Two More Goodies

The kids and I finished two fine books this past week: The Lemonade Crime and Captain Nobody.  Both solid reads, I found the latter to be particularly excellent because of its humor and endearing characters.

Newton Newman lives in the shadow of his older brother, Chris, a high school football hero.  When Chris ends up in comma because of a hit during the winning touchdown of the "big game," his brother finds himself face to face with himself: an overlooked, underestimated (darling) boy. 

Together with his loyal friends, J.J. and Cecil, Newt discovers his "inner other": Captain Nobody, a Halloween costume that transforms how he and others view him.  The tale is one that had my entire family chuckling during our long roadtrip to Minnesota.  A person cannot help but root for the underdog, the unnoticed, the proverbial "little guy."  Newt comes to see how valuable he is just being himself.  And isn't that a zinger of a lesson for us all? 

How such excellent books go under the radar like this puzzles me.  I give it five stars.      

A Retry

I started The Hobbit.  It's one I've always meant to read, something I've always felt I should read.  It's a "have to" for any serious literary person.  I even tried once before...in high school...but couldn't get past the first few pages.  So I'm buckling down for a retry.  And honestly, I'm not sure why I waited this long!  It has incredible literary merit.

It's light humor is utterly charming.  The main character, the hobbit Bilbo, is rather preoccupied with his own needs in childish ways in a normally human kind of way. Yet in the midst of the fanciful characters (trolls, elves, goblins, dwarfs)--which are somewhat hard to keep straight--is a powerful allegory of good and evil; the characters are on a quest, fighting strikingly clear evil.  The outlandishness of the characters makes the poignant dichotomy possible.  I look forward to seeing who stumps whom.

On another note, we finished Because of Winn Dixie.  I must say that it is among my favorite young adult books.  I loved the message, the characterization, the humor, the quaintness, the innocent charm, the small personal victories.  I will keep young India Opal in my heart.  

  

Versions

This week, I listened to a friend read The Rough Face Girl to a group of young girls (my daughter included).  This Native American version of Cinderella riveted us all, as it unveiled the story of an Indian girl who is mistreated by her older sisters but, because of her inner beauty, is recognized in a special way by the "Invisible Being."  In many ways, I liked the story better than Cinderella because it made poignantly clear the magnitude of purity of heart--that real beauty manifests itself outwardly in ways more memorable than exterior features.

My friend actually used this story to teach the girls about patience and how they can learn to patiently endure trying or painful experiences that others inflict upon them.  These tender-hearted young girls absorbed the message wholeheartedly, and I, too, better for its influence, left the story deeply moved at the benevolence and awesome reward from the "Invisible Being" who married the rough face girl.  We all vicariously blossomed as a result of this story, this modern fantasy. 

   

Winn Dixie

I love audio books. They allow me to relish in my notorious habit of reading multiple books at one time.  Just in the car yesterday, we "read" the first eight chapters of Because of Winn Dixie and had a marvelous time doing so.  Quite a literary bonding experience can happen, traveling from grocery store to retail store to the gas station with a powerful book playing. 

My daughter and I are particularly struck by the book--its charming portrayal of unconditional love and an endearing hope for good.  Even Joel caught on to its first person narration!  He's right.  Its point-of-view is important.  Hearing a child tell a story cheers my soul, for the reality is laced with sweetness.

I am now looking for a reason to go for a drive!
  

Sympathetic Influences

This morning, the kids played Legos at the kitchen table while I graded papers.  Because of early conferences, they had no school today, so we enjoyed a relaxing day... a day of where they could just be.  Laura suggested they play house with the Legos, and Will happily agreed, breaking out the pieces.  "Let's pretend I live in a dump, and this can be my bed," Laura suggested.  "Okay," agreed Will. "And I'll come visit you there."  Sound familiar?  A modified version of Maniac Magee!  They were acting out what had been on their minds--our story. 

The story has given way to interesting conversations about prejudice and homelessness and illiteracy.  Their innocent curiosity and concern found a new outlet through this story.  I cannot help but reflect upon the power of story.  What I read about, I think about.  I dwell on story nuggets and think about characters' eccentricities and behaviors.  I learn from what others do and say as much from what they avoid and omit. 

Sharing stories with my children is a way they and I develop into more thoughtful and humane people.  Textual encounters are personally shaping experiences possessing sympathetic influences which move us. 

Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa inspires me to be a better person. I have been reading a compilation of her talks to her Sisters: Where There is Love, There is God. What I appreciate most about her spirituality is its emphasis on human dignity. Mother Teresa saw beauty in everyone and served that beauty, that goodness, that Divinity. In a world overly concerned about insignificant, superficial, vain concerns, she radiated hope and love in its fullness--and still does. She had nothing to prove and nothing to lose. Like her, when we live that kind of spiritual poverty, we become rich in what matters most, and others grow rich, as well.

Maniac Magee

Yesterday, I started reading Maniac Magee with my children. I try to read to them everynight and then give them quiet time in their rooms to read on their own. Believe it or not, I have never read this book.

So far, they are hooked. The short, action-packed chapters keep them on the edge of their seats. Smart thinking, Spinelli! This keeps young readers anticipating the next reading session. And I must admit that I like to see progress--even in a book.

So...off to read this evening.