefield Library, CT (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. 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W. 2009. &lt;strong&gt;Happenstance Found&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;•de Seve, Randall. 2009. &lt;strong&gt;The Duchess of Whimsy: An Absolutely Delicious Fairy Tale&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;•Draper, Sharon. 2010. &lt;strong&gt;Out of My Mind&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;•Fleming, Candace. 2009. &lt;strong&gt;Imogene's Last Stand&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Holm, Jennifer L. 2010. &lt;strong&gt;Turtle in Paradise&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;•Hopkins, Lee Bennett. 2010. &lt;strong&gt;Amazing Faces&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;•Javaherbin, Mina. 2010. &lt;strong&gt;Goal&lt;/strong&gt;!. &lt;br /&gt;•Kerley, Barbara. 2010. &lt;strong&gt;The Extraordinary Mark Twain (According to Susy).&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;•Lewin, Ted and Betsy Lewin. 2009. &lt;strong&gt;Balarama: A Royal Elephant&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;•McDonough, Yona Zeldis. 2009. &lt;strong&gt;Louisa: The Life of Louisa May Alcott&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•McGowan, Keith. 2009. &lt;strong&gt;The Witch's Guide to Cooking with Children&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;•Nelson, S. D. 2010. &lt;strong&gt;Black Elk's Vision: A Lakota Story&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;•Phelan, Matt. 2009. &lt;strong&gt;The Storm in the Barn&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;•Singer, Marilyn. 2010. &lt;strong&gt;Mirror Mirror: A Book of Reversible Verse&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;•West, Jacqueline. 2010. &lt;strong&gt;The Shadows&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-6512675815594715098?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/6512675815594715098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=6512675815594715098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6512675815594715098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6512675815594715098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/2011-2012-texas-bluebonnet-reading-list.html' title='2011-2012 Texas Bluebonnet Reading List'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QQKci0hI87g/TodqR6Tg9HI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/DCHEaufi-6o/s72-c/imagesCA1YLOKI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-1625298525603921831</id><published>2011-10-01T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T12:03:38.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Write In This Book</title><content type='html'>Kirkus Review (November 15, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a teacher leaves an enticingly blank book in a corner, it becomes a record of classroom rivalries, diplomacy and growth in this deceptively lighthearted offering from the creator of the Riot Brothers. In a variety of handwritten-style entries festooned with childlike drawings, bossy Lizzy and brash Luke ("rhymes with puke") go head-to-head as animal-loving Keesha, meek Yoshiko, budding engineer Milton and others chime in. Slowly, the gross-out remarks, outraged responses, pleas for amity, wild tall tales, authentically lame verse and sycophantic comments take on a different character. By the end, everyone-even initially aliterate Jimmy-is on the same page, enthusiastically taking turns contributing to a collectively composed story about rescuing the teacher from alien kidnappers. Along with warming the cockles of any educator's heart, this record of successful class dynamics will draw reluctant readers with its funny dialogue and please fans of Kate Klise's illustrated romps. (Fiction. 9-11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUehIplBT3I/Todj9yRII4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rYQOM-SQcGk/s1600/img211199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUehIplBT3I/Todj9yRII4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rYQOM-SQcGk/s320/img211199.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-1625298525603921831?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/1625298525603921831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=1625298525603921831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1625298525603921831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1625298525603921831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/please-write-in-this-book.html' title='Please Write In This Book'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mUehIplBT3I/Todj9yRII4I/AAAAAAAAAZw/rYQOM-SQcGk/s72-c/img211199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-3206481258939509953</id><published>2011-10-01T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T12:00:37.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star Jumper</title><content type='html'>Booklist (July 2006 (Vol. 102, No. 21))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gr. 3-5. In this gently amusing chapter book, the versatile Asch addresses two timeless subjects: the evil of little brothers and the joys of invention. Alex's younger sibling is "the biggest pain in the butt this side of Alpha Centauri."But Alex, an immodest kid genius, has a plan: he carefully transforms cardboard boxes and duct tape into a spaceship, a micro-blaster, and a duplicator. He is going to the end of the universe to escape. Jonathan, who thinks Alex is making him a castle, has other ideas. When the duplicator makes too many Alexes and Jonathans, both brothers, upon returning to their single selves, finally find some common ground. Told in Alex's voice, the sf fantasy is extended with informative references to math and science, a subplot about Alex's crush on a neighborhood girl, and many illustrations--primarily sketches of the contraptions. Readers who like to tinker and dream will be the best audience for this tongue-in-cheek tale, in which the lines between imagination and reality are intriguingly blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAu5nd1fhFw/TodiQQZAW9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZQ-d-C_CPPI/s1600/img49427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAu5nd1fhFw/TodiQQZAW9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZQ-d-C_CPPI/s320/img49427.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-3206481258939509953?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/3206481258939509953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=3206481258939509953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3206481258939509953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/3206481258939509953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/10/booklist-july-2006-vol.html' title='Star Jumper'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pAu5nd1fhFw/TodiQQZAW9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZQ-d-C_CPPI/s72-c/img49427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-610174428602514744</id><published>2011-09-13T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T07:00:22.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's There?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDs9ClUoXkw/Tm9h6Rex97I/AAAAAAAAAZo/AUn3gDfVpQI/s1600/img44668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651843711126075314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDs9ClUoXkw/Tm9h6Rex97I/AAAAAAAAAZo/AUn3gDfVpQI/s320/img44668.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Booklist (May 15, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 18))&lt;br /&gt;Preschool-Grade 1. For little BunBun, going to bed isn’t a problem—after all, he and his rabbit family live in the coziest little warren beneath a lovely Pooh-style tree. It’s that once he is snuggled in with his teddy bear, Boo, the anxiety begins: “Creak, creak, crinch, crinch, crinch, thwack-a-wack!” An ominous noise is coming from the hallway, and each time it gets closer and louder. The nonsense words Schaefer creates to communicate the noises are only part of the fun. Between each set of sounds, BunBun imagines the various monsters who might be approaching. It could be a Crusty Dumply Ogre (a pig in sandals) or a Grimy Gooey Ghoulie (a dog with a runny nose) or even a Splitch-kah-doo-mee Grabber (a rat with extendable mechanized arms). As rendered in Morgan’s ink-and-gouache artwork, none of these beasties are the least bit frightening, which makes this a solid everything-is-OK title to soothe panicked youngsters. The ultimate revelation—that it’s just his kid brother trailing a pull-toy—reaffirms the comforting status quo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-610174428602514744?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/610174428602514744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=610174428602514744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/610174428602514744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/610174428602514744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/09/whos-there.html' title='Who&apos;s There?'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDs9ClUoXkw/Tm9h6Rex97I/AAAAAAAAAZo/AUn3gDfVpQI/s72-c/img44668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-7847178874549971044</id><published>2011-09-13T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:48:55.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Get A Job By Me, The Boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bPyFX_M02qY/Tm9fMwjbjyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hl-ACRhjuYA/s1600/img200342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651840730169839394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bPyFX_M02qY/Tm9fMwjbjyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hl-ACRhjuYA/s320/img200342.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Publishers Weekly (June 27, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;The wise-beyond-her-years heroine who addressed the finer points of getting married and having a baby in her previous books now tackles the job market. "[S]ometimes a Job is so you can get all dressed up and wear your new shoes to work," she explains. The narrator covers big jobs (like "President of the World") and small jobs (like "Balloon Holder") alike, and is highly encouraging ("You could be a Cowboy or an Explorer.... Or actually anything you want!"), while giving a nod to a few exceptions ("you shouldn't be a Robber"). Heap's acrylic, paint, and crayon illustrations are as energetic and quirky as the Boss herself, whose charmingly askew perspective includes some genuine advice-and remains as funny as ever. Ages 4-8. (May) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-7847178874549971044?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/7847178874549971044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=7847178874549971044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7847178874549971044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/7847178874549971044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-to-get-job-by-me-boss.html' title='How To Get A Job By Me, The Boss'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bPyFX_M02qY/Tm9fMwjbjyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/hl-ACRhjuYA/s72-c/img200342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-6349391213345465639</id><published>2011-09-13T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:43:07.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ball For Daisy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bgUoHlxAqU/Tm9d3LDpEHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/akc48al7Poo/s1600/img101734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651839259815514226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bgUoHlxAqU/Tm9d3LDpEHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/akc48al7Poo/s320/img101734.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horn Book (September/October, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;The wordless story begins on the title page, where we see a scruffy little black-and-white dog about to be given a big red ball. It's clear from the start that Daisy loves her new toy. After playing with it inside, she cuddles up with the ball on the sofa and contentedly falls asleep. The real drama begins with a trip to the park, where Daisy and her little-girl owner play catch and have a moment of panic when the ball goes over a fence and has to be rescued. All goes well until another dog shows up, joins in the play, and pops the ball. It's a long walk home with gloomy Daisy, and the subsequent nap on the couch is lonely. In fact, the two contrasting double-page spreads of Daisy napping, with the ball and without it, show the ingenious artistry of Raschka, who communicates so much emotion through her posture. Throughout, Raschka uses broad strokes of gray and black paint to outline the dog, and varies the line to echo her emotions: bold, sure lines when Daisy is happy; shaky, squiggly lines when she is upset. Background watercolor washes also reflect Daisy's mood, going from bright yellows and greens to somber purples and browns. Raschka employs a series of horizontal frames to show sequential action, interspersed with occasional single paintings to show pivotal moments, such as the moment near the end of the book when Daisy gets a brand-new ball, this time a blue one, from the owner of the dog who destroyed her first one. It's a satisfying conclusion to a story that is noteworthy for both its artistry and its child appeal. kathleen t. horning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-6349391213345465639?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/6349391213345465639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=6349391213345465639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6349391213345465639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6349391213345465639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/09/ball-for-daisy.html' title='A Ball For Daisy'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3bgUoHlxAqU/Tm9d3LDpEHI/AAAAAAAAAZY/akc48al7Poo/s72-c/img101734.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4671375983640143757</id><published>2011-09-13T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:32:37.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smells Like Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjAzSY9Est8/Tm9bZMB0s4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KOIPMGs8Cbw/s1600/img111201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651836545656992642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjAzSY9Est8/Tm9bZMB0s4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KOIPMGs8Cbw/s320/img111201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Booklist (May 1, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 17))&lt;br /&gt;Grades 4-7. After Homer Winslow Pudding receives an invitation from the secret society of Legends, Objects, Secrets, and Treasures (LOST) to occupy his recently deceased uncle Drake’s vacant chair in this sequel to Smells like Dog (2010), the 12-year-old and his basset hound, Dog (who has a keen sense for sniffing out treasure but nothing else), skip the local county fair to meet with the world’s most elite treasure hunters. When Lorelei, Homer’s nemesis turned friend turned nemesis, reappears to challenge Homer’s stake in LOST, the young treasure hunters must compete to find Uncle Drake’s membership coin, using clues from the greatest mapmaker ever. Periodically interrupting their search is background information on Rumpold Smeller, the once future Duke of Estonia who turned to piracy and whose lost treasure remains the holy grail for treasure hunters. As in the first novel, quirky side characters and over-the-top humor hold reader interest even during slow points. Unfulfilled discoveries leave the scent of another sequel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-4671375983640143757?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/4671375983640143757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=4671375983640143757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4671375983640143757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4671375983640143757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/09/smells-like-treasure.html' title='Smells Like Treasure'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wjAzSY9Est8/Tm9bZMB0s4I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KOIPMGs8Cbw/s72-c/img111201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-4533486405838928712</id><published>2011-08-30T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:04:15.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Born Yesterday  The Diary of a Young Journalist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x935595UXyc/Tl1QP-mMokI/AAAAAAAAAZI/i51UXoFVt1E/s1600/img576088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646757743223939650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x935595UXyc/Tl1QP-mMokI/AAAAAAAAAZI/i51UXoFVt1E/s320/img576088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kirkus Review (January 15, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;If we could hear the thoughts of an infant, we might not be surprised by the sardonic and precocious voice of this newborn's year-long diary. Solheim's cartoons in ink-and-watercolor vignettes provide humorous images of this hyperobservant baby's discovery of everything from a tantalizing crib mobile to hands that can grab, feet that can be sucked, food that can be flung and the notion that "the up end of people is their hairstyles and the down end is their tootsie-wootsies." Yet the best discovery of this aspiring new author is how crying or laughing can alter communication--especially when a big sister's love makes her the best friend "For Ever." Older siblings with a sense of how a new baby can change the dynamics of a family may appreciate this baby's adjustment to life while recognizing that younger brothers or sisters can be the most admiring and supportive of friends. (Picture book. 5-8) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-4533486405838928712?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/4533486405838928712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=4533486405838928712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4533486405838928712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/4533486405838928712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/08/born-yesterday-diary-of-young.html' title='Born Yesterday  The Diary of a Young Journalist'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x935595UXyc/Tl1QP-mMokI/AAAAAAAAAZI/i51UXoFVt1E/s72-c/img576088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-1627805517543881293</id><published>2011-08-30T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T12:18:14.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day and One Amazing Morning on Orange Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0iI0d5ZIu8/Tl03Wj6q6jI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rSFyDgNCWVw/s1600/index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646730368530442802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0iI0d5ZIu8/Tl03Wj6q6jI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rSFyDgNCWVw/s320/index.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kirkus Review starred (March 1, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;Does the arrival of a mysterious man in a green car presage a miracle on Orange Street? Does the orange cone in front of the empty lot where the last majestic orange tree stood mean trouble? The tree was rooted in the lives of four kids. Bunny, age nine, has OCD and worries every time her mother flies. Leandra lives at 301 above the garage with her grandparents because her mother is pregnant. Ali has a toddler brother who has stopped talking after a hospital stay. Lonely Robert is a chubby would-be magician with a crush on Ali. The segments of their lives cluster around the orange tree that holds secrets in the dirt, shelters hummingbird nests and provides California shade. There's also Manny, the dreadlocked nanny for Ali's brother, and Ms. Snoops, whose memory is like a lacy antimacassar, with holes. Unfolding in one day's time, the story recounts how secrets are revealed, curiosity is satisfied and wishing becomes hope because the spirit and ties of friendship and community are resilient and strong. Fully realized characters and setting definitely make this one morning on Orange Street amazing. (Fiction. 8-11) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-1627805517543881293?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/1627805517543881293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=1627805517543881293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1627805517543881293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/1627805517543881293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-day-and-one-amazing-morning-on.html' title='One Day and One Amazing Morning on Orange Street'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0iI0d5ZIu8/Tl03Wj6q6jI/AAAAAAAAAZA/rSFyDgNCWVw/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-6386412246725233416</id><published>2011-08-30T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T12:05:17.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Rules You Absolutely Must Not Break if You Want to Survive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UshuXnEeBps/Tl00TMBqm6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/MhllgmSyPWA/s1600/img118258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646727012042840994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UshuXnEeBps/Tl00TMBqm6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/MhllgmSyPWA/s320/img118258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Booklist (July 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 21))&lt;br /&gt;Grades K-3. The unfortunate among us recall the carnivalesque horrors of entering a school bus for the first time: the creaking bat-wing of the door, the towering driver, the jungle of bizarre and unfriendly faces. Grandits sums up the traumatic experience quite neatly in this surreal take on the reputation (and reality) of riding the bus. Kyle’s older brother, James, is the source of the frightening list of do-or-die rules. Never sit in the first row. Never sit in the back row. Never make eye contact. Never touch anyone’s stuff. Each threat receives a delirious acrylic illustration from Austin that turns everything—trees, chairs, people—into wild malformations that slouch as if constructed of Play-Doh. The surly big kid looks like a wolf, the bus itself has horns, and so on. Naturally, Kyle breaks all 10 rules in a single day, which leads him to concoct Rule 11: ignore your brother’s rules. With its decent amount of text, this skews slightly older, though its topic, of course, is perfect for anyone dealing with the Big Yellow Monster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-6386412246725233416?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/6386412246725233416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=6386412246725233416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6386412246725233416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6386412246725233416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/08/ten-rules-you-absolutely-must-not-break.html' title='Ten Rules You Absolutely Must Not Break if You Want to Survive'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UshuXnEeBps/Tl00TMBqm6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/MhllgmSyPWA/s72-c/img118258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-6888421349626039385</id><published>2011-08-30T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:51:41.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderstruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R24-eHoJkw4/Tl0w7Qenq0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/GRfiTV6ckzw/s1600/9780545027892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 110px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646723302386281282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R24-eHoJkw4/Tl0w7Qenq0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/GRfiTV6ckzw/s320/9780545027892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Booklist starred (August 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 22)) Grades 4-8. Opening Selznick’s new book is like opening a cabinet of wonders—the early museum display case “filled with a nearly infinite variety of amazing things” that is so central to this story. Following the Caldecott Medal–winning The Invention of Hugo Cabret (2007), Selznick offers another visual narrative, one that feels even better suited to his inventive style. The beautifully crafted structure includes two stories set 50 years apart. The first, set in 1977, is told in text and follows Ben, who is grieving the sudden loss of his mother when he stumbles upon clues that point to his father’s identity. The second, told entirely in richly shaded pencil drawings, opens in 1927 as a young girl, Rose, gazes at a newspaper clipping. Rose is deaf, and Ben also loses his hearing, during a lightning strike. Both lonely children run away to New York City, and their parallel stories echo and reflect each other through nuanced details, which lead “like a treasure map” to a conjoined, deeply satisfying conclusion. Selznick plays with a plethora of interwoven themes, including deafness and silence, the ability to see and value the world, family, and the interconnectedness of life. Although the book is hefty, at more than 600 pages, the pace is nevertheless brisk, and the kid-appealing mystery propels the story. With appreciative nods to museums, libraries, and E. L. Konigsburg, Wonderstruck is a gift for the eye, mind, and heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-6888421349626039385?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/6888421349626039385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=6888421349626039385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6888421349626039385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/6888421349626039385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/08/wonderstruck.html' title='Wonderstruck'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R24-eHoJkw4/Tl0w7Qenq0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/GRfiTV6ckzw/s72-c/9780545027892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281224046937540147.post-9015739928006390877</id><published>2011-07-20T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:24:06.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RRRALPH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9U0HOaoo-w/TidHXcaY4eI/AAAAAAAAAYo/hqh4MYyf8vA/s1600/img116681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9U0HOaoo-w/TidHXcaY4eI/AAAAAAAAAYo/hqh4MYyf8vA/s320/img116681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631548327139533282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Booklist starred (February 15, 2011 (Vol. 107, No. 12))&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p&gt;Preschool-Grade 3. Ralph is a talking dog. And the text of this clever book consists of questions posed to Ralph, the canine answers, and comments from an unseen narrator talking to introduces this amazing pet. Asked “What’s your name?” the dog answers, “RRRALPH/RALPH.” Asked “Where are you?” Ralph responds, “ROOF/ROOF.” Once kids get the joke, they’ll enjoy guessing the dog’s replies to queries such as “What’s on that tree?” and “How’s the path feel on your paws, Ralph?” Created with realia as well as painted and textured papers, the three-dimensional collage illustrations feature zippers for Ralph’s mouth, a metal pop-top for his nose, buttons for the birds’ eyes, and actual bark for the tree’s trunk. The pages, colored in hot-pink, grass-green, and pumpkin, magnify the visual energy of the artwork and graphics. Each animal or object pictured shows up distinctly against a bright background, and Ralph’s words, along with the short lines of text, appear in large, bold type. With its appealing jacket art, clever text, and vibrant illustrations, this amusing picture book is a pleasure to read aloud, either individually or in story hour settings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="back_to_top"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=6281224046937540147#anchor-top"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.blogger.com/graphics/hc/sidebar/jump-to/back-to-top.gif" border="0" height="16" width="86" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6281224046937540147-9015739928006390877?l=riddlereads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/feeds/9015739928006390877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6281224046937540147&amp;postID=9015739928006390877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/9015739928006390877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6281224046937540147/posts/default/9015739928006390877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riddlereads.blogspot.com/2011/07/rrralph.html' title='RRRALPH'/><author><name>Mrs. Kinsella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470264474824548730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9U0HOaoo-w/TidHXcaY4eI/AAAAAAAAAYo/hqh4MYyf8vA/s72-c/img116681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
