Saturday, September 29, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
|Yes, I kept it. For a $175 copay, I want something tangible.|
Saturday, September 22, 2012
YA F GIER
Gwen's family is a bit odd - she lives with a conglomeration of mostly female relatives, who are all devoted to her perfect cousin Charlotte. They aren't horrid people, it's just that Charlotte is expected to inherit the family gene that allows one to travel in time, so of course the past sixteen years have been devoted to her training - after all, you wouldn't want to show up in 18th Century France and not know the gavotte, would you? Gwen has been free to enjoy a normal life (well, okay, she can talk to ghosts - and gargoyles - but, other than that, the usual stuff.) Until the day she slips back in time herself.
Oops! Mad scramble by the family, and by the Guardians who manage the whole thing, and Gwen is suddenly thrust into a world of secrecy and plots and mysteries and machinations. With, of course, a cute but obnoxious boy.
Normally, this type of book is not my 'thing' - while I like historical fiction, I'm not that into time travel, and I've had my fill of sinister men with devious plans that we can't quite figure out just yet. Ruby Red pleasantly surprised me, though. I was sucked into the plot and the characters very quickly, and finished the book before I was ready to. Throughout the rest of the day, I kept thinking I would go back and read some more, only to realize there wasn't any more (until the next book, Sapphire Blue, comes out next month). Yes, there are things you know that Gwen doesn't (poor Lucy!), but the mystery is just enough to make you anxious for the next installment - I am, anyways!
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Another incredibly sweet book, and one the mommies really seemed to enjoy. I started by having the kids take their shoes and socks off, which drew attention back from wherever it was starting to wander. We counted our fingers and toes, and marveled over the fact that we all had the same number (although I was prepared to marvel over anyone with a different number of digits, just in case!) I told them to keep their shoes off while we read the story, and "you will see why when we're done!" This celebration of specialness and aDORable babies makes me want to run out and buy it as a gift for someone every time I read it. The children quickly caught on to the refrain again, and when the narrator gives her own baby three little kisses on his nose at the end, I didn't have to give the mommies the slightest nudge to do the same.
Now, we were ready for our craft. I had flower stems painted on pieces of large white paper, and Mommies could choose to use either paint or markers to make flowers and leaves with their little ones' hands and feet. They surprised me, and every brave Mommy opted for the paint. At least one flower became a gift later that day, for a favorite aunt's birthday, and they all turned out very cute!
Friday, September 14, 2012
*Illustrator Ag Jatkowska, of course, deserves much of the credit for their cuteness. I spent quite a bit of time on her web site yesterday, and had to resist the sudden urge to completely redecorate S.'s room with her artwork. Gorgeous! And so refreshing after some of the mediocre fare that has crossed my desk lately.
And yes, I know I used the word "refreshing" twice. And cute three times. This is why I don't write books myself - I just sigh over books from those who can!
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
I will forever be thankful that I was at school that day, and not a sub. We live in a military town, so a good percentage of my students had parents in the military. One boy's father was TDY at the Pentagon, and the office delivered a message from his mother that his father had called, and he was safe. When I gave this tough and cool, nothing-phases-me, young boy the message, I could see it hit him that his father might NOT have been okay, and he just started shaking with silent tears. I'm crying again just remembering that.
The next day, I went ahead and drove to the airport my flight was booked out of, knowing what I would probably find. Sure enough, all flights cancelled, so I just continued on the interstate and drove all day, to where my girls were living. I missed those first few days of news craziness because I was hanging out at a hotel pool, shopping, and seeing the sights with two beautiful young girls. We all knew everything was changing for us, but in ways that had nothing to do with terrorists. I didn't realize then what an incredible gift of timing that was for all three of us.