That was an excessively long title, but I need to catch up a little on these.
I read If I Were in Charge of the World two months ago. It took about an hour. But it was a delightful hour. Kids poetry is so unassuming and I don't really have to guess at the meanings or read between any of the lines. Adult poetry sometimes takes more trouble than its worth - kids poems are like a glass of Sprite. Clean and refreshing and with some bubbles.
Buy a kid you know a copy of this poetry book. Read all the poems together and then write poems. Go. Do it now. You will be surprised at how inspired you are. No seriously, I'll wait.
The reading of Pippi and of this have really reinforced my determination to get at least one or two kids who hate reading to come around to it at some point in the next...ever. I don't know how I'm going to do it - but I'll figure it out. You can't hate reading. You just can't.
Also, in the dropping off of letters that my Mom did, she also left behind some books. Per my request, as I thought that my bookshelves were not looking overstuffed enough. Some of the books she left behind were a sampling of Tamora Pierce offerings. So of course, rather than read something new - I immediately had to read Lioness Rampant and Wild Magic in quick secession.
I cannot remember the last time I read either of these books all the way through so I had some new thoughts on them.
One - Dang. There is a lot of sex. I am all for girls being heroes and getting their swerve on but, Dang. And while I would never call someone who had sex with exactly three people a slut, for some reason when I read this book I am lead to believe that she is a little bit of a ho (fo' sho').
Also this book is for kids - I guess maybe there is the hope that 12 year old girls won't understand what, "sharing a bedroll," means, but kids are way smarter than we give them credit for. Or maybe Ms. Pierce just wants girls to know that its okay to get Biz-ay - as long as you wear a charm around your neck that will keep you from getting from pregnant, because we all know those are 100% affective.
Boyfriend kept trying to read over my shoulder as I was reading so that he could make fun of me (he sneaked a peek at the back cover and was full of judgement). When I refused to let him read it he would invite ridiculous text for the book that was, embarrassingly, not that far off from the actual.
These books are super ridiculous and yet, I love them. I totally dig 'em and I am a big fan of Tamora Pierce as you can tell from this lovely sepia tone photograph.
Fun fact, right before this picture was taken, my good friend McKim was very mad at me because I had just dropped the F-bomb in a children's book store and McKim doesn't really approve of that sort of behavior.