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Every once in awhile in my "career" as a picture book reviewer, I come across a book and I ask myself, "Why didn't I think of this?" BRAINSTORM! written by Rebecca Gardyn Levington and illustrated by Kate Kronreif is one of those books. From the title, to the puns, poetry, and figurative language on every page--there is A LOT of wordplay going on.
After stomping around in the mud of ideas and words, (and what writer can't identify with that metaphor!)
I pounce and play, embrace the storm, as sentences begin to form.
My cousin, Mara, and I read A Sky Full of Song, by Susan Lynn Meyer, and we both found numerous flaws with both the story and the main character, Shoshanna, a young Jewish pioneer. We didn’t find her to be relatable or likable. The book drowned its own message with too many woke topics like extreme bullying, the injustice of periods, sexism in the family, and mistreated immigrants, none of which were resolved. And, most importantly, there wasn’t any real hope offered, which left both the readers and the protagonist feeling defeated.
Although the author included beautiful descriptions of the North Dakota land surrounding Shoshanna’s home and the title implied that the beauty of midwestern America would become a comfort and resolution to the numerous conflicts the book attempted to juggle, it ultimately resolved none of the conflicts within the work. While the protagonist was upset about how unfair periods are, how her mother never favors her, how hard it is to have a different religion than anyone else, how mean the bullies at school are, how much she misses her home country, how hard it is to live in America, how unfair the government was to the Native American tribe that used to live in their area, and how her brother teases her, the author only resolved the issues between her and her brother. She explained that Shoshanna had merely forgotten how they used to tease each other, and after remembering that he meant no harm when he teased her, she teased him back. After reading this apt resolution, we were hopeful that the other conflicts would be resolved, as well.
Unfortunately, they were not. Instead, the book ends with the protagonist Shoshanna still wondering whether or not she should offer forgiveness to the bully who apologized for mistreating her. Although she decides not to hide her culture and beliefs from her friends, she mainly does this to appease her sister, Libke, and to smooth over the division between them. Meanwhile, her frustration with the partiality her mother supposedly shows to her brother, the anger she feels on behalf of the Lakota people, her discontent with both her old and new home, and her outrage at discovering that only girls have periods, remain unaddressed. The author drops these issues halfway through the book.
Life was hard, and only going to get harder.
Pioneering at that time and place was very difficult, especially for immigrants who would struggle to cross both cultural and linguistic barriers to set up a permanent home in the West. It is important that we tell stories about individuals growing up in unusually hard settings (as this story did). But the reader was never offered the resolution that hope brings. Not only is this unsatisfying, but it is also inaccurate. The pioneer spirit was a very real, powerful thing that transformed the mostly empty wilderness of midwestern America into a prosperous land. Immigrants were especially poignant displays of such spirit and determination. The depressed spirit of Shoshanna, who consistently complains about the difficulties of her old home while also mourning the challenges she faces in America, is in sharp contrast to the unbeatable optimism of those in her generation.
Laura Ingalls, for instance, survived three years of locusts destroying her family’s only income, a difficult winter that starved her village for seven months, and being consistently bullied in her school while keeping a pioneer spirit stronger than ever.
Another example would be the fictional story of Lyddie, who was sold off as a servant to pay her family’s debts. She dreamed of a day when the farm would be paid for, her father would return, and the family could work the farm together. Instead, her family fell apart, her closest friends fell ill, and she lost the only people she could depend on. Yet her final words are filled with hope that she would determine her own destiny and never fear anyone. She would finally be independent, even if it meant letting go of the dreams that she knew now would never come to be.
Western Americans, immigrant or not, were highly adaptable and strong because of it, and the author showed none of this in either her protagonist or the other characters. Instead, it seemed as though it was Shoshanna’s right to complain about the injustices around her and her injured spirit was never addressed as a flaw. Rather, it was referred to as an inevitable result of the difficulties she faced, rather than a hurdle she had to overcome to achieve happiness.
Overall, Shoshanna came off as whiny and unrelatable, giving the reader no reason to stick around for the rest of the story. She complained about the myriad of problems in her life but never got around to actually fixing them. And the one quality that could possibly redeem this book, the themes of hope, love, and a hard-working spirit, was missing too. We need children's stories that remind future generations of the strength, hope, and determination that built this country. Unfortunately, A Sky Full of Song is not one of them.
When I first started thinking about my WIP, Nightmare in Nuremberg, I envisioned it as historical fiction.
After a recent trip to Europe, where centuries of hidden inside churches, city streets, bridges, and town walls, I started imagining something different.
It began like this. I walked by a stone ramp in Belfast, Ireland (not far from where fellow blogger, Valinora Troy lives!) that looked something like this--steps down into the Moselle River in Cochem, Germany.
I started thinking. What would happen if two kids went down a ramp that led them to a mysterious boat that took them back in time?
That's how my idea for writing my story as time travel began.
I had already signed up for the Children's Book Academy course on Graphic Novels. But I knew NOTHING about time travel books. Or fantasy.
Mentor Texts to The Rescue!
by Chris Kientz and Steve Hockensmith. Illustrations and Color by Lee Nielson. Original research byAnthony Bellotti.
Observations:
by Lars Jakobsen (Time travel)
by Matt Phelan (historical fiction plus fantasy)
Congratulations to Antoinette Martin who won Linda Phillips' book, BEHIND THESE HANDS.
Be sure and check out other great middle-grade books on Greg Pattridge's MMGM blog.
It bothers me that he smiles so much,
maybe because it doesn't seem normal;
maybe because I know for sure
if I were in his shoes
my smile would be the first to go. (p.6)
"The Kite" takes off
in the dead silent stillness
of this tiny room
as if the breezes were driving
through these walls,
and I chase it with the melody
that has gelled in my brain
these weeks of practice,
experimentation,
frustration,
doubts,
and now
certainty
and
exhilaration.
I slide on the bench
to the little table,
and begin the task of setting down the notes
that are strung across my brain,
ready to pluck down
like washing on a clothesline. (p. 15)
The suspense is over.
Our house feels like
those pictures you see
after a tornado levels
everything
but the victims are alive,
shuffling around the debris
in a daze.
It's called Batten disease.
.....
and
it's going to get worse. (pp. 31-32)
Batten has rearranged our family
like pieces of familiar furniture
placed awkwardly in a new setting. (p.72)
What does that mean
what she just said?
Carrier?
What does that mean?
I put my head in my hands
seriously feeling faint now,
nauseous,
miles away as if I had just stepped
out
of my own body. (pp 96-97)
I know I'll find a way to help my brothers.
I know that wasting my time feeling sorry for myself
needs to be a feather
not a rock.
I know that celebrating life needs to be a rock
not a feather.
I know it might not be a bad day after all
if I keep this up. (p.199)
We all join in.
Out of the corner of my eye
I see Davy and Trent sitting at the top
of the stairs,
smiling and clapping.
Mom brings them down and we finish the song.
"Are we having a party?"
Davy says.
"Yeah," Trent says, rubbing his eyes,
"How come you didn't invite us?"
All eyes fall on me.
"This is just a preview, guys,
the first of many
and you will be invited
to every single one of them.
I promise." (p. 288-9)
By now you should have received an email from my new website about my review of THE NIGHT WAR by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley. (It'll com...