Seven is my favorite number and it's 2017. I pulled the picture books from the NY Times Notable Book list. The other two are my favorite reads of the year
They All Saw A Cat Written and illustrated by Brendan Wenzel (debut book)
The cat walked through the world with its whiskers, ears, and paws . . . and the child saw A CAT, and the dog saw A CAT, and the fox saw A CAT. Yes, they all saw the cat.
I AM PAN! Written and illustrated by Mordicai Gerstein
LONG AGO WHEN THE WORLD WAS JUST A BABY, A FAMILY OF GODS LOVED IN GREECE. THEY LIVED ON MOUNT OLYMPUS ABOVE CLOUDS THAT LOOKED LIKE WHIPPED CREAM. THEY WERE ALL GODS OF ONE THING OR ANOTHER . . .
THE JOURNEY Written and illustrated by Francesca Sanna (debut book?)
I live with my family in a city close to the sea. Every summer we used to spend many weekends at the beach. But we never go there anymore, because last year, our lives changed forever . . .
LEAVE ME ALONE! Written and illustrated by Vera Brosgol.
An Epic
tale about one grandmother, a giant sack of yarn and her quest to finish her
knitting.
There
was once an old lady who lived in a small house.
Once
there was a boy who had to find his home . . . and find another.
Now my
two favorite reads for the year.
The
Seventh Wish by Kate Messner
I’ve
only seen the ice flowers once. It was winter vacation when I was six and Abby
was twelve. She came flying into my bedroom in her green flannel pajamas. “Charlie,
wake up! You have to come see before they are gone.
I read this book because I was
going to be reading it to fifth graders at Leo Politi. I thought it was going
to be about a wishing fish and wishes and best friends and Irish dancing. My kind of a read. Nah! It’s a chocolate
chip cookie of a book that, on page 102 ,turned into a steak dinner. It’s really
brilliant and I cannot recommend it highly enough. But I am so glad I did not
get to page 102 with the fifth graders. I think it should be required reading for middle school.
Full Cicada Moon by Marilyn Hilton.
I wish we had flown to Vermont
instead of riding
on a bus, train, train, bus
all the way from Berkley.
Ten hours would have soared, compared to six days.
But two plane tickets--
one for me and one for Mama--
would have cost a lot of money,
and Papa already spent so much
when he flew home at Thanksgiving.
Mama is sewing buttons on my new slacks
and helping me fill out the forms
for my new school in Hillsborough, our new town.
This might be a new year
but seventh grade is halfway done,
and I'll be the new girl.
I'm stuck at the ethnicity part.
Check only one, it says.
The choices are:
White
Black
Puerto Rican
Portuguese
Hispanic
Oriental
Other
I am
half Mama,
half Papa,
and all me.
Isn't that all anyone needs to know?
But the form says All items must be completed,
so I ask, "Other?"
Mama pushes her brows together,
making what papa calls her Toshirô-Mifune face.
"Check all that apply," she says.
"But it says just one."
"Do you listen to your mother or a piece of paper?"
I wish we had flown to Vermont
instead of riding
on a bus, train, train, bus
all the way from Berkley.
Ten hours would have soared, compared to six days.
But two plane tickets--
one for me and one for Mama--
would have cost a lot of money,
and Papa already spent so much
when he flew home at Thanksgiving.
Mama is sewing buttons on my new slacks
and helping me fill out the forms
for my new school in Hillsborough, our new town.
This might be a new year
but seventh grade is halfway done,
and I'll be the new girl.
I'm stuck at the ethnicity part.
Check only one, it says.
The choices are:
White
Black
Puerto Rican
Portuguese
Hispanic
Oriental
Other
I am
half Mama,
half Papa,
and all me.
Isn't that all anyone needs to know?
But the form says All items must be completed,
so I ask, "Other?"
Mama pushes her brows together,
making what papa calls her Toshirô-Mifune face.
"Check all that apply," she says.
"But it says just one."
"Do you listen to your mother or a piece of paper?"
I do not usually read verse novels. This one captivated me. Written in verse the book tells the story of a half black, half Japanese girl who moved with her family to Vermont to be the new girl halfway through seventh grade. It's 1969 and she dreams of being an astronaut.
I raced through it, loving every sentence.
The what was not said was as important as what was said. Highly recommend.
What is your favorite book from last year? If you have a diversity one, all the better.
I saw a cat. He was lying on the bed, watching me type. I can't work under these conditions.
ReplyDeleteSincerely,
Cat-o-peptic