<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:48:33.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AC in the MC...a book blog for all ages</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-8386353261546987254</id><published>2011-05-14T20:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T21:02:36.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on the move!</title><content type='html'>Please join me as I migrate to a new blog host. New address is: www.acinthemc.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-8386353261546987254?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/8386353261546987254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-on-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8386353261546987254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8386353261546987254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-on-move.html' title='I&apos;m on the move!'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-7050451341829204212</id><published>2011-02-21T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:19:40.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three for the Adults</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMk3ckGWAtg/TWKRKzYDNvI/AAAAAAAABK8/SjpYqOvDBvA/s1600/unbearable-lightness-portia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMk3ckGWAtg/TWKRKzYDNvI/AAAAAAAABK8/SjpYqOvDBvA/s200/unbearable-lightness-portia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576178903413896946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unbearable Lightness&lt;/span&gt; by Portia deRossi is a powerful memoir about eating disorders and body image. If you can't hack the whole thing, read the epilogue...especially if you have a daughter (but know boys are also susceptible to anorexia and bulimia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qve7ldM--dc/TWKRK4aF7KI/AAAAAAAABK0/YbRDa49gCqM/s1600/room-by-emma-donoghue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qve7ldM--dc/TWKRK4aF7KI/AAAAAAAABK0/YbRDa49gCqM/s200/room-by-emma-donoghue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576178904764640418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I debated about reading this book for a long time but when it appeared on a number of top ten lists I decided to give it a try. I've read (and liked) other books by Emma Donoghue but none were like this one. Jack and his mom just celebrated his fifth birthday...in the same room they celebrated his previous birthdays, in the same room his mother has been kept since she was abducted when she was nineteen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Room&lt;/span&gt; is told from Jack's perspective. It takes a while to get used to his uneven voice but it's worth sticking with it as his mother's heroic attempts to make life "normal" in an eleven by eleven room are awe-inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-he5Zq26uESM/TWKRKhlapWI/AAAAAAAABKs/HAAWOd_Z5ME/s1600/imperfection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 101px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-he5Zq26uESM/TWKRKhlapWI/AAAAAAAABKs/HAAWOd_Z5ME/s200/imperfection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576178898638120290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though shelved in the self-help section of the book store, psychologist and researcher, Brene Brown would prefer her book,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Gifts of Imperfection&lt;/span&gt; be in the self-fulfillment section (if one existed). Her research on whole-hearted living is wonderful food for thought and her guideposts, gentle reminders that it's not about being perfect but about finding balance (checkout her engaging TED talk &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/brene_brown_on_vulnerability.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-7050451341829204212?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/7050451341829204212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-for-adults.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7050451341829204212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7050451341829204212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2011/02/three-for-adults.html' title='Three for the Adults'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMk3ckGWAtg/TWKRKzYDNvI/AAAAAAAABK8/SjpYqOvDBvA/s72-c/unbearable-lightness-portia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5010081082204698133</id><published>2011-02-21T10:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:20:40.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Handful of Books...plus one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8iNmDkL5og/TWKHP6D1ASI/AAAAAAAABKk/GhYVq-yQZJg/s1600/theotherhalfofmyheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8iNmDkL5og/TWKHP6D1ASI/AAAAAAAABKk/GhYVq-yQZJg/s200/theotherhalfofmyheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576167995991195938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever wondered what it's like to be a twin? Have you ever wondered what it's like to be different? Sundee T. Frazier explores both in her novel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Other Half of My Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Twins Keira and Minni are eleven years old - they are opposite in just about every way, including the color of their skin. Their mom is African American and their dad is white. Keira has her mother's skin color while Minni has her dad's. Minni thinks she knows what it's like to be different but it isn't until a summer vacation with their maternal grandmother preparing for the Miss Black Pearl Pageant  that Minni truly understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDYH7epFa1U/TWKHJ_XH7WI/AAAAAAAABKc/l9hra8Qy0pI/s1600/the-karate-mouse-image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qDYH7epFa1U/TWKHJ_XH7WI/AAAAAAAABKc/l9hra8Qy0pI/s200/the-karate-mouse-image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576167894335090018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Geronimo Stilton, mouse, newspaper editor and in this book, an unwilling student of karate, is a hit with kids. The pages are colorful and engaging, perfect for the eight year old set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0hPPoDzJrU/TWKHJvZe6PI/AAAAAAAABKU/ezSFqigKHY0/s1600/stink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 56px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N0hPPoDzJrU/TWKHJvZe6PI/AAAAAAAABKU/ezSFqigKHY0/s200/stink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576167890050017522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xut53WY6Dhc/TWKHI5qz23I/AAAAAAAABKM/8w0Yw48_SP8/s1600/judy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 56px; height: 75px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xut53WY6Dhc/TWKHI5qz23I/AAAAAAAABKM/8w0Yw48_SP8/s200/judy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576167875627178866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Much to the dismay of the third graders, I had never read a Judy Moody or Stink book. Now I have and I can see why the kids like them. Easy to follow stories of likable kids who make mistakes and then learn a lesson. Good old fashioned fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw7TjzrhzKo/TWKHIuAPZaI/AAAAAAAABKE/tOSqRiRv6yU/s1600/Candymakers-2-thumb%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dw7TjzrhzKo/TWKHIuAPZaI/AAAAAAAABKE/tOSqRiRv6yU/s200/Candymakers-2-thumb%255B1%255D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576167872495838626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Candymakers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Wendy Mass is a delightful read. Four twelve year olds meet up at the Life is Sweet Candy Factory as part of an annual contest. Over the course of a few days they are given all the help necessary to come up with the next great candy and will present it at the annual candy convention along with the 28 other winners. Logan, Miles, Daisy and Phillip are all there for different reasons, all are desperate to win. Each character is given a chance to narrate their story and it is through these various perspectives the parts become the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5-eN7dT5oI/TWKHH3oWhoI/AAAAAAAABJ8/-xAgFB3yRCE/s1600/amuletcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x5-eN7dT5oI/TWKHH3oWhoI/AAAAAAAABJ8/-xAgFB3yRCE/s200/amuletcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576167857900127874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When a book goes through two kids in the same family in one night it's a pretty good sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Stonekeeper (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Amulet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is the first book of Kazu Kibuishi's graphic novel series tells the story of siblings Emily and Navin as they try and save their mom with the help of the magical amulet. While not a big fan of fantasy I do enjoy a well put together graphic novel - this was a perfect combination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5010081082204698133?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5010081082204698133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2011/02/handful-of-booksplus-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5010081082204698133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5010081082204698133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2011/02/handful-of-booksplus-one.html' title='A Handful of Books...plus one'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f8iNmDkL5og/TWKHP6D1ASI/AAAAAAAABKk/GhYVq-yQZJg/s72-c/theotherhalfofmyheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3652221818676663009</id><published>2010-12-31T16:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:13:26.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Picture Books Worth Checking Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times parents will ask us to steer their kids away from the picture book section thinking they are too easy as their child becomes a better reader. As politely as possible I try and let the parents know picture books have the power to spur and engage wonderful conversations. With that in mind I would recommend the following three non-fiction picture books for that very reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5Uo6iOXxI/AAAAAAAABIk/3JlhBLEXcjo/s1600/blackjack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 97px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5Uo6iOXxI/AAAAAAAABIk/3JlhBLEXcjo/s200/blackjack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556972052106075922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Black Jack: The Ballad of Jack Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Charles R. Smith is the biography of boxer Jack Johnson. As an African American in the early 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century he wasn't allowed to fight for the heavy weight title. This is a story that covers courage, desire, prejudice, and the value of hard work and believing in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5UpSAvWdI/AAAAAAAABI0/KdKgSens2GQ/s1600/she_loved_baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5UpSAvWdI/AAAAAAAABI0/KdKgSens2GQ/s200/she_loved_baseball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556972058408081874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;She Loved Baseball: The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Effa&lt;/span&gt; Manley Story by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Audrey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mernick&lt;/span&gt; is another story that explores the role of racism and prejudice in society. Prior to getting involved with baseball, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Effa&lt;/span&gt; Manley was a believer in being heard - no matter how long it took. She organized protests and wrote letters to share her beliefs but it was in the world of baseball that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Effa&lt;/span&gt; made her mark. Manley loved baseball and with her husband owned a Negro League team. She treated her players with respect, making sure their needs were taken care of so they could be successful ball players. When the Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Effa&lt;/span&gt; set out to make sure the Negro League teams were compensated for players &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MLB&lt;/span&gt; drafted. When she realized the Baseball Hall of Fame made no mention of the Negro League, she made herself heard. A great read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5UpHUU2-I/AAAAAAAABIs/OI62hmO9StU/s1600/librarian_on_the_roof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5UpHUU2-I/AAAAAAAABIs/OI62hmO9StU/s200/librarian_on_the_roof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556972055537441762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Librarian on the Roof: A True Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by M.G. King tells the story of a wonderful Texas librarian by the name of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RoseAleta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Laurell&lt;/span&gt;. Determined to update the Dr. Eugene Clark Library in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lockhart&lt;/span&gt;, Texas and create an environment where her patrons, especially children, would want to spend time, she came up with an unusual way to raise the necessary funds. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3652221818676663009?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3652221818676663009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/12/three-picture-books-worth-checking-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3652221818676663009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3652221818676663009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/12/three-picture-books-worth-checking-out.html' title='Three Picture Books Worth Checking Out'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5Uo6iOXxI/AAAAAAAABIk/3JlhBLEXcjo/s72-c/blackjack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-891600366946786351</id><published>2010-12-31T16:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:48:19.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three More (it's been a good week)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5OVOx2faI/AAAAAAAABIE/L1D-s-xULB8/s1600/jake-audrey-couloumbis-book-cover-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5OVOx2faI/AAAAAAAABIE/L1D-s-xULB8/s200/jake-audrey-couloumbis-book-cover-art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556965116873178530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5OVfc4YlI/AAAAAAAABIM/MRMwMYPBzn8/s1600/chasing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5OVfc4YlI/AAAAAAAABIM/MRMwMYPBzn8/s200/chasing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556965121348624978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5PAEVkknI/AAAAAAAABIc/cDjd41BJHgE/s1600/sophiesimon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5PAEVkknI/AAAAAAAABIc/cDjd41BJHgE/s200/sophiesimon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556965852804584050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5OVfc4YlI/AAAAAAAABIM/MRMwMYPBzn8/s1600/chasing1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Justly or unjustly I often judge a book on whether or not I would like to be friends with the characters. Are they likable? Interesting? Can they laugh at themselves? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Audrey Couloumbs is a simple Christmas story of family, immediate and extended. Jake himself is delightful as are all of the characters you meet. I would definitely hang out with Jake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chasing Vermeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Blue Balliett is an engaging mystery that's been around for a while (in fact, there are a couple of follow-ups). Sixth graders Calder and Petra are deep thinkers who find themselves in the midst of an art heist. They too are likable. I could see myself helping them solve future mysteries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sophie Simon Solves Them All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Lisa Graff stars - Sophie Simon, a brilliant third grade loner who has no interest in making friends. She is at first glance, not particularly likable. But thanks to classmates who you would want to be friends with, who take the time to find the likable in Sophie, I changed my mind as the story finished up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-891600366946786351?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/891600366946786351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/12/three-more-its-been-good-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/891600366946786351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/891600366946786351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/12/three-more-its-been-good-week.html' title='Three More (it&apos;s been a good week)'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TR5OVOx2faI/AAAAAAAABIE/L1D-s-xULB8/s72-c/jake-audrey-couloumbis-book-cover-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4170409853001508413</id><published>2010-12-27T20:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:38:52.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And for the Adults....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRk-2Y0xvAI/AAAAAAAABHk/5YEvE65QUcw/s1600/running-the-books1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRk-2Y0xvAI/AAAAAAAABHk/5YEvE65QUcw/s200/running-the-books1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555540719435889666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Running the Books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Steinberg&lt;/span&gt; is a fascinating look at his life as a prison librarian. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Steinberg&lt;/span&gt; tells engaging stories about the prisoners he works with - it's hard not to root for both the librarian and those incarcerated. That said, it's real life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Steinberg&lt;/span&gt; discovers early on that life is complicated when one works in a prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRk-2PK7i7I/AAAAAAAABHc/GZD3tZmf_0U/s1600/rescue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRk-2PK7i7I/AAAAAAAABHc/GZD3tZmf_0U/s200/rescue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555540716844452786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anita &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shreve&lt;/span&gt; has become one of my go to authors when I want to escape - she weaves a good story but doesn't tax your brain. Her latest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rescue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, tells the story of a 21 year old paramedic who falls in love with someone he rescues. Sheila is far from perfect but Watson, as the EMT is known, can't help but think there's more to her than the drinking. And there is, but it takes 15 years and raising their daughter alone for him to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRk-1lBLzZI/AAAAAAAABHU/xkKtMwH7lYw/s1600/littlebee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRk-1lBLzZI/AAAAAAAABHU/xkKtMwH7lYw/s200/littlebee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555540705529286034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Little Bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Chris Cleave seems to be big amongst the book club crowd. I spent most of the book yelling at Sarah and Lawrence. I will say, I appreciated the author's note at the end of the book, "Researching Little Bee made me grateful for the most basic gifts like safety and peace and the simple right to work." But my goodness, could he have not made the characters a bit more likable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4170409853001508413?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4170409853001508413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-for-adults.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4170409853001508413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4170409853001508413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-for-adults.html' title='And for the Adults....'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRk-2Y0xvAI/AAAAAAAABHk/5YEvE65QUcw/s72-c/running-the-books1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5860253566522517495</id><published>2010-12-27T18:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:18:29.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Reads for Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRkdyoocmII/AAAAAAAABG8/WBbaxHHt02c/s1600/lawn%2Bboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRkdyoocmII/AAAAAAAABG8/WBbaxHHt02c/s200/lawn%2Bboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555504371075946626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've read three books for kids recently that I have thoroughly enjoyed. Gary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paulsen's&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lawn Boy &lt;/span&gt;was delightful - what's not to like when a 12 year old boy, looking to make a bit of money to repair his bicycle tire, ends up running his own, very successful business. Throw in a crazy grandmother, a hippie stockbroker and a fighter name Johnny Pow and you've got yourself a good story (in less than a 100 pages for the reluctant readers out there). Having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRkdzuls_lI/AAAAAAAABHM/zxEgwu8py7E/s1600/smallLawn%2BBoy%2BReturns%2BCover%2BImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRkdzuls_lI/AAAAAAAABHM/zxEgwu8py7E/s200/smallLawn%2BBoy%2BReturns%2BCover%2BImage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555504389854920274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just discovered Lawn Boy I was happy to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lawn Boy Returns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arrive with our latest shipment of books. It is equally good - all of the same characters plus some good old fashioned bad guys. Pure fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRkdzelPYqI/AAAAAAAABHE/h1_VneWUxzs/s1600/KnotsinMyYoYoString.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRkdzelPYqI/AAAAAAAABHE/h1_VneWUxzs/s200/KnotsinMyYoYoString.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555504385558012578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also picked up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Knots in My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YoYo&lt;/span&gt; String&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Spinelli's&lt;/span&gt; memoir of growing up in Pennsylvania. His language is simple while his descriptions place you right in the middle of his neighborhood. Good stuff from the author of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maniac &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Magee&lt;/span&gt;, Loser, Star Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and a handful more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5860253566522517495?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5860253566522517495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-reads-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5860253566522517495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5860253566522517495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/12/good-reads-for-kids.html' title='Good Reads for Kids'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TRkdyoocmII/AAAAAAAABG8/WBbaxHHt02c/s72-c/lawn%2Bboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4173199296995785948</id><published>2010-11-29T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:08:56.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bink and Gollie - Kate DiCamillo does it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPRAemt6OMI/AAAAAAAABGw/LCC0_pBGIVw/s1600/bink%2527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPRAemt6OMI/AAAAAAAABGw/LCC0_pBGIVw/s200/bink%2527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545127935733283010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is it a fiction book? Is it an everybody book? I'm not sure where it will end up in our library but what I do know is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bink and Gollie&lt;/span&gt; is good fun. It's rich in vocabulary while celebrating the joy of friendship and the importance of respect and compromise. The illustrations are plentiful and expressive. Just about a perfect book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4173199296995785948?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4173199296995785948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/11/bink-and-gollie-kate-dicamillo-does-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4173199296995785948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4173199296995785948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/11/bink-and-gollie-kate-dicamillo-does-it.html' title='Bink and Gollie - Kate DiCamillo does it again!'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPRAemt6OMI/AAAAAAAABGw/LCC0_pBGIVw/s72-c/bink%2527.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2998248844713477114</id><published>2010-11-28T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T21:15:40.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Case School, Drool, and Other Disasters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPMMr-SECLI/AAAAAAAABGg/ohLwCP97QCM/s1600/justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPMMr-SECLI/AAAAAAAABGg/ohLwCP97QCM/s200/justin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544789515815880882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Justin Case&lt;/span&gt;, Rachel Vail has created a thoroughly engaging character who struggles with being a son, big brother and third grader. Told in daily diary entries from just before the first day of school in September to the end of June, the reader rides the roller coaster of being eight. Vail does a great job capturing the angst and awkwardness of third grade with just the right amount of humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2998248844713477114?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2998248844713477114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/11/justin-case-school-drool-and-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2998248844713477114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2998248844713477114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/11/justin-case-school-drool-and-other.html' title='Justin Case School, Drool, and Other Disasters'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPMMr-SECLI/AAAAAAAABGg/ohLwCP97QCM/s72-c/justin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2040744923303929709</id><published>2010-11-28T17:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:05:27.307-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for the Adults</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPLcnAot_uI/AAAAAAAABGQ/L5bYDRJtK4w/s1600/letstake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPLcnAot_uI/AAAAAAAABGQ/L5bYDRJtK4w/s200/letstake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544736653990297314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Let's Take the Long Way Home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Gail Caldwell is an incredibly touching memoir of her friendship with author Caroline Knapp (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Drinking: A Love Story, Pack of Two).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Knapp died of cancer at age 42 and Caldwell has honored their relationship with sensitivity, grace and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPLfu8iCfKI/AAAAAAAABGY/0IIuYlgkNPc/s1600/200px-A_Scattered_Life_Cover.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 113px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPLfu8iCfKI/AAAAAAAABGY/0IIuYlgkNPc/s200/200px-A_Scattered_Life_Cover.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544740088862375074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A Scattered Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;, Karen McQuestion's debut novel, grabbed me from the first page. Interesting  and complex female characters, all flawed and yet you root for each of them to find peace. I saw a train wreck coming and couldn't wait to see how McQuestion untangled things. But to be honest, I was disappointed. I had invested myself in the book and the characters and felt the author knew she had come to the end but wasn't quite sure how to do it. Will this keep me from reading another book by McQuestion? Probably not - she has character development down. Hopefully, the rest will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2040744923303929709?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2040744923303929709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/11/two-for-adults.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2040744923303929709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2040744923303929709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/11/two-for-adults.html' title='Two for the Adults'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPLcnAot_uI/AAAAAAAABGQ/L5bYDRJtK4w/s72-c/letstake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-1110559647135889222</id><published>2010-11-26T12:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T14:13:06.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, Books, Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's taken me two months to get back to the blog but I'm excited about some of the books I've read recently. It's heavy on the kid stuff for now but adult reviews will follow in the next day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADlSge5DI/AAAAAAAABF4/wKZl2GBqq5w/s1600/island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 123px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADlSge5DI/AAAAAAAABF4/wKZl2GBqq5w/s200/island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543935080451204146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Island of the Blue Dolphins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Scott O'Dell was written fifty years ago. I'm sure I read it when I was in elementary school but decided to revisit it for old times sake and I'm glad I did. It is as much a story of survival as it is a story of a girl coming into her own on her own. The details of how Karana, who is stranded on an island off of the California coast deals with being alone for eighteen years (foraging, hunting, etc) can be a bit monotonous but my goodness it is an empowering story based in history. Well worth a read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADl6aNklI/AAAAAAAABGI/m7jVp8vrUw4/s1600/the-mysterious-benedict-society.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADl6aNklI/AAAAAAAABGI/m7jVp8vrUw4/s200/the-mysterious-benedict-society.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543935091162321490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally spent some quality time with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Mysterious Benedict Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Trenton Lee Stewart. My nephew mentioned it first and then 5th grader Ava told me in no uncertain terms I needed to read it. I'm glad I did. Thrown together by circumstance (all are orphans of various ages who are gifted), the four members of The Mysterious Benedict Society learn the value of thinking differently, listening well and working together. It is because of their willingness to accept their fate they agree to work with Mr. Benedict to help save the world. Plenty of twists and turns await the reader. Don't be put off by the number of pages - it's worth the investment of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADeS8jgsI/AAAAAAAABFw/dv0D9E37-l4/s1600/GrimmGidwitz-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 93px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADeS8jgsI/AAAAAAAABFw/dv0D9E37-l4/s200/GrimmGidwitz-300x300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543934960309863106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When a student says, "Ms. Coupe, you have to read this book. I've read it 14 times and I never get tired of the children's heads being cut off," what choice does one have? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A Tale Dark and Grimm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Adam Gidwitz is quite simply, a great read. Mr. Gidwitz takes Hansel and Gretel on a tour of seven other Grimm fairly tales and weaves a story that is so thoroughly engaging you lose sight of the horror (despite the author's numerous warnings). Really good stuff - no wonder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A Tale Dark and Grimm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is on a number of "best of" lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADlu6BnlI/AAAAAAAABGA/UG1hycYyaBI/s1600/ratfink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADlu6BnlI/AAAAAAAABGA/UG1hycYyaBI/s200/ratfink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543935088074530386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ratfink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Marcia Thorton Jones is a story of Logan, misunderstood fifth grader. He sets out to be a different kid when school starts but his reputation precedes him and he is never given the benefit of the doubt, even by his parents. Throw in an aging grandfather who has moved in with Logan and his folks, a new girl who acclimates very quickly and has some bullying tendencies and you have a book that you want to both yell at and embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADePj3LfI/AAAAAAAABFo/1LgSJMoUEEM/s1600/foxstreet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 105px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADePj3LfI/AAAAAAAABFo/1LgSJMoUEEM/s200/foxstreet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543934959400988146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tricia Springstudd has written a delightful book about community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;What Happened on Fox Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; chronicles the ups and downs of 11 year old Mo Wren. Her mom has died and her father works long hours to support Mo and her little sister. Fox Street might not have any foxes but it does have the woods where Mo often escapes and every summer, Mo's best friend, Mercedes, visits her grandmother, a long time resident of Fox Street. Fox Street is also a treasure chest of memories from when Mo's mom was alive so when things start to shift in the neighborhood, Mo struggles to keep her balance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Fox Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is a story about love and change and acceptance. Hard stuff for a lot of people but Ms. Springstudd handles the story with grace and kindness. (As an aside, Ms. Springstudd was college roommates with Mrs. Serellier, our ESL teacher here at North Mianus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADBFFhjOI/AAAAAAAABFg/eOKb_0QbEqo/s1600/because%2Bof%2Bmr"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADBFFhjOI/AAAAAAAABFg/eOKb_0QbEqo/s200/because%2Bof%2Bmr" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543934458373180642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The same student who recommended &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;A Tale Dark and Grimm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; stopped by the Media Center on Wednesday and said, "Ms. Coupe, I read this book last night. It's from Perrot and I have it for two weeks. I think you should bring it home and read it." So I did. And I enjoyed it immensely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Because of Mr. Terupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Rob Buyea chronicles a teacher's first year from the perspective of seven students: the class clown, the genius, the bully, the angry one, the fat girl, the "bad influence" girl, and the new girl. Told with sensitivity, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mr. Terupt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is a story of mistakes (by both students and teacher) and forgiveness; acceptance and understanding. As an added bonus - one of the math challenges Mr. Terupt has the kids do in the book is one my dad used to love. Nothing better than the dollar word game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-1110559647135889222?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/1110559647135889222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/11/books-books-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1110559647135889222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1110559647135889222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/11/books-books-books.html' title='Books, Books, Books'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TPADlSge5DI/AAAAAAAABF4/wKZl2GBqq5w/s72-c/island.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-8780254749694875548</id><published>2010-09-26T10:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:47:11.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three books for a Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I knew I hadn't posted in a while (the whole neck thing has definitely slowed me down) but didn't realize it's been as long as it has. That's not to say I haven't been reading, I have. Just not as much as usual. Here are three books I've made my way through recently...with more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TJ9piZhbqwI/AAAAAAAABE4/CqOTXXo9vfk/s1600/mentor_330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TJ9piZhbqwI/AAAAAAAABE4/CqOTXXo9vfk/s200/mentor_330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521247707867097858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mentor A Memoir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Tom Grimes is the third best book I've read about the writing process (Stephen King's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;On Writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and Ann LaMott's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bird by Bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; are a bit better, in my opinion). In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mentor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,  Grimes chronicles his friendship with writer Frank Conroy, his personal struggles as a writer and his battle with anxiety. It is an incredibly honest book and Grimes chooses each word carefully (as Conroy taught him). I found it dragging a bit toward the end. And slightly depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TJ9pirhM7GI/AAAAAAAABFA/58FXuYcl9nU/s1600/dirty-sexy-politics-meghan-mccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TJ9pirhM7GI/AAAAAAAABFA/58FXuYcl9nU/s200/dirty-sexy-politics-meghan-mccain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521247712697969762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Dirty Sexy Politics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Meghan McCain was an interesting read. John McCain's daughter, a graduate of Columbia University, is no dope. She speaks frankly about her experiences on the campaign trail, how she was treated and how the republican party needs desperately to change in order to be more appealing to her generation. It is a memoir as much as it is a plea for tolerance and acceptance - two things republicans, as a whole, aren't particularly good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TJ9pi8qgMtI/AAAAAAAABFI/xUsWcOOe9fk/s1600/1282594217-mockingjay_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TJ9pi8qgMtI/AAAAAAAABFI/xUsWcOOe9fk/s200/1282594217-mockingjay_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521247717300384466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mockingjay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Suzanne Collins, the third and final book in The Hunger Games Trilogy, was as head shaking as the first two. I will not attempt to recap the story as I cannot do it justice. To say it is about survival of the fittest isn't fair. Collins has weaved intricate and dynamic relationships in a world where fear is foremost in everyone's mind. Unlike &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gregor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; which is a great elementary series, Hunger Games is most definitely a middle school and beyond book (I heard about the series from an adult who said, "It's the best worst book I've ever read,").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-8780254749694875548?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/8780254749694875548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-books-for-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8780254749694875548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8780254749694875548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/09/three-books-for-sunday.html' title='Three books for a Sunday'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TJ9piZhbqwI/AAAAAAAABE4/CqOTXXo9vfk/s72-c/mentor_330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2724875147639977490</id><published>2010-08-12T19:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:59:46.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerless by Matthew Cody</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TGSKjG-bhUI/AAAAAAAABCY/NrIJFOFUIXI/s1600/powerless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TGSKjG-bhUI/AAAAAAAABCY/NrIJFOFUIXI/s200/powerless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504676980326106434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When Mrs. Jarombek visited in May to share some of her favorite books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Powerless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; was among them. I was sitting in the back when she picked it up and Ian, now in sixth grade, said under his breath, "Great book." And they were right. I loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Powerless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. It is a book that explores so many things - friendship, good vs. evil, what it means to be a hero (and do you have to have a super power to be a hero). The characters are well developed as is the story. And the best part? I just checked Matthew Cody's website - he's working on a sequel. This is a book best read by mature fourth and fifth graders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2724875147639977490?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2724875147639977490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/powerless-by-matthew-cody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2724875147639977490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2724875147639977490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/powerless-by-matthew-cody.html' title='Powerless by Matthew Cody'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TGSKjG-bhUI/AAAAAAAABCY/NrIJFOFUIXI/s72-c/powerless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3080868152420895115</id><published>2010-08-12T19:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T19:47:30.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladder of Years...Ann Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TGSH3jFlRiI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FVqkrGnugd4/s1600/Ladder+of+years+Tyler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TGSH3jFlRiI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FVqkrGnugd4/s200/Ladder+of+years+Tyler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504674032934798882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I talk a lot about having a balanced book diet with the kids. And I since I try and practice what I preach I picked up Ann Tyler. I figured she would be my protein, my main course. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ladder of Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is written beautifully but you know what, sometimes the main course looks pretty but doesn't have any taste. I am perhaps being a bit harsh but this is a book I became frustrated with early on and the only reason I stuck with it is because I wanted to see if Delia decided to return home after abandoning her family (on a whim, I might add). I imagine there are people who read this book and say of course that's how Tyler had to end the story. I am not one of them. Which means - if you choose to read the book we may have plenty to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3080868152420895115?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3080868152420895115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/ladder-of-yearsann-tyler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3080868152420895115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3080868152420895115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/ladder-of-yearsann-tyler.html' title='Ladder of Years...Ann Tyler'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TGSH3jFlRiI/AAAAAAAABCQ/FVqkrGnugd4/s72-c/Ladder+of+years+Tyler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4770355547389217392</id><published>2010-08-06T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:27:08.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Catch A Life in Teaching...Penny Kittle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFyaCNO3a5I/AAAAAAAABCA/8tjQ5CzT6zc/s1600/0325007101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFyaCNO3a5I/AAAAAAAABCA/8tjQ5CzT6zc/s200/0325007101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502442207442332562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow. Penny Kittle is thoughtful, kind, and incredibly observant. She is the kind of teacher I wish to be. There is so much food for thought in this little book - about teaching, about writing, about living. A gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4770355547389217392?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4770355547389217392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/greatest-catch-life-in-teachingpenny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4770355547389217392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4770355547389217392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/greatest-catch-life-in-teachingpenny.html' title='The Greatest Catch A Life in Teaching...Penny Kittle'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFyaCNO3a5I/AAAAAAAABCA/8tjQ5CzT6zc/s72-c/0325007101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5333312196536583925</id><published>2010-08-02T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T18:22:35.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of the Howling Dogs by Graham Salisbury</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFdE668IM1I/AAAAAAAABAw/RVhe7W_UOBI/s1600/Night+of+the+Howling+Dogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFdE668IM1I/AAAAAAAABAw/RVhe7W_UOBI/s200/Night+of+the+Howling+Dogs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500941248900903762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the last of the Nutmeg nominees and it's an adventure story not to be missed. Senior patrol leader of his Hilo, Hawaii, scout troop, eighth-grader  Dylan looks forward to camping on the coast in the shadow of a volcano despite the presence of Louie, the troop bully. The hike down to the volcano is tougher than expected and then the troop is hit with not just an earthquake but a tsunami as well. It is amidst disaster that both Dylan and Louie have to let go of preconceived notions and rely on one another to help save their friends. Based on a true story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5333312196536583925?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5333312196536583925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/night-of-howling-dogs-by-graham.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5333312196536583925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5333312196536583925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/night-of-howling-dogs-by-graham.html' title='Night of the Howling Dogs by Graham Salisbury'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFdE668IM1I/AAAAAAAABAw/RVhe7W_UOBI/s72-c/Night+of+the+Howling+Dogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-8333607250600807960</id><published>2010-08-02T17:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T18:10:44.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Old Cape Magic by Richard Russo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFdB-H-5bVI/AAAAAAAABAo/-NVbCn7wKJw/s1600/magic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFdB-H-5bVI/AAAAAAAABAo/-NVbCn7wKJw/s200/magic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500938005406903634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finished this book a week ago and I still can't decide whether or not I liked it. As the readers of this blog know, I am big into whether or not I can relate and/or root for a character. Split into two parts and filled with flashbacks, Richard Russo creates characters that are memorable; likable I'm not so sure. Jack Griffin returns to the Cape for a wedding. His father's ashes are in the trunk and his mother (long divorced from his father) constantly on his cell phone. The Cape is a place they vacationed as a family, memories plentiful. But his parents were bitter academics and Jack discovers maybe he's more like them than he would like. Over the course of that first weekend he explores his relationships not only with his parents but his wife and daughter, too. Fast forward one year, his daughter is getting married in Maine and life is far more complicated than it should be. There are laugh out loud scenes and Russo gives you plenty to think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-8333607250600807960?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/8333607250600807960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-old-cape-magic-by-richard-russo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8333607250600807960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8333607250600807960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-old-cape-magic-by-richard-russo.html' title='That Old Cape Magic by Richard Russo'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFdB-H-5bVI/AAAAAAAABAo/-NVbCn7wKJw/s72-c/magic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-1359849603646039846</id><published>2010-08-01T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:04:22.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Run by Roland Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFXSxpkWKSI/AAAAAAAABAg/4SGU6tTRIKo/s1600/elephant.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFXSxpkWKSI/AAAAAAAABAg/4SGU6tTRIKo/s200/elephant.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500534270316652834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;One of the good things about the Nutmeg Award is I end up reading books I wouldn't normally pick up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Elephant Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  by Roland Smith is a perfect example. Set during World War II, it tells  the story of Nick Freestone, a young man who is sent to Burma to live  with his father on a teak plantation. What his mother didn't know when  she rushed to get Nick out of England and away from nightly bombings was  that the Japanese were on the verge of taking Burma over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Elephant Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  looks at WW II from an angle I was unaware of. There are people who are  incredibly cruel and there are people who are true heroes. When you  finish the book, walk away with the heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-1359849603646039846?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/1359849603646039846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/elephant-run-by-roland-smith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1359849603646039846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1359849603646039846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/08/elephant-run-by-roland-smith.html' title='Elephant Run by Roland Smith'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFXSxpkWKSI/AAAAAAAABAg/4SGU6tTRIKo/s72-c/elephant.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3365305361304266383</id><published>2010-07-28T21:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:56:56.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soft Place to Land by Susan Rebecca White</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFDfj2aK9SI/AAAAAAAABAY/jAh0EPV_624/s1600/softplace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFDfj2aK9SI/AAAAAAAABAY/jAh0EPV_624/s200/softplace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499140952013075746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Recommended by my niece, ASPTL celebrates the joys and frustrations of being a sister. As is often the case when I read a book, I look for someone to root for. I'm still thinking about it. The story is complex (partly inspired by Sully's dramatic Hudson River landing of a plane) and the characters are flawed but ultimately, they do the best with what they have. Is that good enough for the reader? It was for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3365305361304266383?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3365305361304266383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/soft-place-to-land-by-susan-rebecca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3365305361304266383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3365305361304266383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/soft-place-to-land-by-susan-rebecca.html' title='A Soft Place to Land by Susan Rebecca White'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFDfj2aK9SI/AAAAAAAABAY/jAh0EPV_624/s72-c/softplace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3929415352535532072</id><published>2010-07-28T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:49:17.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mockingbird by Kathryn Erskine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFDWM6jKDkI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qMYDPApPdoM/s1600/mockingbird_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFDWM6jKDkI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qMYDPApPdoM/s200/mockingbird_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499130662382865986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Eleven  year old Caitlin and her father are suffering from a tremendous loss -  their brother and son has been killed by an another angry student at his  middle school. At first glance you might ask if this is appropriate for  elementary school - if you have a mature fifth grader the answer is  yes. This is about so much more than a senseless shooting. Caitlin has Asperger's  syndrome and her brother Devon interpreted the world for her. As she  faces the biggest obstacle of her life she's relying on the school  counselor and friends who don't quite get her. Erskine does a masterful  job celebrating friendship, forgiveness, and empathy. Join Caitlin as  she searches for closure - you won't be disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3929415352535532072?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3929415352535532072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/mockingbird-by-kathryn-erskine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3929415352535532072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3929415352535532072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/mockingbird-by-kathryn-erskine.html' title='Mockingbird by Kathryn Erskine'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TFDWM6jKDkI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qMYDPApPdoM/s72-c/mockingbird_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2634763598904811931</id><published>2010-07-26T13:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:30:20.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Thunder by Avi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TE3F_MwaG7I/AAAAAAAABAA/jeJ6WXmZ-m4/s1600/iron.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 165px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TE3F_MwaG7I/AAAAAAAABAA/jeJ6WXmZ-m4/s200/iron.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498268409635937202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Another Nutmeg nominee, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iron Thunder&lt;/span&gt; is a historical fiction novel based on the battle between the Monitor and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Merrimac&lt;/span&gt;. . Tom Carroll is but 13 years old in 1862 when his mother asks him to find a job to help put food on the table. And what a job he finds - errand boy for Captain John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ericsson&lt;/span&gt; - inventor of the first ironclad ship. Will something made of iron float? Will it be capable of fighting of the rebel "sea monster," known as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Merrimac&lt;/span&gt;. Plenty of action including Tom being wooed by a rebel spy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2634763598904811931?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2634763598904811931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/iron-thunder-by-avi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2634763598904811931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2634763598904811931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/iron-thunder-by-avi.html' title='Iron Thunder by Avi'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TE3F_MwaG7I/AAAAAAAABAA/jeJ6WXmZ-m4/s72-c/iron.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5921297206077525210</id><published>2010-07-26T13:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T13:14:29.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seaglass Summer by Anjali Banerjee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TE3B1abvjNI/AAAAAAAAA_4/KUflL5fQbnQ/s1600/seaglass.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TE3B1abvjNI/AAAAAAAAA_4/KUflL5fQbnQ/s200/seaglass.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498263843462155474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poppy has the summer of her life planned - while her parents fly off to India to visit relatives, Poppy has convinced her uncle to let her stay with him on on island off the coast of Washington state where he is a vet. Poppy wants one thing in life -  to be a vet like her uncle. Interestingly she's never had an animal as her mother is allergic. There are plenty of lessons to be learned - both from humans and animals alike. Join Poppy, Uncle Sanjay, Hawk, Duff, Mr. Pincus and a whole host of other characters as she learns the ins and outs of island living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5921297206077525210?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5921297206077525210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/seaglass-summer-by-anjali-banerjee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5921297206077525210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5921297206077525210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/seaglass-summer-by-anjali-banerjee.html' title='Seaglass Summer by Anjali Banerjee'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TE3B1abvjNI/AAAAAAAAA_4/KUflL5fQbnQ/s72-c/seaglass.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5710096048059956244</id><published>2010-07-22T09:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:43:46.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle in Paradise by Jennifer Holm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEhA8fi3ucI/AAAAAAAAA_w/9_wpci6w1eU/s1600/turtle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEhA8fi3ucI/AAAAAAAAA_w/9_wpci6w1eU/s200/turtle.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496714753209776578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Jennifer Holm, author of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby Mouse&lt;/span&gt;  graphic novels has written an engaging story about Turtle - a young  girl trying to find her place in the world. It's the 1930s, money is  scarce and when her mother takes a job working for a woman who doesn't  like kids, Turtle is shipped off to Key West, Florida to live with an  aunt. Turtle is a resourceful girl (you have to be when you're  constantly battling with a cousin named Beans) and gets a big old  helping of family history as summer passes. And oh yes - there's a  treasure map.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5710096048059956244?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5710096048059956244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/turtle-in-paradise-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5710096048059956244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5710096048059956244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/turtle-in-paradise-by.html' title='Turtle in Paradise by Jennifer Holm'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEhA8fi3ucI/AAAAAAAAA_w/9_wpci6w1eU/s72-c/turtle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-7188791571256585153</id><published>2010-07-22T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:49:41.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes From the Dog...Gary Paulsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEg-CCXU9hI/AAAAAAAAA_o/V5pSUKQftwM/s1600/notes.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEg-CCXU9hI/AAAAAAAAA_o/V5pSUKQftwM/s200/notes.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496711549921064466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gary  Paulsen does a lovely job telling the story of Finn, an awkward  fourteen year old boy who doesn't have a lot of friends and is reluctant  to take a risk making one (or two). Enter Johanna, a graduate student  who is house sitting next door. It turns out Johanna has a lot on her  plate - she has cancer, just broke up with her boyfriend and is training  for a triathlon. Somehow she convinces Finn to plant her a garden. Read  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;Notes From the Dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt; to find out if friendship blooms. (For fifth grade and up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-7188791571256585153?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/7188791571256585153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/notes-from-doggary-paulsen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7188791571256585153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7188791571256585153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/notes-from-doggary-paulsen.html' title='Notes From the Dog...Gary Paulsen'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEg-CCXU9hI/AAAAAAAAA_o/V5pSUKQftwM/s72-c/notes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-6256657082606803273</id><published>2010-07-22T08:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:35:59.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For You Mom, Finally by Ruth Reichl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEg63HKwWQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/BMNCNT9XsvQ/s1600/For+You+Mom,+Finally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEg63HKwWQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/BMNCNT9XsvQ/s200/For+You+Mom,+Finally.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496708063697066242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have read most if not all of Reichl's memoirs - she is a wonderful storyteller and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;For You Mom, Finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is no different. Unfortunately, it's only upon deep reflection we can truly understand the lessons of our mothers - especially mothers who grew up in 1940s and 50s; women who didn't have the opportunities women today do and wanted desperately to make sure their daughters did (whether they made it explicit it or not). Reichl uses a box of old notes and letters to help tell her mother's story - she is gentle and forgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;For You Mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is beautifully written. (As an aside, my favorite Reichl book is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Garlic and Sapphires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; about her time as the restaurant critic for the New York Times. Amazing stories.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-6256657082606803273?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/6256657082606803273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-you-mom-finally-by-ruth-reichl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6256657082606803273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6256657082606803273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-you-mom-finally-by-ruth-reichl.html' title='For You Mom, Finally by Ruth Reichl'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEg63HKwWQI/AAAAAAAAA_g/BMNCNT9XsvQ/s72-c/For+You+Mom,+Finally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-1047964446845192163</id><published>2010-07-17T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:37:01.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven by Patricia Reilly Giff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEJaTBTW5hI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2xxi5e6ZxDY/s1600/eleven-patricia-reilly-giff-paperback-cover-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 174px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEJaTBTW5hI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2xxi5e6ZxDY/s200/eleven-patricia-reilly-giff-paperback-cover-art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495053778159068690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Slowly but surely I'm working my way  through the Nutmeg nominees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; by Patricia  Reilly Giff isn't a book I would have normally picked up but am glad I  did. Part mystery, part human interest story, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Eleven&lt;/span&gt; tells the story of Sam, an eleven year old boy who  discovers some unsettling news about his past. Not a great reader, he  reaches out to the new kid - Caroline, for help putting the pieces of  his life into a coherent story. It is a story about friendship, about  family, about unconditional love - well worth a read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-1047964446845192163?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/1047964446845192163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/eleven-by-patricia-reilly-giff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1047964446845192163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1047964446845192163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/eleven-by-patricia-reilly-giff.html' title='Eleven by Patricia Reilly Giff'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEJaTBTW5hI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2xxi5e6ZxDY/s72-c/eleven-patricia-reilly-giff-paperback-cover-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5349666943969893930</id><published>2010-07-17T17:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T17:50:39.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Rules...Michael Pollan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEIlYeTSh0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Bfcl8IU7zWs/s1600/food-rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEIlYeTSh0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Bfcl8IU7zWs/s200/food-rules.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494995597726484290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fascinating food for thought (that is too obvious a pun to pass by)...a lot of it makes sense, some of it isn't any fun....and while I don't abide by them all the rules, I do occasionally glance at the book and wonder how I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5349666943969893930?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5349666943969893930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/food-rulesmichael-pollan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5349666943969893930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5349666943969893930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/food-rulesmichael-pollan.html' title='Food Rules...Michael Pollan'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEIlYeTSh0I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/Bfcl8IU7zWs/s72-c/food-rules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-6358994493929575323</id><published>2010-07-16T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:21:59.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip It! The World According to Maggie Griffin...for adults</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEB47Wlf8-I/AAAAAAAAA_A/Ayp4ro-_Jv0/s1600/mbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEB47Wlf8-I/AAAAAAAAA_A/Ayp4ro-_Jv0/s200/mbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494524506462483426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For those who know me, they know I watch Kathy Griffin religiously - I admire her willingness to take on issues (Don't Ask Don't Tell) and her ability to see the absurd in everyday life. Oh sure, I spend some time asking myself, "Did she just say that?" but all in all it's good fun. I read her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Official Book Club Selection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; last year and was pleasantly surprised to see her mom's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tip It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;! at Barnes and Noble the other day. Maggie Griffin is a saint - not because she puts up with her daughter but because she understands and accepts Kathy for who she is. The respect these two have for each other is wonderful. And it seems they follow a simple rule - don't take life too seriously and when life gets you down  - tip it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-6358994493929575323?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/6358994493929575323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/tip-it-world-according-to-maggie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6358994493929575323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6358994493929575323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/tip-it-world-according-to-maggie.html' title='Tip It! The World According to Maggie Griffin...for adults'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TEB47Wlf8-I/AAAAAAAAA_A/Ayp4ro-_Jv0/s72-c/mbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-8770503519469201214</id><published>2010-07-08T19:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:51:47.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Clements...No Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDZkLxtVoQI/AAAAAAAAA-4/95xDZKpQn2Q/s1600/clements-no-talking-hc-2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDZkLxtVoQI/AAAAAAAAA-4/95xDZKpQn2Q/s200/clements-no-talking-hc-2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491686949109735682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Andrew Clements has mastered writing for the third through fifth grade population. In each book he creates characters that kids can identify with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;No Talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; explores the power of words and the importance of listening. Oh sure, he throws in some cooties and boys are better than girls stuff along with a humorless principal but ultimately the message he delivers is - it's not always who wins but what we learn along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-8770503519469201214?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/8770503519469201214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/andrew-clementsno-talking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8770503519469201214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8770503519469201214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/andrew-clementsno-talking.html' title='Andrew Clements...No Talking'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDZkLxtVoQI/AAAAAAAAA-4/95xDZKpQn2Q/s72-c/clements-no-talking-hc-2007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3982930219618717640</id><published>2010-07-08T18:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:44:06.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fluff to Substance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDZiSIxgk-I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_JPso8Wt99I/s1600/LakeShoreLimited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDZiSIxgk-I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_JPso8Wt99I/s200/LakeShoreLimited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491684859357205474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDZiR35fRdI/AAAAAAAAA-o/XD3PoRG58PA/s1600/Ladder+of+years+Tyler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDZiR35fRdI/AAAAAAAAA-o/XD3PoRG58PA/s200/Ladder+of+years+Tyler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491684854827271634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mind, partly mush from the fluff of last weekend, is now engaged in Sue Miller's latest, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Lake Shore Limited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I've also downloaded Anne Tyler's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ladder of Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to my Kindle. Looking forward to reading some beautiful language and well woven family drama.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I think it's only a coincidence that a beach is on both covers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3982930219618717640?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3982930219618717640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-fluff-to-substance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3982930219618717640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3982930219618717640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-fluff-to-substance.html' title='From Fluff to Substance'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDZiSIxgk-I/AAAAAAAAA-w/_JPso8Wt99I/s72-c/LakeShoreLimited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4329364814605970207</id><published>2010-07-06T09:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:40:21.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gas of a Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDMyCI4k0PI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Iv0g0-BTBi8/s1600/doctor-proctors-fart-powder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDMyCI4k0PI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Iv0g0-BTBi8/s200/doctor-proctors-fart-powder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490787383020671218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was a bit surprised when Mrs. Belmonte pulled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Doctor Proctor's Fart Powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; out of the box. I couldn't remember ordering it but am glad I did. While the story is light, the language funny, author Jo Nesbo has given the reader plenty to think about when it comes to being different and dealing with bullies. We all need friends like Lisa and Nilly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4329364814605970207?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4329364814605970207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/gas-of-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4329364814605970207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4329364814605970207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/gas-of-book.html' title='A Gas of a Book'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDMyCI4k0PI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Iv0g0-BTBi8/s72-c/doctor-proctors-fart-powder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-8971896193527077452</id><published>2010-07-06T08:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:21:26.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nutmeg Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDMfUr8t9XI/AAAAAAAAA8A/_pcFKHlM7BI/s1600/nutmeg_award.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year the kids of Connecticut have an opportunity to vote for their favorite book from a list of ten novels. At North Mianus we celebrate with the 5th Grade Nutmeg Book Bowl. For a list of the 2011 nominees, &lt;a href="http://www.nutmegaward.org/72943/index.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDMevgTsNdI/AAAAAAAAA7w/sY2gXX5wac4/s1600/the-thing-about-georgie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDMevgTsNdI/AAAAAAAAA7w/sY2gXX5wac4/s200/the-thing-about-georgie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490766172169975250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My summer reading will include finishing up the Nutmeg books (I reviewed a couple in April). Yesterday I read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Thing About Georgie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; by Lisa Graff. Put simply, it is an incredibly sweet book about a fourth grade boy who is a dwarf and how he deals with his place in the world. And yet there are far more layers. What does it take to be a good friend? What will it take to be a good older brother? Are there conditions on the love his parents have for him based on his dwarfism? Good stuff all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-8971896193527077452?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/8971896193527077452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/nutmeg-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8971896193527077452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8971896193527077452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/nutmeg-books.html' title='Nutmeg Books'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TDMevgTsNdI/AAAAAAAAA7w/sY2gXX5wac4/s72-c/the-thing-about-georgie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-7103435173556853759</id><published>2010-07-03T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T14:19:40.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivals by Tim Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TC9-ggPkPBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/sw0DTEwlJ58/s1600/rivals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TC9-ggPkPBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/sw0DTEwlJ58/s200/rivals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489745567664061458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Just finished this book .  Green creates a good 21st century baseball story* along with a little  bit of mystery.  Towards the end of the book I think I found a mistake.  If you read Rivals and think there is a mistake also, email me. A little  prize will go to the first student who discovers what I did. (I just  emailed the author to see what might have happened. I'll let you know if  I hear back.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I grew up on Matt Christopher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-7103435173556853759?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/7103435173556853759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/rivals-by-tim-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7103435173556853759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7103435173556853759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/rivals-by-tim-green.html' title='Rivals by Tim Green'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TC9-ggPkPBI/AAAAAAAAA7o/sw0DTEwlJ58/s72-c/rivals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5161093118862714684</id><published>2010-07-02T21:32:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:38:06.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch by Leslie Connor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TC6TTvJ_UhI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/JLwJiEBduBo/s1600/crunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TC6TTvJ_UhI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/JLwJiEBduBo/s200/crunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489486963096375826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Leslie Connor has written a thoroughly delightful book titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It is a story of family, friendship and bikes. Good stuff to discuss throughout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5161093118862714684?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5161093118862714684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/crunch-by-leslie-connor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5161093118862714684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5161093118862714684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/crunch-by-leslie-connor.html' title='Crunch by Leslie Connor'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TC6TTvJ_UhI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/JLwJiEBduBo/s72-c/crunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-1757558309835064360</id><published>2010-07-01T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:38:51.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluff for the Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I stocked up my Kindle with fluff - a perfect way to start  summer   vacation. My writing will be limited as typing with a ruptured  disc is   still a bit painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TCyfGLSuWGI/AAAAAAAAA54/cTNiE_XhMXY/s1600/sizzling-sixteen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TCyfGLSuWGI/AAAAAAAAA54/cTNiE_XhMXY/s200/sizzling-sixteen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488936974317148258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TCyfF2nrPZI/AAAAAAAAA5w/77fHQZmf71A/s1600/Private.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TCyfF2nrPZI/AAAAAAAAA5w/77fHQZmf71A/s200/Private.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488936968767880594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TCyfFgjwAAI/AAAAAAAAA5o/nqTs--LKT6w/s1600/judgement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TCyfFgjwAAI/AAAAAAAAA5o/nqTs--LKT6w/s200/judgement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488936962845835266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TCyefXXKXbI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/9KJRjrEcdDg/s1600/Private.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-1757558309835064360?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/1757558309835064360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/fluff-for-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1757558309835064360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1757558309835064360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/07/fluff-for-weekend.html' title='Fluff for the Weekend!'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/TCyfGLSuWGI/AAAAAAAAA54/cTNiE_XhMXY/s72-c/sizzling-sixteen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3045521980860759529</id><published>2010-04-18T10:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:06:47.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week's Worth of Books - Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8sfb9q5-SI/AAAAAAAAAys/l96JZNlq65k/s1600/on-my-honor-marion-dane-bauer-paperback-cover-art.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 109px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8sfb9q5-SI/AAAAAAAAAys/l96JZNlq65k/s200/on-my-honor-marion-dane-bauer-paperback-cover-art.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461493538388310306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On My Honor&lt;/span&gt; by Marion Dane Bauer rips at your heart. Two friends go for a bike ride, a dare goes wrong and only one comes back. At what point should Joel tell the whole story and when he does will forgiveness follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8sfb2Q1k4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/Tq_tu28st-4/s1600/lunch-lady220x280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8sfb2Q1k4I/AAAAAAAAAy0/Tq_tu28st-4/s200/lunch-lady220x280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461493536399922050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lunch Lady and the Cyborg Substitute&lt;/span&gt;,  graphic novel by Jarret Krosoczka is a whole lot of fun. Super hero lunch ladies, spatula helicopters and more. Part of a series that's bound to have many fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8sfbX78wlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/DZ2QrAypPmw/s1600/bridgetoterabithia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8sfbX78wlI/AAAAAAAAAyc/DZ2QrAypPmw/s200/bridgetoterabithia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461493528259248722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finally read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bridge to Terabithia&lt;/span&gt; by Katherine Patterson. Put simply, it is a gently told story of friendship and acceptance (although I did want to yell at the parents a few times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8sfbraRa3I/AAAAAAAAAyk/dBwoJP26iHA/s1600/catch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8sfbraRa3I/AAAAAAAAAyk/dBwoJP26iHA/s200/catch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461493533486705522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MJ Auch's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Handed Catch&lt;/span&gt;, a 2011 Nutmeg Book Award nominee is a very enjoyable read. Friendship, family, resilience, and determination are all prominent pieces to this sports story. Times have changed since 1946 - I wonder how an 11 year old boy i 2010 would deal with the adversity of losing his hand to a meat grinder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3045521980860759529?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3045521980860759529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/04/weeks-worth-of-books-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3045521980860759529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3045521980860759529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/04/weeks-worth-of-books-kids.html' title='A Week&apos;s Worth of Books - Kids'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8sfb9q5-SI/AAAAAAAAAys/l96JZNlq65k/s72-c/on-my-honor-marion-dane-bauer-paperback-cover-art.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4783512326131211658</id><published>2010-04-16T18:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:05:07.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week's Worth of Books - Adults</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8jkVTU9_cI/AAAAAAAAAxk/pAig1ci_Nu4/s1600/imperfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8jkVTU9_cI/AAAAAAAAAxk/pAig1ci_Nu4/s200/imperfect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460865602803334594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Anne Lamott's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imperfect Birds &lt;/span&gt;we catch up with Rosie, former teenage tennis phenom. At 17, Rosie is an A student and an accomplished liar who struggles with addictions of all kinds. Elizabeth, her flawed and recovering addict mother wants desperately to believe Rosie isn't as bad as she is, while her husband unsuccessfully tries to set boundaries (both because of his own limitations and because Rosie is a master manipulator). I love Anne Lamott's work and I found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imperfect Birds&lt;/span&gt; to be gut wrenchingly hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8ouCw8BUFI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bnEwpm7FY2s/s1600/condition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 122px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8ouCw8BUFI/AAAAAAAAAx0/bnEwpm7FY2s/s200/condition.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461228123171410002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Condition&lt;/span&gt; by Jennifer Haigh is an intense family drama. Every one of the characters is flawed - from the mother who desperately wants a perfect life to the workaholic husband to the three kids who flee as soon as they get the chance. I laughed, I yelled, I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8ou39-lQjI/AAAAAAAAAx8/YPJoKmn-DvM/s1600/hell+gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8ou39-lQjI/AAAAAAAAAx8/YPJoKmn-DvM/s200/hell+gate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461229037204881970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Linda Fairstein's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell Gate&lt;/span&gt;, Alex, Mike and Mercer are back on the job investigating human trafficking. Not a light subject but as usual, thoroughly researched. With Fairstein you get a tightly wound mystery, some New York City history and politics. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8ov11Ee-BI/AAAAAAAAAyE/GZEQ7KpWt8k/s1600/tn_kids+are+all+right.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8ov11Ee-BI/AAAAAAAAAyE/GZEQ7KpWt8k/s200/tn_kids+are+all+right.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461230099965605906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kids Are All Right&lt;/span&gt;, a memoir written in alternating voices by the Welch siblings of Westchester County tells the story of a family devastated by their father's accidental death in a car accident, a mother dying of cancer and their children who struggle unsuccessfully to remain together. It's not easy; it's not pretty. Somehow, though, there is hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8owZWnHF2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/yGCu_1-4hAQ/s1600/usual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8owZWnHF2I/AAAAAAAAAyM/yGCu_1-4hAQ/s200/usual.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461230710264633186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Usual Rules&lt;/span&gt;, a novel of September 11th by Joyce Maynard is a compelling story of how one blended family deals with the loss of their wife and mother. The last forty pages packed quite a punch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4783512326131211658?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4783512326131211658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/04/weeks-worth-of-books-adults.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4783512326131211658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4783512326131211658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/04/weeks-worth-of-books-adults.html' title='A Week&apos;s Worth of Books - Adults'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S8jkVTU9_cI/AAAAAAAAAxk/pAig1ci_Nu4/s72-c/imperfect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2455199224037573056</id><published>2010-03-28T20:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:17:24.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbery Honor Book...Where the Mountain Meets the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6_-rvtUMCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/A_56mznM1hY/s1600/where+the+mountain+meets+the+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6_-rvtUMCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/A_56mznM1hY/s200/where+the+mountain+meets+the+moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453857701263323170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When a student tells you they've read a book 14 times because every time she goes back she sees something new, that's a pretty good recommendation. Today I finally read Newbery Honor Book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where the Mountain Meets the Moon&lt;/span&gt; by Grace Lin. Wow. Lin is an incredible storyteller and because I fear I cannot do her book justice, checkout:  &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/ygt5f6j"&gt;Where the Mountain Meets the Moon&lt;/a&gt; and go to the bottom. The reviewers from School Library Journal and Booklist  did a far better job than I could ever do.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;And then - read the book&lt;b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2455199224037573056?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2455199224037573056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/03/newbery-honor-bookwhere-mountain-meets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2455199224037573056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2455199224037573056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/03/newbery-honor-bookwhere-mountain-meets.html' title='Newbery Honor Book...Where the Mountain Meets the Moon'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6_-rvtUMCI/AAAAAAAAAt0/A_56mznM1hY/s72-c/where+the+mountain+meets+the+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-1944928610149115876</id><published>2010-03-28T17:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:57:43.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Twice by Lisa Scottoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6_6gJj57vI/AAAAAAAAAts/1KJqe116AOg/s1600/thinktwice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6_6gJj57vI/AAAAAAAAAts/1KJqe116AOg/s200/thinktwice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453853103998234354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are some authors who I've read for years - their characters familiar. When I saw Lisa Scottoline had a new book I waited for it it to appear on the shelves of Rowayton Library. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think Twice &lt;/span&gt;was there for the taking on Friday and I spent Saturday afternoon becoming reacquainted with lawyers, Mary, Bennie, and Judy. Is it great literature? No. Is the identical twin storyline believable? No. But it was fun catching up with some old friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-1944928610149115876?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/1944928610149115876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/03/think-twice-by-lisa-scottoline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1944928610149115876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1944928610149115876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/03/think-twice-by-lisa-scottoline.html' title='Think Twice by Lisa Scottoline'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6_6gJj57vI/AAAAAAAAAts/1KJqe116AOg/s72-c/thinktwice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-6593122187558722411</id><published>2010-03-24T08:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:50:39.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For kids...</title><content type='html'>When  I read a chapter book for kids the question I often ask myself is, "Would I want to be friends with the main character?" I found two books recently where the answer to that question was yes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6oGpii0v2I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Robb1WAlkIY/s1600/dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6oGpii0v2I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Robb1WAlkIY/s200/dessert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452177609602678626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be honest - I only picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dessert First&lt;/span&gt; by Hallie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Durrand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because of the title. Who wouldn't want dessert first? As it turns out, Dessert isn't just a food group, she's a young girl figuring out how the world works. She's helped along the way by her fondue restaurant owning parents and Mrs. Howdy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Doody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, her delightful third grade teacher. Put simply, this is a sweet but not too sugary story of one third grader's struggle with figuring out right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6oYGRlbtUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/FebU_Dk1bII/s1600/oliverolson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6oYGRlbtUI/AAAAAAAAAtE/FebU_Dk1bII/s200/oliverolson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452196794964096322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Oliver Olson Changed the World&lt;/span&gt; by Claudia Mills was recommended by my favorite children's librarian Kathy J and she  was right on with this recommendation. Oliver's parents are the doting, over protective type. Wanting nothing more than for their son to succeed, they decide it's best for them to do his projects. As it turns out, Oliver wants something too - to do his own projects. Can the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Olsons&lt;/span&gt; let go of their need to control? Can Oliver speak loud enough for his parents to hear and understand? Read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How Oliver Olson Changed the World&lt;/span&gt; to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-6593122187558722411?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/6593122187558722411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6593122187558722411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6593122187558722411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-kids.html' title='For kids...'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6oGpii0v2I/AAAAAAAAAs0/Robb1WAlkIY/s72-c/dessert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4360012246683711751</id><published>2010-03-21T09:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:56:49.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Adults...</title><content type='html'>Someone mentioned the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go Ask Alice &lt;/span&gt;recently. I remember reading it way back when and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6Ykz6LoWNI/AAAAAAAAArs/JbjYQsQnxSg/s1600-h/goaskalice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6Ykz6LoWNI/AAAAAAAAArs/JbjYQsQnxSg/s200/goaskalice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451084873188530386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thinking it was a book my parents probably wouldn't approve of. Well I reread it and three things struck me - there is no way I understood what was happening within the pages of that book. I wish I could go back to that Amy and have a conversation. I was also struck by the parents love for their daughter, despite the choices she made, the parents were always there to help pick up the pieces. Lastly, being a teenager has always been hard - technology may hasten things but kids can be cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jodi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Picoult's&lt;/span&gt; new book&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; House Rules&lt;/span&gt; offers an engaging and compelling story. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6YlBodi-RI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1JmaH8Ev-j0/s1600-h/house_rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6YlBodi-RI/AAAAAAAAAr0/1JmaH8Ev-j0/s200/house_rules.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451085108950006034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I have not read all her books, I often find myself thinking, "I can't believe how predictable this story is," and then wham, I'm blindsided by a twist I never anticipated. So yes, there's a twist in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;House Rules&lt;/span&gt;. Is it as jaw dropping as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Sister's Keeper&lt;/span&gt;? No, but the character development is superb and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Picoult&lt;/span&gt; does a masterful job of writing from five different perspectives, including that of 18 year old Jacob, a young man who has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Asperger's&lt;/span&gt; Syndrome. It is a book you won't want to put down and you don't want to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4360012246683711751?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4360012246683711751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-adults.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4360012246683711751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4360012246683711751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-adults.html' title='For the Adults...'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S6Ykz6LoWNI/AAAAAAAAArs/JbjYQsQnxSg/s72-c/goaskalice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-8037290169642604452</id><published>2010-02-21T17:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:02:51.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not That I haven't Been Reading....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I spent January and February weeding the fiction section at school. Inevitably as I scanned the shelves I'd find a book that caught my eye and put it aside to read. Unfortunately, none of them were great reads and some weren't appropriate for a K-5 school. That all being said, I did do some reading over February break and I have some ADULT recommendations along with a quick review of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harriet the Spy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G6H_77DmI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SJfVHi1PWqY/s1600-h/book-thief-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G6H_77DmI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SJfVHi1PWqY/s200/book-thief-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440834471424888418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/span&gt; by Marcus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zusak&lt;/span&gt; is a book I've heard about for the last few years and finally read. After taking some time to adjust to Death as the narrator, I quickly realized what all the buzz was about. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Leisel&lt;/span&gt; is a displaced nine year old foster child when the story begins in Germany in the early 1940s. I read in awe as she grew into a plucky teenager. Encouraged by her foster parents, her neighbors (in particular, Rudy) and a surprise visitor, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leisel&lt;/span&gt; realizes the power of words long before she can read. I felt much like I did after I read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gurnesey&lt;/span&gt; Literary and Potato Peel Society&lt;/span&gt; - dumbfounded by complete disregard for human life and the desire for power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G6ISWJf9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/0ROhwwXyrbk/s1600-h/art-of-racing-in-the-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 144px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G6ISWJf9I/AAAAAAAAAnE/0ROhwwXyrbk/s200/art-of-racing-in-the-rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440834476366725074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Art of Racing in the Rain &lt;/span&gt;by Garth Stein is the story of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Enzo&lt;/span&gt;, Denny and eventually Denny's wife and daughter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Enzo&lt;/span&gt;, the narrator, happens to be a dog. Denny is a semi-professional race car driver. Metaphors abound as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Enzo&lt;/span&gt; explains life and observes the nice and not so nice people who populate this book. If you're a dog lover it's worth a read but be prepared to learn a whole lot about racing cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/amycoupe/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/amycoupe/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G6JG4gcQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Wdxjl4EwjnA/s1600-h/luna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G6JG4gcQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/Wdxjl4EwjnA/s200/luna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440834490469478658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luna&lt;/span&gt; by Julie Anne Peters,  is fascinating. I debated about adding this to the list but decided to simply because if you've ever wondered what it's like to be transgendered; that is to say, to feel as if you were born in the wrong body, this book does a masterful job of explaining. Written for high school students, Peters gives the reader characters you alternately root for and against. Simply put, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Luna&lt;/span&gt; is a celebration of self acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G7Ji3RQgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/fcoTB0UBWRk/s1600-h/undiscovered"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G7Ji3RQgI/AAAAAAAAAnc/fcoTB0UBWRk/s200/undiscovered" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440835597492109826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Undiscovered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Debra Winger. A meandering memoir celebrating Winger's various roles as daughter, mother, and actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G6IqDkfoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/wtt5AeJW-Fc/s1600-h/harriet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 138px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G6IqDkfoI/AAAAAAAAAnM/wtt5AeJW-Fc/s200/harriet2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440834482731253378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harriet the Spy&lt;/span&gt; by Louise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fitzhugh&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't read it as a kid; read it now because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Suann&lt;/span&gt; has such fond memories of it. When I mentioned that Harriet was just plain mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Suann&lt;/span&gt; didn't remember that part, just thought it was cool Harriet figured out ways to spy on a bunch of different people. (And she had a  notebook.) As I read I kept waiting for Harriet to see the light. I think she finally did on the last page but it was too late and too weak a resolution for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-8037290169642604452?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/8037290169642604452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-not-that-i-havent-been-reading.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8037290169642604452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8037290169642604452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-not-that-i-havent-been-reading.html' title='It&apos;s Not That I haven&apos;t Been Reading....'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S4G6H_77DmI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SJfVHi1PWqY/s72-c/book-thief-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-9010627668350411491</id><published>2010-01-20T11:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:43:19.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbery Winner - When You Reach Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1cycO9dypI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cfSFWEcU7TE/s1600-h/reach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1cycO9dypI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cfSFWEcU7TE/s200/reach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428863336452049554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Author Rebecca Stead writes of family, friendship and time travel in this year's Newbery Award winning book, &lt;i&gt;When You Reach Me&lt;/i&gt;. As readers, we need to be open to what we might have previously considered impossible. &lt;i&gt;When You Reach Me&lt;/i&gt; takes place in NYC in 1979; the characters, led by 6th grader Miranda are flawed yet incredibly likable as they struggle to find their place in the world. Put your thinking caps on when you pick up this book - it's thoughtful and engaging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-9010627668350411491?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/9010627668350411491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/01/newbery-winner-when-you-reach-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/9010627668350411491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/9010627668350411491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/01/newbery-winner-when-you-reach-me.html' title='Newbery Winner - When You Reach Me'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1cycO9dypI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cfSFWEcU7TE/s72-c/reach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-6962780693112387174</id><published>2010-01-18T21:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:39:15.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two More...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1Ua49_ccKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/WllXwam8ZQU/s1600-h/butler+yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1Ua49_ccKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/WllXwam8ZQU/s200/butler+yes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428274491880665250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I Know the Monkey Man&lt;/span&gt; by Dori Butler is the sequel to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do You Know the Monkey Man&lt;/span&gt;. Fortunately, there's enough background information in the second book for the reader to make sense of the previous story. To say it is a book that tugs at one's emotions is a bit of an understatement. To say it is a book about twins who were separated at three years of age is also an understatement. To say it is a book about trying to figure out where you fit in the world or a book that wonders how deep a parents' love runs or a book about forgiveness, also understatements. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I  Know the Monkey Man&lt;/span&gt; is appropriate for mature fifth graders and middle schoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1UaqZj9XeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/QnFC758BKGI/s1600-h/size"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1UaqZj9XeI/AAAAAAAAAhc/QnFC758BKGI/s200/size" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428274241583537634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you one of those people who wonders why we can't fly like a bird or walk the ceiling like a gecko? Perhaps you have a child or niece or nephew who asks similar questions. If the answer is yes the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; Just the Right Size &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by zoologist, Nicola Davies may be the perfect gift. Davies explains in relatively simple terms why size matters when trying to replicate some of the more exciting animal feats. A fun read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-6962780693112387174?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/6962780693112387174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6962780693112387174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6962780693112387174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-more.html' title='Two More...'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1Ua49_ccKI/AAAAAAAAAhk/WllXwam8ZQU/s72-c/butler+yes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-8148100440361994181</id><published>2010-01-17T21:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:51:29.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1PLxx56oJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8sMjw57D3ms/s1600-h/season_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1PLxx56oJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8sMjw57D3ms/s200/season_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427906031981863058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kathy Mackel's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Season of Comebacks&lt;/span&gt; tells the story of twelve year Allie, a softball pitching phenom, her ten year old sister, Mol, their Dad, the coach and Chris, Mol's best friend. It is a story about being a good sister, a good parent, and a good friend; it's understanding your limitations and accepting that being the best doesn't preclude you from still having fun. Despite some questionable baseball strategy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Season of Comebacks&lt;/span&gt; is a crisply written story that effective weaves sports and friendship together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Armstrong is My Uncle &amp;amp; Other Lies Muscle Man McGinty Told Me &lt;/span&gt;by &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1PL7fIpfTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/o-hqBb8JKIQ/s1600-h/neil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1PL7fIpfTI/AAAAAAAAAhE/o-hqBb8JKIQ/s200/neil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427906198742072626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nan Marino takes place the summer of 1969. Not only is it the year of the moonwalk, it's also the year Tammy's best friend, Kebsie moves away. Kickball is king; friends fight; people are misunderstood. It's hard to be Tammy; sometimes it's hard to like Tammy but I will say even though you can't believe some of the things she says, you root for her from page one. You also root for Muscle Man. This is a book about friendship and forgiveness. It reminded me an awful lot of the neighborhood I grew up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1PMKIPweTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/2--VevH09f4/s1600-h/doglost"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1PMKIPweTI/AAAAAAAAAhM/2--VevH09f4/s200/doglost" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427906450295912754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dog Lost&lt;/span&gt; by Ingrid Lee is a tough read. Not because of the writing but because Ms. Lee writes about the world of dog fighting. Unfortunately, dog fighting is a reality - people are cruel, the author tells us and yet if we look hard enough, there is hope. Hope may look like a ten year motherless boy, a teenage girl in desperate need of a kidney transplant, an eighty year old widow, an alert and caring police officer, or a sensitive fifth grade teacher. Hope can also be found n a pit bull named Cash. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dog Lost&lt;/span&gt; brought me to tears more than once, for much different reasons. A tough read, yes, but a read well worth the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-8148100440361994181?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/8148100440361994181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends-and-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8148100440361994181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8148100440361994181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/01/friends-and-family.html' title='Friends and Family'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1PLxx56oJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/8sMjw57D3ms/s72-c/season_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-7187407084486651436</id><published>2010-01-15T20:46:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:53:39.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Going to be a Book-Filled Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I'm working my way through a stack of new books. There's nothing better than opening up a box from Follet and realizing you made some good choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1Eo8zT5J8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/lcBXNXh_AUo/s1600-h/song-of-middle-c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1Eo8zT5J8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/lcBXNXh_AUo/s200/song-of-middle-c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427164050989066178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song of Middle C&lt;/span&gt; by Alison McGhee is a new everybody book told from a beginning piano player's perspective. The narrator, a young girl, whose name we never know, practices and practices and practices for her first recital. When the evening comes she is prepared, right down to her lucky underwear. Does the practicing pay-off? Is her lucky underwear needed? Read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Song of Middle C&lt;/span&gt; to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1EpYHDMfuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/hZ1JD1JcAZg/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1EpYHDMfuI/AAAAAAAAAgk/hZ1JD1JcAZg/s200/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427164520144207586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Apple Pie Tree&lt;/span&gt; by Zoe Hall is a non-fiction book. Author Hall provides beautiful language to celebrate the seasons of an apple tree - from the bare branches of winter to the robins of spring and summer; from the apples of fall to the homemade pie the family makes. Of course it would be much easier if the whole pie grew on a tree but Hall does the next best thing and provides an easy to follow recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1EiLsvTV4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/Yh1_GF1Mg9k/s1600-h/panda"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1EiLsvTV4I/AAAAAAAAAf8/Yh1_GF1Mg9k/s200/panda" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427156610341623682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panda Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; by Joanne Ryder is another new non-fiction book. In China, at the Wolong Nature Preserve, baby pandas go to kindergarten. Yes, kindergarten. Once they are weened from their mothers, these baby pandas, born in captivity, spend their days with other cubs learning about the world. Ryder and photographer, Dr. Katherine Feng, capture and celebrate the joys of panda-hood with grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1EilcOzU3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/rkQbBJYYbRo/s1600-h/tarra"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1EilcOzU3I/AAAAAAAAAgM/rkQbBJYYbRo/s200/tarra" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427157052586939250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tarra and Bella: The Elephant and a Dog Who Became Best Friends&lt;/span&gt; by Carol Buckley. Have you seen this &lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=4696315n"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;? I did and then I read the book. Buckley uses simple language and photographs to tell the story of the unlikely friendship between a pachyderm and a canine which blossomed at the Elephant Sanctuary in Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1EiZJ9Z-aI/AAAAAAAAAgE/aCXl_uK2XWA/s1600-h/blind"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1EiZJ9Z-aI/AAAAAAAAAgE/aCXl_uK2XWA/s200/blind" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427156841523706274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the World Were Blind (A book about judgment and prejudice)&lt;/span&gt; by Karen Gedig Burnett delivers a powerful message about how we judge people - whether it's by the color of their skin, the way they dress, the language they speak, the shape of their body. It is a call to action with thoughtful discussion questions at the end that encourage reflection on our won behavior and how we treat others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-7187407084486651436?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/7187407084486651436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-going-to-be-book-filled-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7187407084486651436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7187407084486651436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-going-to-be-book-filled-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s Going to be a Book-Filled Weekend!'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/S1Eo8zT5J8I/AAAAAAAAAgc/lcBXNXh_AUo/s72-c/song-of-middle-c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2792236134822708757</id><published>2010-01-02T15:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T15:28:56.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reading Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Spent four days in North Carolina walking the beach and reading. Which for me, is perfection. A little non-fiction, a little historical fiction, a little fluff.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sz-rKbXgvLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/n3HaR6_T1bk/s1600-h/the_man_who_loved_books_too_much.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sz-rKbXgvLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/n3HaR6_T1bk/s200/the_man_who_loved_books_too_much.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422240672010779826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The Man Who Loved Books Too Much:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The True Story of a Thief, a Detective, and a World of Literary Obsession &lt;/span&gt;by Allison Hoover Bartlett is an engaging read about book thief John Gilkey and the book seller, Ken Sanders, who tracked him down. It is fascinating to read Gilkey's story - despite stealing over one hundred thousand dollars worth of rare books and being jailed on numerous occasions, he doesn't think he did anything wrong. Sanders is the good guy in this story, someone you'd like to have a cup of coffee with but it's Gilkey who engages the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah's Key&lt;/span&gt; by Tatiana de Rosnay came highly recommended. It is a fictional account of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sz-rRmRNHsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/M6iPlXL-da0/s1600-h/sarahs-key1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sz-rRmRNHsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/M6iPlXL-da0/s200/sarahs-key1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422240795196202690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;round-ups that took place in Paris in 1942. Jewish families living in France were routinely taken from their homes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;brought to Vélodrome d'Hiver outside the city, then transported to Auschwitz. It is a part of WW II that is rarely spoken about and de Rosnay weaves a heart breaking story of strong willed ten year old Sarah. Told in alternating voices, it gets a little heavy handed at the end but is worth the time if for no other reason than to learn about a part of history not often included in our textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sz-rbIdI8BI/AAAAAAAAAdU/j-MmZcZpJyg/s1600-h/Schooled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 76px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sz-rbIdI8BI/AAAAAAAAAdU/j-MmZcZpJyg/s200/Schooled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422240958991888402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schooled&lt;/span&gt; by Anisha Lakhani. NYC private schools, highly paid tutors, spoiled kids. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span id="btAsinTitle" style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2792236134822708757?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2792236134822708757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2792236134822708757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2792236134822708757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2010/01/reading-vacation.html' title='A Reading Vacation'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sz-rKbXgvLI/AAAAAAAAAdE/n3HaR6_T1bk/s72-c/the_man_who_loved_books_too_much.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-8536205219751103013</id><published>2009-12-22T10:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:08:19.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything for a Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDu3npJGeI/AAAAAAAAAco/4X6MeJjtBzE/s1600-h/everything+for+a+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDu3npJGeI/AAAAAAAAAco/4X6MeJjtBzE/s200/everything+for+a+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418092991028468194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever read A Dog's Life? Ever wonder what happened to Squirrel's brother, Stone? The last time we saw him he was being carried away from the mall parking lot he and his sister were dumped in. Thankfully, Ann Martin has written &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything for a Do&lt;/span&gt;g, where we learn exactly what happened. I wish I could say he immediately ended up in a nice home where he lived happily ever after but then it would be a short book. Told in three voices, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything for a Dog&lt;/span&gt; celebrates perseverance, both boy and canine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-8536205219751103013?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/8536205219751103013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-for-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8536205219751103013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8536205219751103013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-for-dog.html' title='Everything for a Dog'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDu3npJGeI/AAAAAAAAAco/4X6MeJjtBzE/s72-c/everything+for+a+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5838320819997613921</id><published>2009-12-22T10:26:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:17:58.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Calvin and Hobbes by Nevin Martell</title><content type='html'>I can't tell you how often a student comes into the Media Center looking for a Calvin and Hobbes &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDpMXksRxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qhSODkeqYnk/s1600-h/calvin_hobbes_looking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 124px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDpMXksRxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qhSODkeqYnk/s200/calvin_hobbes_looking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418086750422320914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;book - a boy and his tiger who we have not seen for fourteen years continues to entertain kids of all ages. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nevin&lt;/span&gt; Martell grew up on Calvin and Hobbes; he has very fond memories of reading the strip every morning while he ate his cereal and now that he's a writer decided to find out what exactly happened to the cartoonist, Bill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Watterson&lt;/span&gt; who created the strip and why after ten glorious years (for us) he decided to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking for Calvin and Hobbes&lt;/span&gt; is a book for adults; a book that covers a whole lot of ground. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Watterson&lt;/span&gt; never gave an interview to Martell so Martell interviewed other cartoonists about the reluctant legend. Put simply, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Watterson&lt;/span&gt; walked away in 1995, disgruntled and disillusioned. What Martell describes is fascinating on a number of different levels - it is an intimate look at how cartoonists create characters; the cut throat environment of syndication and the power of the almighty dollar (did you know Charles Schultz earned 30 to 40 million dollars a year towards the end of his career).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it enough to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Watterson&lt;/span&gt; is a tortured artist? Probably not but if it is that simple then we are all the more lucky to have been gifted for ten delightful years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5838320819997613921?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5838320819997613921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-for-calvin-and-hobbes-by-nervin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5838320819997613921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5838320819997613921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/looking-for-calvin-and-hobbes-by-nervin.html' title='Looking for Calvin and Hobbes by Nevin Martell'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDpMXksRxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/qhSODkeqYnk/s72-c/calvin_hobbes_looking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-1815486659274808670</id><published>2009-12-22T09:14:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:25:59.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blizzard of Books</title><content type='html'>One thing this weekend's snowstorm was good for was plenty of reading. I have three to recommend for the 8 - 10 year old set. All three charming and good fun, with a little bit of sibling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rivalry&lt;/span&gt; thrown in.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDi9SNLc-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/iKJdjJTCmzQ/s1600-h/Chicken_Feathers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 119px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDi9SNLc-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/iKJdjJTCmzQ/s200/Chicken_Feathers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418079894213719010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chicken Feather&lt;/i&gt;s by Joy Cowley is quite simply the story of a boy and his pet chicken, Semolina. Semolina isn't your run of the mill chicken either. She talks - but only to Josh and she likes her whisky. Josh has his own stuff to deal with - his pregnant mom is in the hospital on bed rest; his neighbor may have a new boyfriend and his grandmother doesn't like chickens in the house. Reading  &lt;i&gt;Chicken Feathers&lt;/i&gt; is a thoroughly delightful way to spend a winter afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lemonade War&lt;/i&gt; by Jacqueline Davies tells the story of a brother and sister. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDkhirAfwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yvfQxJvLRsw/s1600-h/BOOK_LemonadeWar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 72px; height: 110px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDkhirAfwI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yvfQxJvLRsw/s200/BOOK_LemonadeWar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418081616620715778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       Born 14 months apart, Evan and Jesse are each other's best friend...until the letter from school arrives towards the end of the summer. Evan gets angry, Jesse reacts and suddenly there's a bet about who can sell the most lemonade. Will Evan's outgoing personality outsell the very deliberate business plan Jesse has drawn up? Wondering what the letter from school said?  Read &lt;i&gt;The Lemonade War&lt;/i&gt; to find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDkxoTwjwI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4iCLeDNqsyA/s1600-h/cardboard.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDkxoTwjwI/AAAAAAAAAcY/4iCLeDNqsyA/s200/cardboard.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418081893011721986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Jumper - Journal of a Cardboard Genius&lt;/i&gt; by Frank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Asche&lt;/span&gt; chronicles the very vivid imagination of  Alex as he builds a cardboard spaceship in an attempt to escape the trials of living with his little brother. As Alex often reminds us, Einstein has nothing on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-1815486659274808670?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/1815486659274808670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/blizzard-of-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1815486659274808670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1815486659274808670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/blizzard-of-books.html' title='A Blizzard of Books'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SzDi9SNLc-I/AAAAAAAAAcI/iKJdjJTCmzQ/s72-c/Chicken_Feathers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-1164360005075975380</id><published>2009-12-08T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:41:52.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>U is for Undertow by Sue Grafton</title><content type='html'>I LOVE Sue Grafton. I LOVE her private investigator, Kinsey Millhone. I wait and wait for each new book and then when it arrives I savor it. Oh sure, I want desperately to dive right in and read until I'm done but I don't. I read a chapter or two and then go and do something. Come back and read some more. I just don't want the book to end. If you have never read a Sue Grafton mystery go find A is for Alibi and start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5zfeOBsMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/27MEA0u5x0A/s1600-h/u"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5zfeOBsMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/27MEA0u5x0A/s200/u" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412890786670948546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;U is for Undertow&lt;/span&gt;, it's 1988; Kinsey still uses a typewriter to record her reports, still uses index cards to organize her investigations, still heads to the public library to search microfiche. There is a terrific mystery and Grafton artfully tells a story that started in the 1960s. Great character development; great plot; good, clean fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-1164360005075975380?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/1164360005075975380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/u-is-for-undertow-by-sue-grafton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1164360005075975380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1164360005075975380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/u-is-for-undertow-by-sue-grafton.html' title='U is for Undertow by Sue Grafton'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5zfeOBsMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/27MEA0u5x0A/s72-c/u' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-7242926345005916069</id><published>2009-12-08T10:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:32:04.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Websites to Checkout</title><content type='html'>I have come across a number of interesting websites about books and reading recently and thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danpink.com/archives/2009/12/my-10-favorite-books-of-2009?"&gt;Daniel Pink's 10 Favorite Books of the Year (for adults)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/gift-guide/holiday-2009/10-best-gift-guide-sub/list.html"&gt;New York Times Best Books of the Year (for adults)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/gift-guide/holiday-2009/notable-childrens-gift-guide/list.html"&gt;New York Times Notable Books for Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/gift-guide/holiday-2009/20091108_best-illustrated_gg/list.html"&gt;New York Times Best Illustrated Books for Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motherreader.com/2009/11/105-ways-to-give-book.html"&gt;105 Ways to Give a Book&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kids.nypl.org/reading/recommended2.cfm?ListID=391"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York Public Library - 100 Titles for Sharing and Reading 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kids.nypl.org/reading/recommended2.cfm?ListID=391"&gt; (for kids)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/pam-allyn/how-stories-save-us_b_376991.html"&gt;How Stories Save Us by Pam Allyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-7242926345005916069?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/7242926345005916069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/websites-to-checkout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7242926345005916069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7242926345005916069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/websites-to-checkout.html' title='Websites to Checkout'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3688409609074297612</id><published>2009-12-08T10:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:18:01.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunger Games - Young Adult</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5t1-oJWgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/B1PxzS-Wvtk/s1600-h/hunger_games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5t1-oJWgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/B1PxzS-Wvtk/s200/hunger_games.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412884576257792514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When someone says, "Amy, you have to read this book - it's the best worst book I've ever read," what choice do I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt; by Suzanne Collins grabs you by the throat and pulls you in. You quickly become appalled by what's going to happen and then can't walk away until you find out the resolution. If I were to break it down in it's simplest form I might say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt; is a futuristic version of survival of the fittest...for 12 to 18 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. Twenty four are chosen (12 male, 12 female) but there can be only one survivor. Collins weaves an incredible tale - twists and turns abound. It is not for the faint of heart but those who get through it, book two recently came out and book three is due next summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3688409609074297612?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3688409609074297612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/hunger-games-young-adut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3688409609074297612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3688409609074297612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/hunger-games-young-adut.html' title='The Hunger Games - Young Adult'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5t1-oJWgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/B1PxzS-Wvtk/s72-c/hunger_games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-1570209239118731948</id><published>2009-12-05T07:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:10:07.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Catch Up - Adult Reviews</title><content type='html'>I traveled to San Diego over Thanksgiving break which afforded me plenty of time to read. Twelve hours in an airplane and a little bit of insomnia work wonders when you have a list of books to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5q05LUJ_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/nrK8NbnFdKM/s1600-h/crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 119px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5q05LUJ_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/nrK8NbnFdKM/s200/crowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412881259079935986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Crowd Sounds Happy&lt;/i&gt; by Nicholas Dawidoff is a memoir. We learn early on that Dawidoff's father suffers from mental illness and his mother leaves with the kids, settling in New Haven. Despite not having access to TV or a daily newspaper (limited money meant cutting corners where they could); Dawidoff develops a love for baseball, in particular the Boston Red Sox. This isn't a quick read but if you know someone who grew up with a transistor radio under their pillow, it may be a worthwhile purchase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speed Shrinking &lt;/i&gt;by Susan Shapiro would qualify as chick lit. Julia, an expert on &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5rBS6kmoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5RMexMYdtCQ/s1600-h/shrinl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5rBS6kmoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/5RMexMYdtCQ/s200/shrinl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412881472147462786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sugar cravings, is left to fend for herself as her best friend moves away, her husband goes out to California to pursue an acting job and her long-time shrink relocates to Arizona. Is it great literature. Nope but I will say it brings up some interesting issues about food (not to mention the mental health profession).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-1570209239118731948?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/1570209239118731948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-catch-up-adult-reviews.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1570209239118731948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1570209239118731948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-to-catch-up-adult-reviews.html' title='Time to Catch Up - Adult Reviews'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sx5q05LUJ_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/nrK8NbnFdKM/s72-c/crowd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-7801892870328179139</id><published>2009-11-17T12:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:34:35.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLeoxvhLII/AAAAAAAAAbg/q3jlLFQWo4U/s1600/nubs_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLeoxvhLII/AAAAAAAAAbg/q3jlLFQWo4U/s200/nubs_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405127294926793858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one to make you cry. The title says it all:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nubs: The True Story of a Mutt, a Marine &amp;amp; a Miracle &lt;/span&gt;(Brian Dennis, Mary Nethery and Kirby Larson)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;It did get me thinking, would any of my dogs travel seventy miles to find me? Maybe if I had cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-7801892870328179139?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/7801892870328179139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7801892870328179139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7801892870328179139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-more.html' title='One more...'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLeoxvhLII/AAAAAAAAAbg/q3jlLFQWo4U/s72-c/nubs_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-6365628149836429798</id><published>2009-11-17T11:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:01:53.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Browsing at Barnes and Noble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLQy4cbSjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fjGukG5TsMo/s1600/carmen_deedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLQy4cbSjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fjGukG5TsMo/s200/carmen_deedy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405112075361667634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I recently had a chance to browse the children's section of Barnes and Noble - I found a book that made me cry, a book that made me laugh, a book that left me in awe and a book that made me wish I had a five year old niece or nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14 Cows for America&lt;/span&gt; by Carmen Agra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Deedy&lt;/span&gt;, in collaboration with Wilson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kimeli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Naiyomah&lt;/span&gt; tells a simple story of how one man from Kenya (who was studying in the US) was so altered by the events of 9/11 (he was in the city ) that he returns to his village and tells his community they must do something. An amazing story with beautiful illustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLR5Fu-tvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-S_bnuko0n0/s1600/dunder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLR5Fu-tvI/AAAAAAAAAa4/-S_bnuko0n0/s200/dunder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405113281519990514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dunderheads&lt;/span&gt; by Paul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fleischman&lt;/span&gt; with illustrations by David Roberts tells a rollicking story of students determined to get revenge on their tyrannical teacher, Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Breakbone&lt;/span&gt;. Every student has a special gift - whether it's throwing spitballs or making paperclip chains and the Dunderheads need to work together to prevail. This isn't great literature but it is a fun read and not too intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pinkney&lt;/span&gt; is amazing - in his brand new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lion and the Mouse&lt;/span&gt; he wordlessly leads the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLTU2NJ-UI/AAAAAAAAAbA/betw6-ERA44/s1600/lion.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 97px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLTU2NJ-UI/AAAAAAAAAbA/betw6-ERA44/s200/lion.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405114857899555138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reader/observer so successfully that you are left with your mouth agape. The illustrations are vibrant, fill the page and express emotion while at the same time reminding us we are all capable of great things, no matter our size. Aesop would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLWYiv0L1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/TNokZkIMuEo/s1600/ImageOtis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLWYiv0L1I/AAAAAAAAAbI/TNokZkIMuEo/s200/ImageOtis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405118219930578770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Otis &lt;/span&gt;by Loren Long is the story of a reliable tractor who with his delightful personality manages to calm the animals around him, in particular a new calf. Despite his wonderful work ethic, the farmer eventually replaces Otis with something bigger and better and sends Otis out behind the barn where he is left unused and forgotten. Oh sure the yellow tractor is bigger but is it better? Does the new tractor know what to do when the calf flees into the muddy pond? Can the new tractor rescue the calf? Can Otis. A perfect read for kindergarten and first grade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-6365628149836429798?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/6365628149836429798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/11/browsing-at-barnes-and-noble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6365628149836429798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6365628149836429798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/11/browsing-at-barnes-and-noble.html' title='Browsing at Barnes and Noble'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLQy4cbSjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/fjGukG5TsMo/s72-c/carmen_deedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2996579494758735893</id><published>2009-11-14T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:25:04.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty of Judging a Book by its Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLOMWjTxjI/AAAAAAAAAao/1-B8OikPx00/s1600/stranger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLOMWjTxjI/AAAAAAAAAao/1-B8OikPx00/s200/stranger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405109214405445170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So in the Media Center Mrs. Belmonte and I have our favorite books - one of hers is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stranger in the Woods&lt;/span&gt;. Every time a student borrows it she gets excited. Me? I never understood why - the cover sort of creeped me out. Last week I decided to venture further than the cover. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stranger in the Woods &lt;/span&gt;and the two books that follow: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost in the Woods&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First Snow in the Woods&lt;/span&gt; are wonderful stories that combine beautiful language and incredible photography by Carl Sams and Jean Stoick. Check them - they'd make great holiday gifts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2996579494758735893?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2996579494758735893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/11/guilty-of-judging-book-by-its-cover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2996579494758735893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2996579494758735893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/11/guilty-of-judging-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Guilty of Judging a Book by its Cover'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SwLOMWjTxjI/AAAAAAAAAao/1-B8OikPx00/s72-c/stranger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4369312484345759946</id><published>2009-11-08T13:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:26:27.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of updates - once school got going I lost all sense of time. Here we go...a handful of books I've read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SvcOT4sh3kI/AAAAAAAAAaI/d9UvUZc8RwY/s1600-h/Change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 74px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SvcOT4sh3kI/AAAAAAAAAaI/d9UvUZc8RwY/s200/Change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401802012853657154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;For adults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, A Change in Altitude&lt;/span&gt; by Anita Shreve was a big disappointment for me. I have really enjoyed her work in the past so when I decided to devote all my spare time last weekend to starting and finishing a book, I chose Shreve's new release. For me it came down to not having anyone to root for. Because of my past history with the author, I did not apply the 50 page rule and kept hoping that things might get better. They didn't. The best part was learning a little about Kenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Jarombek, Director of Youth Services at Perrot Library recommended some great books recently. Among them - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsunami&lt;/span&gt; (by       Kimiko Kajikawa), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are Cats in This Book (&lt;/span&gt;by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Viviane Schwarz) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wolves&lt;/span&gt; (by Emily Gravett). All three received rave reviews at our school wide reading celebration last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SvcOdgWm_8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rZSGaR0uL6A/s1600-h/tsunamicover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SvcOdgWm_8I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/rZSGaR0uL6A/s200/tsunamicover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401802178117959618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SvcOqYCRThI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PBTP3c-OcTo/s1600-h/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SvcOqYCRThI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PBTP3c-OcTo/s200/cats.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401802399223467538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SvcPCwDMtrI/AAAAAAAAAag/4sJseky0QrQ/s1600-h/wolvesaspx"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SvcPCwDMtrI/AAAAAAAAAag/4sJseky0QrQ/s200/wolvesaspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401802817986672306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4369312484345759946?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4369312484345759946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4369312484345759946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4369312484345759946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SvcOT4sh3kI/AAAAAAAAAaI/d9UvUZc8RwY/s72-c/Change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2094898044782284947</id><published>2009-10-04T17:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:54:01.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And for the Adults...</title><content type='html'>You've heard me use the term book diet - here are three books that exemplify this idea (at least in my mind).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SskY2F1cawI/AAAAAAAAAZw/s_oiuxFqbKA/s1600-h/TheImpostersDaughter_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SskY2F1cawI/AAAAAAAAAZw/s_oiuxFqbKA/s200/TheImpostersDaughter_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388865746683849474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Imposter's Daughter&lt;/span&gt; by Laurie Sandell is a graphic memoir. It seems Ms. Sandell's father isn't who she thought he was. The deception he wove and his wife enabled is impressive but this is also a story of how we view ourselves - should our lives be defined by our past? Where do we find the fortitude and inner resources to forgive and change. I picked this book up expecting something completely different than what I got. My guess is that Sandell set out to write a memoir about life with her dad and realized that she was as big a part of the story as he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SskZEXNbHdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jDGAys1LUx0/s1600-h/sweetness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SskZEXNbHdI/AAAAAAAAAaA/jDGAys1LUx0/s200/sweetness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388865991865998802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie&lt;/span&gt; by Alan Bradley is a wonderfully funny murder mystery. You can't help but love eleven year old sleuth Flavia as she uncovers the mystery of the dead body she found in her father's garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SskY7xpSm2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zPk5kQ6pbDE/s1600-h/kathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SskY7xpSm2I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/zPk5kQ6pbDE/s200/kathy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388865844343380834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Official Book Club Selection&lt;/span&gt; by Kathy Griffin is an engaging look at a performer who has truly worked her way to the top. Yes she can be crass; yes she can be incredibly indelicate but she is a gifted storyteller who has a tremendous amount of love for her parents and understands that fame is fleeting. This book had far more depth than I thought it would. Not Pulitzer Prize winning depth but a sweet, tender depth (along with some laugh out loud inappropriateness).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2094898044782284947?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2094898044782284947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-for-adults.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2094898044782284947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2094898044782284947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-for-adults.html' title='And for the Adults...'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SskY2F1cawI/AAAAAAAAAZw/s_oiuxFqbKA/s72-c/TheImpostersDaughter_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-6203222704374151836</id><published>2009-10-04T17:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:22:17.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unfinished Angel by Sharon Creech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SskR07JLosI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vDny8Y8xYDc/s1600-h/img540895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SskR07JLosI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vDny8Y8xYDc/s200/img540895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388858030052582082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Sharon Creech and am incredibly comfortable with her style so it was a surprise to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Unfinished Angel&lt;/span&gt; - a thoroughly delightful surprise. As a comparison, I am known for making a really good chocolate chip cookie so you might arch your eye brows were I to show up with meatballs. It might take a few bites but you would eventually realize I make a mean meatball too. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Unfinished Angel&lt;/span&gt; Sharon Creech invites us to Switzerland where her unnamed angel is looking for a purpose. Enter Zola, a feisty and determined girl who helps the angel find her way. Subtle humor and well defined characters make this a lovely read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-6203222704374151836?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/6203222704374151836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/10/unfinished-angel-by-sharon-creech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6203222704374151836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6203222704374151836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/10/unfinished-angel-by-sharon-creech.html' title='The Unfinished Angel by Sharon Creech'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SskR07JLosI/AAAAAAAAAZo/vDny8Y8xYDc/s72-c/img540895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3135716384487098982</id><published>2009-09-29T09:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:07:03.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Homework Machine by Dan Gutman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SsIUaGWP9hI/AAAAAAAAAZg/c4vfNeD5i-0/s1600-h/passthrough.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 123px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SsIUaGWP9hI/AAAAAAAAAZg/c4vfNeD5i-0/s200/passthrough.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386890542901622290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dan Gutman is back with the same cast of characters from The Homework Machine. A quick and fun read, the students once again tell their story through an interrogation by Police Chief Rebecca Fish. If you remember, Benton was receiving mysterious phone calls at the end of the original book - do they continue? Will the foursome try and make another machine (sixth grade is hard)? Will their new teacher, a former military man, rule the classroom with an iron fist? And where exactly did the machine land when they catapulted it into the Grand Canyon? Take a hike through Return of the Homework Machine - you won't be disappointed with the adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3135716384487098982?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3135716384487098982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/09/return-of-homework-machine-by-dan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3135716384487098982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3135716384487098982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/09/return-of-homework-machine-by-dan.html' title='Return of the Homework Machine by Dan Gutman'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SsIUaGWP9hI/AAAAAAAAAZg/c4vfNeD5i-0/s72-c/passthrough.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-6175537840472086000</id><published>2009-09-07T11:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:59:26.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuff for adults</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SqUtH3ov1YI/AAAAAAAAAYY/F-UI8iCppvY/s1600-h/swimsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SqUtH3ov1YI/AAAAAAAAAYY/F-UI8iCppvY/s200/swimsuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378754943181116802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday I stopped by the library and found James Patterson's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swimsuit&lt;/span&gt; on the shelf. Fluff for a Saturday at the beach. I read it and then wondered what exactly a shrink would say about Patterson and his collaborators - they weave these stories of evil and once you pick up the book you're engaged, whether you like it or not (which begs the question why do I keep going back for more).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SqUtPtMJ7lI/AAAAAAAAAYg/wqP_dYlXTmo/s1600-h/change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SqUtPtMJ7lI/AAAAAAAAAYg/wqP_dYlXTmo/s200/change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378755077815791186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One book I finished and highly recommend if you're looking to make a change in your life is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Changing-Good-Revolutionary-Overcoming-Positively/dp/038072572X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1252338376&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Changing for Good: A Revolutionary Six-Stage Program for Overcoming Bad Habits and Moving Your Life Positively Forward&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="ptBrand"&gt;by James O. Prochaska, John Norcross,  and Carlo DiClement. It's a fascinating look at how people change and reassuring in it's simplicity. Great food for thought (ie. change isn't linear), it offers simple suggestions on how to make meaningful change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SqUtYG0-sMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ukdrMwm8J9I/s1600-h/stitches_david_small_cover2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 78px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SqUtYG0-sMI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ukdrMwm8J9I/s200/stitches_david_small_cover2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378755222136860866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="ptBrand"&gt;I was at Barnes and Noble on Friday night and I stopped by the New Biography section and found a memoir by David Small, a children's book illustrator. Why is this memoir different? He wrote it graphically. It is a very quick, heart wrenching read. The reason I mention it is because some scoff at whether or not graphic novels are "real" books. Can a graphic novel adequately tell a story? If you read Stitches there will be no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="binding"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-6175537840472086000?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/6175537840472086000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-stuff-for-adults.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6175537840472086000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6175537840472086000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-stuff-for-adults.html' title='Some stuff for adults'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SqUtH3ov1YI/AAAAAAAAAYY/F-UI8iCppvY/s72-c/swimsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-205074410815610720</id><published>2009-08-23T11:43:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:56:19.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything but Typical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SpFnZ3q_i9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/UW59r2oxicI/s1600-h/typical"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SpFnZ3q_i9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/UW59r2oxicI/s200/typical" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373189524568378322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you liked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt; by Cynthia Lord then do yourself a favor and pick up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anything but Typical&lt;/span&gt; by Nora Raleigh Baskin. What Baskin has done is masterful. Written from the perspective of Jason,  a twelve boy with autism, the reader experiences what life is &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SpFnifL6npI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WoG7N0lM-yg/s1600-h/blue_day_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SpFnifL6npI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/WoG7N0lM-yg/s200/blue_day_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373189672614403730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like for him and how he negotiates a sometimes unfriendly world. The empathy Baskin has for her characters is awe-inspiring. And parents, if you're looking for an adult version of what it's like to be autistic, try reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Born on a Blue Day&lt;/span&gt;, a memoir by Daniel Tammet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-205074410815610720?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/205074410815610720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/anything-but-typical.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/205074410815610720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/205074410815610720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/anything-but-typical.html' title='Anything but Typical'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SpFnZ3q_i9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/UW59r2oxicI/s72-c/typical' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2902985838570058669</id><published>2009-08-23T11:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:42:20.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Blazer Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SpFjLhGLqyI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JjeCF--Xipc/s1600-h/redblazer"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SpFjLhGLqyI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JjeCF--Xipc/s200/redblazer" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373184879943723810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm always looking for a good mystery and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Red Blazer Girls&lt;/span&gt; not only filled that need but also brought me back to my days as a uniform wearing high school student (although our blazer was an ugly brown polyester not an engaging red). Four seventh grade friends, an old woman with a mysterious letter, her ex-husband and their estranged daughter, an eavesdropping maid and her creepy husband make for some interesting characters in Michael Biel's first book (and I didn't even mention the nice looking boy who not only helps but complicates things). Filled with puzzles both literary and mathematical, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Red Blazer Girls&lt;/span&gt; is a fun and innocent read for sixth graders and up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2902985838570058669?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2902985838570058669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-blazer-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2902985838570058669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2902985838570058669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-blazer-girls.html' title='The Red Blazer Girls'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SpFjLhGLqyI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JjeCF--Xipc/s72-c/redblazer' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3884257583791367245</id><published>2009-08-15T07:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:30:00.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluff and Not Fluff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SoafqXJ9HxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Tt2xhyDRPaU/s1600-h/cross_country.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SoafqXJ9HxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Tt2xhyDRPaU/s200/cross_country.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370155155804987154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Patterson takes the reader on a wild ride in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cross Country&lt;/span&gt;. After a brutal murder in the DC area, Detective Cross travels to Africa in search of The Tiger and sees brutality and desperation up close. Of course he escapes death time and time again. It's not great literature but it's fun for a day at the beach (when you don't have to watch the kids in the water....). The story did give me pause as Patterson's descriptions of Africa are heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was memoir day at the beach. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autobiography of a Face&lt;/span&gt; by Lucy Grealy tells her story, the story &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SoafxbtOSMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jgb2hMXtJG4/s1600-h/autobiography-of-a-face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 88px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SoafxbtOSMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jgb2hMXtJG4/s200/autobiography-of-a-face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370155277285738690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of young girl who does battle with Ewing's sarcoma. Discovered quite by accident, the cancer, Lucy learns, has a five percent survival rate. Despite parents who don't quite get how to care for a sick child (be tough, show no fear, don't cry), Lucy perseveres through years of daily radiation treatments, weekly chemo appointments, endless teasing by boys and 30 operations in two different countries. Is she a hero? I would say she showed heroic qualities at different parts of her life. Conflicted, complicated may be more apt descriptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SoagM5hQCCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0txEdFEmjV4/s1600-h/truth"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SoagM5hQCCI/AAAAAAAAAXo/0txEdFEmjV4/s200/truth" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370155749145053218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ann Patchett, author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bel Canto&lt;/span&gt;, wrote a memoir of her friendship with Lucy five years ago titled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truth and Beauty&lt;/span&gt;. Patchett and Grealy went to Sarah Lawrence together, though their knowledge of one another was minimal. It wasn't until the Iowa Writer's Workshop that they forged a bond. I read it when it came out simply because I love Patchett. If  I remember correctly, Patchett paints a hard picture of what it's like to be Grealy's friend (though she knew Grealy was a gifted poet).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3884257583791367245?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3884257583791367245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/fluff-and-not-fluff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3884257583791367245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3884257583791367245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/fluff-and-not-fluff.html' title='Fluff and Not Fluff'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SoafqXJ9HxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Tt2xhyDRPaU/s72-c/cross_country.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5241770742948261816</id><published>2009-08-09T10:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:01:57.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thought</title><content type='html'>I was lamenting recently that as my nieces and nephews grow they migrate from my area of book expertise (is there nothing better than picking out a picture book) but Friday night as I shopped at Barnes and Noble I had the most delightful realization - I only lose them for a short amount of time. Today, one of my favorite people in the whole world turns 23. My niece Megan is working as an MSW with at risk kids in Rhode Island. Yesterday I went up to see her first apartment and hangout for awhile. As a birthday present I brought with me three books and explained to her the reason for each one: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help&lt;/span&gt; (great literature; well developed characters); Janet Evanovich's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One for the Money &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(fluff at it's best) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Changing for Good &lt;/span&gt;by James Prochaska, John Norcross, and Carlo Diclemente (it's good to read books that make you think, plus Prochaska is a clinical psychologist and professor from URI, her new home state). But perhaps the best part of the day was spent at Border's browsing the fiction section - we had great conversation about books we've read; books we want to read and what some of our favorites are (although she was reluctant to use the term favorite, "I don't think I've had enough experience with books to have a favorite,"). I love being an aunt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5241770742948261816?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5241770742948261816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5241770742948261816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5241770742948261816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-more-thought.html' title='One more thought'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-9181744973972279852</id><published>2009-08-09T09:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:04:31.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never enough time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sn7XAKxkEMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RbxffHSXp0o/s1600-h/Photo+49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sn7XAKxkEMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RbxffHSXp0o/s200/Photo+49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367964203764420802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made two stops on Thursday - one at school and another one at the Rowayton Library. At school I picked up some new books and at the Rowayton Library I left with five books, including a Playaway of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Time Travelers Wife&lt;/span&gt; (thanks for the suggestion Mrs. F). In addition, I've got a number of books downloaded to my Kindle. It's safe to say they'll be even more reading than normal going on. The question is, will it be at the beach under the sun or at home in the big red chair. Only the weather knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-9181744973972279852?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/9181744973972279852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-enough-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/9181744973972279852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/9181744973972279852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-enough-time.html' title='Never enough time'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sn7XAKxkEMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/RbxffHSXp0o/s72-c/Photo+49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3446690645481201529</id><published>2009-08-09T09:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:49:16.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy Rose Big on Plans by Katy Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sn7Txtp7wEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8KLoCELkfw4/s1600-h/lucy"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sn7Txtp7wEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8KLoCELkfw4/s200/lucy" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367960656894738498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big on Plans&lt;/span&gt;, Lucy Rose tackles summer - all 92 days of it. Written in diary format we peak in on Lucy's life in Washington DC where she lives with her mom, her grandparents just a stone's throw away. It is a tough summer on so many different levels for Lucy Rose - she and her friends Jonique and Melonhead are put in charge of ridding an apricot tree of squirrels; her dad and mom are on the verge of getting a divorce and there's a new girl in town who just doesn't like her. But if Lucy Rose is one thing, she's plucky. And I find when one is plucky, life, no matter how hard it is, can be bearable and dare I say, enjoyable (especially when you're surrounded by people who love you).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3446690645481201529?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3446690645481201529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucy-rose-big-on-plans-by-katy-kelly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3446690645481201529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3446690645481201529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucy-rose-big-on-plans-by-katy-kelly.html' title='Lucy Rose Big on Plans by Katy Kelly'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sn7Txtp7wEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8KLoCELkfw4/s72-c/lucy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3979653924533628666</id><published>2009-08-09T09:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:39:15.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scat by Carl Hiaasen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sn7RNtzwFrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Lqn8-of2dJg/s1600-h/scat"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sn7RNtzwFrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Lqn8-of2dJg/s200/scat" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367957839437371058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really enjoy Carl Hiaasen's adult books - they are funny and engaging. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scat&lt;/span&gt; is his third book for kids and while humor is in play, the books, written for upper elementary and middle school audience are more ecological mystery than anything else. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scat&lt;/span&gt; the cast of characters ( Nick, Marta, Smoke, Twilly, and Mrs. Starch) do battle with the Red Diamond Energy Corporation as they fight for the survival of the Florida panther. Should you choose to read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scat &lt;/span&gt;be prepared to devote some time to the story; at 371 pages there's a lot to take in but it's well worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3979653924533628666?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3979653924533628666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/scat-by-carl-hiaasen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3979653924533628666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3979653924533628666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/scat-by-carl-hiaasen.html' title='Scat by Carl Hiaasen'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sn7RNtzwFrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Lqn8-of2dJg/s72-c/scat' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5046578620996441738</id><published>2009-08-02T20:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:53:48.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calvin Coconut Trouble Magnet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnY0jYr48gI/AAAAAAAAAW4/FeXLJZwC88k/s1600-h/calvin"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnY0jYr48gI/AAAAAAAAAW4/FeXLJZwC88k/s200/calvin" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365533788585128450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calvin Coconut Trouble Magnet&lt;/span&gt; by Graham Salisbury describes the adventures of an impish boy desperate to hold onto summer (despite the reality of school beginning in a few days). Set in Hawaii, Calvin takes us on a rollicking ride as he negotiates life with Stella, his new "sister," Tito, the school bully and Mr. Purdy, former Army drill sergeant, now fourth grade teacher. With simplicity&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Graham Salisbury gives us a story about friendship and family. And if Calvin is the kind of guy you'd like to hear more from, book two, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Zippy Fix&lt;/span&gt; will be available in September&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5046578620996441738?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5046578620996441738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/calvin-coconut-trouble-magnet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5046578620996441738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5046578620996441738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/calvin-coconut-trouble-magnet.html' title='Calvin Coconut Trouble Magnet'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnY0jYr48gI/AAAAAAAAAW4/FeXLJZwC88k/s72-c/calvin' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2600097671218957452</id><published>2009-08-01T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:23:49.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And some 1st grade favorite reads...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mercy Watson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Missing Piece&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur’s Honey Bear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouse &amp;amp; the Motorcycle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaurs before Dark&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flat Stanley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goalkeeper in Charge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew’s Loose Tooth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History of NY Yankees&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Things Work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Magic the Trouble w/ Violet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinkalicious&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Giving Tree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too Many Dogs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No David&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bark George&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burger Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who Broke Lincoln’s Thumb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets of Droon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Tree House&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Drew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Counting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atomic Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2600097671218957452?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2600097671218957452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-some-1st-grade-favorite-reads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2600097671218957452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2600097671218957452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-some-1st-grade-favorite-reads.html' title='And some 1st grade favorite reads...'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2332664286192884894</id><published>2009-08-01T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:01:47.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Reviews...from some 3rd graders</title><content type='html'>Prior to school ending I worked with some of the third graders on writing book reviews. I have been remiss in posting. We're going with the better late then never line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS5YCEIzKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_TkJh8eJl4A/s1600-h/ghost"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS5YCEIzKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_TkJh8eJl4A/s200/ghost" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365116878627327138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking for a good mystery? Annie and KK, daughters of the first woman president live in the White House and have heard all the stories about the Lincoln Bedroom. Their goal is to find out whether or not Lincoln’s ghost really haunts his old bedroom.  Does he or does he not? Read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ghost, The White House and Me&lt;/span&gt; to find out.&lt;br /&gt;Kara  &amp;amp; Allison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS6aXFitJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/b0EVrI0j6L0/s1600-h/matilda"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 61px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS6aXFitJI/AAAAAAAAAVI/b0EVrI0j6L0/s200/matilda" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118018141729938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matilda is a kid genius and had some tricks up her sleeve.  With mean parents and a fierce principal she has to find her way out of problems.  With all these people around her, can she prove she’s smart?&lt;br /&gt;Grace, Ryusei, &amp;amp; Gaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS6l3sSiKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BA_j7Lkh1Dk/s1600-h/coraline"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS6l3sSiKI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BA_j7Lkh1Dk/s200/coraline" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118215872743586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking for adventure? Join Coraline as she travels through locked doors and magic mirrors searching for her parents. Will she find them and the lost children before time runs out? Read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt; to find out!&lt;br /&gt;Jenna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/amycoupe/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/amycoupe/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS6x9omItI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dzg3ofZL1ls/s1600-h/thief"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 65px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS6x9omItI/AAAAAAAAAVY/dzg3ofZL1ls/s200/thief" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118423626293970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Percy Jackson is about to be kicked out of school for the tenth time when he overhears his friend Grover talking to his teacher about escorting him to a “half blood camp."  Percy doesn’t know what to think or who to turn to.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lightning Thief&lt;/span&gt; sends the reader on an action packed adventure.  Fasten your seat belt and read it.&lt;br /&gt;Gregory &amp;amp; Connor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS6-qxg7aI/AAAAAAAAAVg/17_D5VcILaw/s1600-h/fox"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 64px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS6-qxg7aI/AAAAAAAAAVg/17_D5VcILaw/s200/fox" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365118641901727138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;/span&gt; should definitely be on your summer reading list- it’s funny and silly.  The Farmers who aren’t as smart as they think they are try to kill the foxes (and all the other animals) again and again.  Read FMF to see if the farmers ever succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Philip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2332664286192884894?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2332664286192884894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-reviewsfrom-some-3rd-graders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2332664286192884894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2332664286192884894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/book-reviewsfrom-some-3rd-graders.html' title='Book Reviews...from some 3rd graders'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnS5YCEIzKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/_TkJh8eJl4A/s72-c/ghost' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3480836154420253690</id><published>2009-08-01T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:54:35.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Reads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=106983620"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnScvZcH3II/AAAAAAAAAUo/t4HoMEBg2zU/s200/beach-chair350.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365085394201730178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an email from a friend this morning with a list of NPR listeners Best Beach Reads. She wondered how many I had read and how many were actually read on the beach. After looking at the list I realized two things -  there's a whole lot I haven't read and perhaps my definition of a beach read is very different than a listener of NPR. I was happy to see Barbara Kingsolver mentioned multiple times; Pat Conroy, too. And I can't argue with Harry Potter at number one but a few books screamed high school English instead of beach chair. What do you think? Click the beach chair for the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3480836154420253690?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3480836154420253690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/beach-reads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3480836154420253690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3480836154420253690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/beach-reads.html' title='Beach Reads'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnScvZcH3II/AAAAAAAAAUo/t4HoMEBg2zU/s72-c/beach-chair350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-1985342418158629217</id><published>2009-08-01T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:36:10.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Breaks by Susan Patron</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnSY3jAIuFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ArFFMmHCsZw/s1600-h/Lucky+Breaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnSY3jAIuFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ArFFMmHCsZw/s200/Lucky+Breaks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365081136161142866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky lives with her French guardian Brigitte in Hard Pan, California (population 43). Despite it's small size, Hard Pan has a way of teaching Lucky some of life's most important lessons, especially the week before her 11th birthday. In addition to Brigitte, Lucky has her best friends Lincoln and  Paloma, Miles a six year old boy genius and a whole bunch of quirky  locals to help her find her way. Susan Patron won the Newbery Award for the first book in this series: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Higher Power of Lucky. &lt;/span&gt;I found&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lucky Breaks&lt;/span&gt; equally engaging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-1985342418158629217?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/1985342418158629217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucky-breaks-by-susan-patron.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1985342418158629217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/1985342418158629217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucky-breaks-by-susan-patron.html' title='Lucky Breaks by Susan Patron'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SnSY3jAIuFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/ArFFMmHCsZw/s72-c/Lucky+Breaks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-6314109980605859960</id><published>2009-08-01T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:20:08.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Help by Kathryn Stockett</title><content type='html'>Caroline Robbins was right. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help&lt;/span&gt; by Kathryn Stockett is a wonderful read. From the first page you are drawn into life in Jackson, Mississippi, 1962. Told in three alternating voices, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help &lt;/span&gt;explores the relationships between white women and their African American maids. Miss Skeeter is 22 years old, a college graduate living at home. Unlike her friends, she wants a life beyond wife and mother. Thanks to Constantine, the maid who raised her, she sees with her heart, the color of one's skin doesn't matter. Aibileen is a black maid who has helped raise 17 children. Her only son was killed in a work accident when little was done by his bosses to help save his life. Loving and smart, Aibileen understands the dynamics of being black in the south and is ready to shake things up. Aibileen's best friend Minny is the third narrator. Married with five kids and an abusive husband, Minny has been blacklisted by the women of Jackson - she steals, she talks back, she is disrespectful. Not all of it true, Minny eventually finds work with Miss Celia and realizes that Skeeter is colorblind and on her side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-6314109980605859960?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/6314109980605859960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-by-kathryn-stockett.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6314109980605859960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6314109980605859960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/08/help-by-kathryn-stockett.html' title='The Help by Kathryn Stockett'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-398403948841327535</id><published>2009-07-28T16:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:09:12.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Website</title><content type='html'>Sue and I are often stumped when asked what book comes next in a series. I just came across a great website that will help us out: &lt;a href="http://www2.kdl.org/libcat/WhatsNextNEW.asp"&gt;What's Next?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It includes lists for both adult and youth series.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-398403948841327535?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/398403948841327535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-website.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/398403948841327535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/398403948841327535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-website.html' title='Great Website'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-6350958331242943084</id><published>2009-07-28T15:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:42:36.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sm9iMyUabcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BNoJABJss5g/s1600-h/Help_FINAL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 118px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sm9iMyUabcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BNoJABJss5g/s200/Help_FINAL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363613653026893250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard from Caroline Robbins this morning and she says,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help &lt;/span&gt;by Kathryn Stockett is not only the best book she's read this summer but the best book she's read in a long time. I picked it up at the library last week so I put the book I'm reading down and dove right in this morning. Already, I am hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we talk about with the kids (and I apologize if I mentioned this before) is the value of recommendations. As I was reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help &lt;/span&gt;at the beach &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sm9iTZ9lsaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vwcQxZBnd9I/s1600-h/outlander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sm9iTZ9lsaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vwcQxZBnd9I/s200/outlander.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363613766747795874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;today one of my favorite "book recommenders, " Annie, walked by and struck up a conversation. She lives down the street from my brother and his family and I see her every so often. Inevitably we talk books. When she saw what I was reading she said it was on her list and suggested another book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Outlander&lt;/span&gt; by Gil Adamson. "Great page turner," said Annie (who loves to read so much she would occasionally hide in the closet so her kids wouldn't find her and she could finish reading a book).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more note from Caroline Robbins: Jane Green will be at Just Books in Old Greenwich on Tuesday, August 4th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-6350958331242943084?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/6350958331242943084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/value-of-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6350958331242943084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6350958331242943084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/value-of-friends.html' title='The Value of Friends'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sm9iMyUabcI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BNoJABJss5g/s72-c/Help_FINAL.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2399524504170382519</id><published>2009-07-28T15:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:07:56.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet Evanovich - Fluff at its best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sm9VtOK2aKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gMVh4kUrtfk/s1600-h/finger-lickin-15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sm9VtOK2aKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gMVh4kUrtfk/s200/finger-lickin-15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363599916607629474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit there may be some who question why I'll take a Janet Evanovich mystery over a Jane Green novel but in my book you can't go wrong when there are ample opportunities to laugh at inappropriate topics. In &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Finger Lickin' Fifteen&lt;/span&gt;, Evanovich has once again placed Stephanie, Lula and Grandma Mazur into situations that are completely unbelievable  but engaging in a summer beach chair kind of way. It's a quick, easy read that will have you smiling right up until the last page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2399524504170382519?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2399524504170382519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/janet-evanovich-fluff-at-its-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2399524504170382519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2399524504170382519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/janet-evanovich-fluff-at-its-best.html' title='Janet Evanovich - Fluff at its best'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sm9VtOK2aKI/AAAAAAAAAUI/gMVh4kUrtfk/s72-c/finger-lickin-15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4699599463497006069</id><published>2009-07-26T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:51:44.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chick Lit - Oh my goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmylgVxMidI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XgoQc8N5-JA/s1600-h/dune_road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmylgVxMidI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XgoQc8N5-JA/s200/dune_road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362843231309302226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer I was introduced to the Chick Lit genre. I read some Jane Green stuff and a book by &lt;span class="shvl-byline"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Elin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hilderbrand&lt;/span&gt;. It was good for passing an afternoon on the beach. Well I just finished Green's latest - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dune Road&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wow. I often suggest to the kids that every story starts with the question, "What if...." Suffice it to say, Jane Green asked a lot of what ifs (there is a bit of a spoiler ahead but what I give away is fairly predictable): What if the main character is recently divorced, has a distant mother who has rejected her from birth, falls in love with Steve who is actually Jed, her best friend's conniving ex-husband while finding out that she also has a half sister she never knew about who grew up in England. And that's only half of it. Jane Green lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Westport&lt;/span&gt; and draws a fairly harsh picture of life on the Gold Coast. As most of you know, I am not an expert on family life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fairfield&lt;/span&gt; County but allow me to say, if even just a little bit of the story has some truth there's some exciting stuff going on :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4699599463497006069?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4699599463497006069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/chick-lit-oh-my-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4699599463497006069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4699599463497006069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/chick-lit-oh-my-goodness.html' title='Chick Lit - Oh my goodness'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmylgVxMidI/AAAAAAAAAUA/XgoQc8N5-JA/s72-c/dune_road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4838514066417146632</id><published>2009-07-23T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:37:21.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Two Nutmegs</title><content type='html'>Just finished the last two Nutmeg nominees, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paint the Wind&lt;/span&gt; by Pam Munoz Ryan and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stumptown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kid &lt;/span&gt;by Carol Gorman. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmjA-3SipdI/AAAAAAAAATw/OtJgDP622M8/s1600-h/paint.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 59px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmjA-3SipdI/AAAAAAAAATw/OtJgDP622M8/s200/paint.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361747542610716114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Horse stories are popular in the media center. We have a lot of kids who take riding lessons and they naturally gravitate towards the Marguerite Henry shelf. I am not an expert in this area but I think Ms. Ryan has put together a terrific story about a young girl who is desperate to find a connection with her horse loving parents who were killed in a car accident. Raised by her bitter and overprotective paternal grandmother in California, Maya is kept from her mother's Wyoming ranching family. When she is finally reunited with Moose (her grandfather), her Uncle Fig,  Aunt Vi and cousin Payton will she fit in? Take a gallop through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paint the Wind&lt;/span&gt; and find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmjE51AftOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/z-UepWSJecM/s1600-h/kid.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 62px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmjE51AftOI/AAAAAAAAAT4/z-UepWSJecM/s200/kid.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361751854145320162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are often asked what's next after Matt Christopher, the prolific author of sports stories. Mike Lupica and Dan Gutman have written a number of upper elementary sports themed novels that we recommend. Now we can add &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stumptown Kid&lt;/span&gt; to our list. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kid&lt;/span&gt; takes place in Holden, Iowa, 1952. Baseball is king and the desire to make the Wildcats, a team of 11 and 12 year olds, far greater than anything Charlie has ever felt. Brad Lobo has no use for Charlie and provides enough distractions during tryouts that Charlie doesn't make the roster. Enter Luther Peale, a twenty something African American who has found his way to Holden to start a new life. Mr. Peale and Charlie strike up a friendship and Luther who has played some ball, starts coaching a rag-a-muffin team to take on the Wildcats. Unfortunately, being African American in Holden in 1952 is a big deal and racism is rampant. Ms. Gorman explores the topic with sensitivity and raises the bar when it comes to sports stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4838514066417146632?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4838514066417146632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-two-nutmegs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4838514066417146632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4838514066417146632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-two-nutmegs.html' title='Last Two Nutmegs'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmjA-3SipdI/AAAAAAAAATw/OtJgDP622M8/s72-c/paint.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5897466248809465637</id><published>2009-07-22T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T15:54:53.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two More Picture Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmdtLDa63jI/AAAAAAAAATY/IEuvuGj_GEc/s1600-h/pictures.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmdtLDa63jI/AAAAAAAAATY/IEuvuGj_GEc/s200/pictures.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361373918072069682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of summer vacation I offer you two picture books on the subject: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures from Our Vacation&lt;/span&gt; by Lynne Rae Perkins and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Couple of Boys Have the Best Week Ever&lt;/span&gt; by Marla Frazee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmdtmM4nrcI/AAAAAAAAATo/AUWTMAHAh50/s1600-h/boys.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 79px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmdtmM4nrcI/AAAAAAAAATo/AUWTMAHAh50/s200/boys.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361374384469028290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have wonderful memories of family vacations - my parents would pile us all in the car and head down to Bayhead on the Jersey shore. A U-Haul filled with trunks (two weeks of clothes and beach towels for nine people takes up a lot of room), bikes and other assorted sports equipment, trailed behind. Perkins and Frazee capture the joy of summer vacation beautifully. My favorite sentiment is from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pictures&lt;/span&gt; when the narrator realizes that some of the best memories reside in our hearts, not in our photo albums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5897466248809465637?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5897466248809465637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-more-picture-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5897466248809465637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5897466248809465637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/two-more-picture-books.html' title='Two More Picture Books'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmdtLDa63jI/AAAAAAAAATY/IEuvuGj_GEc/s72-c/pictures.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2635197425354777051</id><published>2009-07-22T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:04:17.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Books</title><content type='html'>I am stuck at home today waiting for the invisible fence guy to come and repair a break in the line. What to do? Make my way through a stack of picture books, most with a dog theme. Here are some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Smdmto9rAFI/AAAAAAAAASg/VwYHCoc2780/s1600-h/chowder.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Smdmto9rAFI/AAAAAAAAASg/VwYHCoc2780/s200/chowder.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361366815684100178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chowder&lt;/span&gt; by Peter Brown - back when Jenny Lawton owned Just Books Too we were lucky enough to have Peter visit our first grades twice. He is a young author with a great sense of humor. His two Chowder books and Flight of the Dodo get a lot of use in the Media Center. If you've never heard of Chowder or the Wubbingtons you're missing out (plus you have to like an author whose website is: &lt;a href="http://www.somebrownstuff.com"&gt;www.somebrownstuff.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog Blue&lt;/span&gt; by Polly Dunbar - there's something to be said about having a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Smdnda0vIHI/AAAAAAAAASw/i8SVxx1p6zc/s1600-h/bookshop.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Smdnda0vIHI/AAAAAAAAASw/i8SVxx1p6zc/s200/bookshop.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361367636522246258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bookshop Dog&lt;/span&gt; by Cynthia Rylant - truth be told, my dream has always been to own a bookstore, dog by my side. For now, I live vicariously through Cynthia Rylant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha &lt;/span&gt;books by Susan Meddaugh - after reading a Martha book I'm always tempted to feed our dogs some alphabet soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Dog School&lt;/span&gt; by Barbara M. Joosse - are perfectly behaved dogs fun to have around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmdnwDNKNNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Jp8l-iLJX8Y/s1600-h/pete.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmdnwDNKNNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Jp8l-iLJX8Y/s200/pete.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361367956599747794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smartypants (Pete in School)&lt;/span&gt; by Maira Klaman - Pete is my favorite naughty dog as he too is a wheaten like my Oscar and while he's never eaten the pants off a math teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houndsley and Catina and the Quiet Time&lt;/span&gt; by James Howe - a simple beginning chapter book about friendship. Were we all to have friends like Houndsley we'd be in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dog Show&lt;/span&gt; by Elizabeth Winthrop - a perfect definition of what it means to be man's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella Unleashed: Notes from the Doghouse&lt;/span&gt; by Linda Ashman - Ashman captures a dog's life in poetry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2635197425354777051?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2635197425354777051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2635197425354777051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2635197425354777051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/picture-books.html' title='Picture Books'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Smdmto9rAFI/AAAAAAAAASg/VwYHCoc2780/s72-c/chowder.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5057677043496986157</id><published>2009-07-19T15:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:43:58.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls from Ames: A Story of Women and a Forty-Year Friendship by Jeffrey Zaslow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmN3SLTCkLI/AAAAAAAAASY/Y-7P2f-4r3s/s1600-h/ames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmN3SLTCkLI/AAAAAAAAASY/Y-7P2f-4r3s/s200/ames.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360259135655022770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girls from Ames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; by Jeffrey Zaslow is a fascinating look at 11 women from Ames, Iowa who have been friends for more than 40 years. Zaslow not only profiles the individual women but also examines the value and benefits of friendship, in particular female friendships. I am of similar age to the women in the book and it was fascinating to note that their proximity to cornfields did not make them any less different than me - a girl from Larchmont NY. Love, joy, sorrow, adversity - they see each other through it all. While I don't go back 40 years with too many people, those I do share a history with are special. There is something to be said for having a friend you can call anytime, day or night, and know that they are with you no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5057677043496986157?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5057677043496986157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-from-ames-story-of-women-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5057677043496986157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5057677043496986157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-from-ames-story-of-women-and.html' title='The Girls from Ames: A Story of Women and a Forty-Year Friendship by Jeffrey Zaslow'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmN3SLTCkLI/AAAAAAAAASY/Y-7P2f-4r3s/s72-c/ames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4390199064010773761</id><published>2009-07-19T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:29:37.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow: A Novel in Verse by Juanita Havill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmN0A-6lywI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lUkp2uAxXTg/s1600-h/grow_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmN0A-6lywI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lUkp2uAxXTg/s200/grow_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360255541738588930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you enjoyed reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love that Dog&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hate that Cat&lt;/span&gt; (both by Sharon Creech) you might want to pick up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grow: A Novel in Verse&lt;/span&gt; by Juanita Havill. Twelve year old Kate joins Berneetha, the neighborhood "fat lady" to transform an empty lot into a beautiful garden. Along the way we meet up with Harlan, a troubled young man who wants to be given a second chance along with a host of others who realize the value of community. A quick and delightful read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4390199064010773761?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4390199064010773761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/grow-novel-in-verse-by-juanita-havill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4390199064010773761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4390199064010773761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/grow-novel-in-verse-by-juanita-havill.html' title='Grow: A Novel in Verse by Juanita Havill'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmN0A-6lywI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lUkp2uAxXTg/s72-c/grow_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2993957121509126842</id><published>2009-07-19T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:21:37.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of the Dog by Grace Lin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmNuHXj4wkI/AAAAAAAAASI/fKkmgLTqoB0/s1600-h/yearofdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmNuHXj4wkI/AAAAAAAAASI/fKkmgLTqoB0/s200/yearofdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360249054363697730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another Nutmeg nominee,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Year of the Dog&lt;/span&gt; by Grace Lin, provides a look at what it's like growing up Chinese American. It can't be easy being the only Chinese student in her grade but Grace manages it with finesse and balance. When her mother explains The Year of the Dog is a good year for friendship and "finding herself," Grace sets off on a year long search for both. I love opportunities to look at the world from different perspectives - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grace Lin has has done a masterful job of allowing the reader to experience life as Grace, a young Chinese American girl. Told from Grace's perspective along with vignettes from her parents' lives, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Year of the Dog&lt;/span&gt; is a feel-good read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2993957121509126842?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2993957121509126842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/year-of-dog-by-grace-lin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2993957121509126842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2993957121509126842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/year-of-dog-by-grace-lin.html' title='The Year of the Dog by Grace Lin'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SmNuHXj4wkI/AAAAAAAAASI/fKkmgLTqoB0/s72-c/yearofdog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-7613210288767601107</id><published>2009-07-16T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T13:41:11.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sl9kvxpgv9I/AAAAAAAAASA/wdaQxzDIL2I/s1600-h/eng+The+Guernsey+Literary+and+Potato+Peel+Pie+Society.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sl9kvxpgv9I/AAAAAAAAASA/wdaQxzDIL2I/s200/eng+The+Guernsey+Literary+and+Potato+Peel+Pie+Society.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359112853538258898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="latest_status"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="latest_text_full"&gt;&lt;span class="status-text"&gt;Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows have written a thoroughly delightful read.  Told in letters, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="latest_status"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="latest_text_full"&gt;&lt;span class="status-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt; celebrates friendship and books. Taking place over eight months in 1946, we meet and get to know intimately characters who you'd want very much to invite to dinner. The end of the war serves as a backdrop and while suffering is part of the story, it doesn't overwhelm you. Sometimes I wonder what is the highest compliment one can give to a book and I think this is it - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="latest_status"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="latest_text_full"&gt;&lt;span class="status-text"&gt;I didn't want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="latest_status"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="latest_text_full"&gt;&lt;span class="status-text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="latest_status"&gt;&lt;span style="display: inline;" id="latest_text_full"&gt;&lt;span class="status-text"&gt; to end. (An interesting side note, Annie Barrows is the author of the Ivy and Bean series for kids.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" id="latest_status"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); display: none;" id="latest_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="status-text"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" id="latest_status"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); display: none;" id="latest_text"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" class="status-text"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-7613210288767601107?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/7613210288767601107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/guernsey-literary-and-potato-peel-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7613210288767601107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7613210288767601107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/guernsey-literary-and-potato-peel-pie.html' title='The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sl9kvxpgv9I/AAAAAAAAASA/wdaQxzDIL2I/s72-c/eng+The+Guernsey+Literary+and+Potato+Peel+Pie+Society.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-8250836093842331566</id><published>2009-07-14T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:30:26.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Nutmeg Books</title><content type='html'>I have been putting a dent in the Nutmegs. Here's what I've read - the quick overview is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nutmegaward&lt;/span&gt;.org and then I follow with my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlyPtmt8E5I/AAAAAAAAARg/O1TCjG2WwE0/s1600-h/doublei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlyPtmt8E5I/AAAAAAAAARg/O1TCjG2WwE0/s200/doublei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358315670314161042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Double Identity &lt;/span&gt;by Margaret Peterson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haddix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What would you do if your parents dropped you off at an unknown aunt’s house in the middle of the night, in an unknown town, where everyone you met looked at you as if they just saw a ghost? This is Bethany’s living nightmare, and it takes all her courage to slowly unravel the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never read a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Haddix&lt;/span&gt; novel and am glad I finally did. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Double Identity&lt;/span&gt; is fast-paced and has it's fair share of twists and turns. Some interesting questions arise about cloning so don't be afraid to discuss them with an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlyWMPRZPyI/AAAAAAAAARw/XSCtdwRoMF8/s1600-h/rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlyWMPRZPyI/AAAAAAAAARw/XSCtdwRoMF8/s200/rules.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358322793666133794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rules&lt;/span&gt; by Cynthia Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have to tell your autistic brother “to keep his pants on in public,” how can you hope for a normal life? Catherine discovers that her own behavior with new neighbor Kristi and wheelchair-bound Jason make her look again at what “normal” really means."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put simply&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;Rules &lt;/span&gt;is a delightful story about what it means to be a sister and discovering the gifts in the people around you - even if they are related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sl8p3AMONsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/m7FE2Qbl2-w/s1600-h/drita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sl8p3AMONsI/AAAAAAAAAR4/m7FE2Qbl2-w/s200/drita.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359048106514986690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Drita&lt;/span&gt; My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Homegirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  by Jenny Lombard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Drita&lt;/span&gt; emigrates to New York City from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kosovo&lt;/span&gt;.  During a social studies project, she meets Maxie, a native New Yorker who can’t seem to stay quiet in school.  What can two girls from such different worlds possibly have in common? More than you think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told in the voices of Maxie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Drita&lt;/span&gt;, Jenny Lombard does a great job of exploring the ups and downs of being an outsider and what it takes to be a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-8250836093842331566?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/8250836093842331566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-nutmeg-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8250836093842331566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8250836093842331566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-nutmeg-books.html' title='More Nutmeg Books'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlyPtmt8E5I/AAAAAAAAARg/O1TCjG2WwE0/s72-c/doublei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4822363244678282003</id><published>2009-07-10T16:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:15:56.809-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Film Club by David Gilmour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Slen23qMw0I/AAAAAAAAARY/beT9spPmtQI/s1600-h/film-club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Slen23qMw0I/AAAAAAAAARY/beT9spPmtQI/s200/film-club.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356934842876216130" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Canadian film critic and novelist David Gilmour's memoir, &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Film Club&lt;/font&gt;, is both a book about a parents love and how to watch a movie. When he saw his son Jesse failing and unhappy in high school, Gilmour told him he could drop out of school if he (Jesse) agreed to watch three movies a week with him (Gilmour). Jesse jumped at the opportunity. If you can suspend judgement of Gilmour's parenting style and appreciate a father's unconditional love for his son, this book is a good read. If you are a movie buff and are interested in how a critic looks at a film, this book is a good read. (As an aside, having read &lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Film Club&lt;/font&gt; I realize how simple my own take on movies is - did I enjoy it or not? There is a list of the movies mentioned  and I'm looking forward to seeing them, perhaps with a new eye.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4822363244678282003?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4822363244678282003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/film-club-by-david-gilmour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4822363244678282003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4822363244678282003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/film-club-by-david-gilmour.html' title='The Film Club by David Gilmour'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Slen23qMw0I/AAAAAAAAARY/beT9spPmtQI/s72-c/film-club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-5611336490722701166</id><published>2009-07-09T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T22:07:12.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog's Life: Autobiography of a Stray by Ann M. Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlaiCEdT7jI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cy_sq8wsWsM/s1600-h/dogslife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlaiCEdT7jI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cy_sq8wsWsM/s200/dogslife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356646963243904562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ann M. Martin, lives and writes in upstate New York. She also volunteers for an animal rescue organization. In her book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dog’s Life&lt;/span&gt; she tells the story of Squirrel, a puppy born in a gardening shack surrounded by cats and mice and other assorted animals. Squirrel’s mother took wonderful care of Squirrel and her brother Bone – showing them how to hunt and find food but when they reached an age where they could take care of themselves she left and Squirrel and Bone were left to fend for themselves. Told from Squirrel’s perspective, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dog’s Life&lt;/span&gt; explores what it takes for a stray dog to survive – moving from town-to-town, where to find water, how to deal with traffic and highways, when to trust and when not to. It is by no means an easy life but it does become a way of life for Squirrel. And based on her encounters with humans you can understand why she might prefer to be on her own. When you read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dog’s Life&lt;/span&gt; perhaps you’ll ask yourself the same question I did – will Squirrel, who from all appearances sees like a lovely dog (I’d invite her to live with me), ever find someone to love and be loved by? Read the book and find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-5611336490722701166?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/5611336490722701166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/dogs-life-autobiography-of-stray-by-ann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5611336490722701166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/5611336490722701166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/dogs-life-autobiography-of-stray-by-ann.html' title='A Dog&apos;s Life: Autobiography of a Stray by Ann M. Martin'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlaiCEdT7jI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cy_sq8wsWsM/s72-c/dogslife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2208661630874723767</id><published>2009-07-09T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:53:25.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knucklehead by Jon Scieszka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlZynQXUxdI/AAAAAAAAARI/_Tst0x3zBbg/s1600-h/knucklehead"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 115px; height: 169px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlZynQXUxdI/AAAAAAAAARI/_Tst0x3zBbg/s200/knucklehead" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356594825537045970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have brothers? Did you ever wonder what it would be like to have brothers? Jon Scieszka (rhymes with Fresca), author of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The True Story of the Three Little Pigs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Stinky Cheese Man&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cowboy and Octopus&lt;/span&gt; was one of six boys. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knucklehead&lt;/span&gt; is a tribute to growing up Scieszka. Thirty-eight vignettes tell the family story (did you know seven pounds is enough to break a collarbone). Jon's mom was an RN, his dad, an elementary school principal. Instead of calling the boys by their names his parents would often call them knucklehead. As in, "Which knucklehead took a bite of the turkey last night and filled the hole in with stuffing?" Or, "Hey knuckleheads, get in the car, it's time for church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the sixth of seven, I was often called KevindebbiebrendantimmydeirdreAMY. This memoir made me laugh...and laugh...and laugh. It is perfection - no matter what size your family is. How perfect? I'll be ordering two copies for my elementary age nephews (all the nieces are too old for it).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2208661630874723767?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2208661630874723767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/knucklehead-by-jon-scieszka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2208661630874723767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2208661630874723767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/knucklehead-by-jon-scieszka.html' title='Knucklehead by Jon Scieszka'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlZynQXUxdI/AAAAAAAAARI/_Tst0x3zBbg/s72-c/knucklehead' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-4786624375162496793</id><published>2009-07-08T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T16:43:12.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 50 Page Rule</title><content type='html'>There is a librarian out in Washington state who introduced me to the 50 page rule. Her theory is that giving a book 50 pages to reveal itself is plenty of time. If at 50 pages you are not engaged, don't care about the characters and dread the thought of finishing the book, put it down - there are too many good books out there to waste time with one that doesn't speak to you. (I wish I was aware of this rule back in 1984 when I was reading Stephen King's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christine.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-4786624375162496793?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/4786624375162496793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/50-page-rule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4786624375162496793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/4786624375162496793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/50-page-rule.html' title='The 50 Page Rule'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2375716381281391781</id><published>2009-07-06T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:47:54.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Archer's Quest by Linda Sue Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlJ1cXZzZ-I/AAAAAAAAARA/4t9LdZvkwOA/s1600-h/archer"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlJ1cXZzZ-I/AAAAAAAAARA/4t9LdZvkwOA/s200/archer" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355472037075970018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the nice things about doing the Nutmeg Book Bowl with the fifth grade is I have to read books I might normally pick up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Archer's Quest&lt;/span&gt; by Linda Sue Park is one of those books. Kevin is twelve and home alone - he had a half day of school and his parents are working late. He's finished with all but his social studies homework and is doing a fine job avoiding it when suddenly there is a man in his room brandishing a bow and arrow. Not only is he brandishing a bow and arrow but he used it to nick the button at the top of Kevin's hat. Who is this man? Would you believe  the Korean king, Chu Mong who founded the Koguryo Kingdom in 37 BC? What follows is a delightful time travel story of a 21st century boy trying to help a Korean King from 2000 years ago get back to his home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2375716381281391781?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2375716381281391781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/archers-quest-by-linda-sue-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2375716381281391781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2375716381281391781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/archers-quest-by-linda-sue-park.html' title='Archer&apos;s Quest by Linda Sue Park'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlJ1cXZzZ-I/AAAAAAAAARA/4t9LdZvkwOA/s72-c/archer' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2830426105446091047</id><published>2009-07-06T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:00:11.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Bound by Dr. Jerri Nielson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlIDGZ_oF6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fa5hoJ2Gx2Q/s1600-h/ice.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlIDGZ_oF6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fa5hoJ2Gx2Q/s200/ice.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355346315488794530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I saw Dr. Nielson's obituary a couple of weeks ago I decided to pick up her book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice Bound: A Doctor's Incredible Battle for Survival at the South Pole.&lt;/span&gt; If you don't remember - Dr. Nielson was the lone physician at the South Pole during the polar winter of 1999. Her job was to care for all the physical and emotional needs of her 40 colleagues. Because it gets so cold  during the polar winter, planes cannot land or depart. It is shortly after the last plane leaves that Dr. Nielson discovers a lump in her breast. She keeps an eye on it for three months before deciding she needs help - but where does one get help when you are ice bound? Ice Bound is not just Dr. Nielson's story - it is the story of 41 people who come together as one to help a friend; it is the story of an oncologist in Indiana who  finds a way to be both hopeful and honest with a patient she has never met; it is the story of a family who loves their daughter and sister so much they would do anything for her.  It's not an easy read (her back story is fascinating) but it does give one pause (much like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/span&gt;) - how different is their DNA than mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2830426105446091047?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2830426105446091047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-bound-by-dr-jerri-nielson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2830426105446091047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2830426105446091047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-bound-by-dr-jerri-nielson.html' title='Ice Bound by Dr. Jerri Nielson'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SlIDGZ_oF6I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fa5hoJ2Gx2Q/s72-c/ice.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-2181877390474667161</id><published>2009-07-04T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:11:26.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Turtle by Drew Carlson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sk-MLPQusvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AbUvSagZ5Y4/s1600-h/turtle"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sk-MLPQusvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AbUvSagZ5Y4/s200/turtle" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354652606669959922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I didn't do it on purpose, the timing was perfect for reading the historical fiction novel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attack of the Turtle&lt;/span&gt; by Drew Carlson. Set in Connecticut and New York during the summer of 1776, Turtle tells the story of 14 year old Nathan Wade, a fisherman's son, who works with his cousins David, a 33 year recent Yale graduate and 27 year old Ezra, a farmer,  to build the first submarine used in warfare. Special appearances by Dr. Benjamin Franklin, Generals Putnam and Washington, give the reader a good look into what it must have been like to for the Patriots as they battled the British in NY Harbor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-2181877390474667161?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/2181877390474667161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/attack-of-turtle-by-drew-carlson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2181877390474667161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/2181877390474667161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/attack-of-turtle-by-drew-carlson.html' title='Attack of the Turtle by Drew Carlson'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sk-MLPQusvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/AbUvSagZ5Y4/s72-c/turtle' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-6515776002695622286</id><published>2009-07-04T07:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:01:05.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olive Kitteridge and Other Books I Hope to Read</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago I sat down with the NY Times Book Review, chatted with colleagues and created my own summer reading list. While I will be reading plenty of kids books I also need to feed my soul with the adult variety. For the record, I enjoy both the fluff and denser, character driven books. I'll read a memoir or two as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sk86ohYR5bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OaIB8BNrJl0/s1600-h/olive-kitteridge_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sk86ohYR5bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OaIB8BNrJl0/s200/olive-kitteridge_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354562949796193714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I met Elizabeth Strout's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Olive Kitteridge&lt;/span&gt; and was engaged by the second page. Set in a small coastal town in Maine where people are a bit more complex then one might think, Strout weaves 11 stories together in which Olive plays either a major or minor part. She is an incredibly flawed and engaging character who you want to alternately cheer for and yell at. Sometimes I judge a book by whether or not I'd like to be friends with the main character - I think Olive would have frustrated me but I could see having dinner with the Kitteridge family every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Elegance of the Hedgehog&lt;/span&gt; by Muriel Barbery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girl Who Stopped Swimming&lt;/span&gt; by Joshilyn Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society&lt;/span&gt; by MA Shaffer and Annie Barrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Downhill Lie&lt;/span&gt; by Carl Hiaasen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Film Club&lt;/span&gt; by David Gilmour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Crowd Sounds Happy&lt;/span&gt; by Nicholas Dawidoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The End of Overeating&lt;/span&gt; by David A. Kessler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help&lt;/span&gt; by Kathryn Stock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ice Bound&lt;/span&gt; by Dr. Jerri Nielson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I can get my hands on the new Janet Evanovich, James Patterson and Jane Green books...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-6515776002695622286?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/6515776002695622286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/olive-kitteridge-and-other-books-i-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6515776002695622286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/6515776002695622286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/olive-kitteridge-and-other-books-i-hope.html' title='Olive Kitteridge and Other Books I Hope to Read'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sk86ohYR5bI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OaIB8BNrJl0/s72-c/olive-kitteridge_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3486608480799231441</id><published>2009-07-02T19:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:15:11.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost's Grave by Peg Kehret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sk09wTubFEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-IxdnC8xChk/s1600-h/ghostsgrave"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sk09wTubFEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-IxdnC8xChk/s200/ghostsgrave" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354003432151389250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the first line of a book is, "The night I moved in with my Aunt Ethel she shot a bat in her kitchen," you know you're in for an unpredictable ride. A crazy aunt (who makes the most amazing cakes), a ghost with a peg leg desperate to be an angel (but can't until he finds love in his heart), and an unsolved robbery (can you say one hundred thirty thousand dollars) make Peg Kehret's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ghost's Grave&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a most enjoyable read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3486608480799231441?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3486608480799231441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/ghosts-grave-by-peg-kehret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3486608480799231441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3486608480799231441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/ghosts-grave-by-peg-kehret.html' title='The Ghost&apos;s Grave by Peg Kehret'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/Sk09wTubFEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/-IxdnC8xChk/s72-c/ghostsgrave' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-7293548289537999659</id><published>2009-07-01T08:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T11:51:24.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Cups of Tea - A Family Affair</title><content type='html'>I may be a bit late to the "tea party" but I just finished this book and am in awe of Greg Mortenson. I fear that I will butcher his story so put simply, Greg has made it his mission to educate the children (in particular the girls) of Pakistan and Afghanistan. His journey is inspiring. The people he meets, the lives he changes, the difference he has made and continues to make gives one pause. The good news is the publishing world realized it was a great story and have produced three versions: one for adults, one for young adults and a picture book. I imagine dinner table conversation possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SktUbuUMe3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Q8KXPIBrVGQ/s1600-h/3CTadult.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SktUbuUMe3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Q8KXPIBrVGQ/s200/3CTadult.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353465417325902706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SktUgI0Tc0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PCa04RkbdtA/s1600-h/YA3CT-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SktUgI0Tc0I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/PCa04RkbdtA/s200/YA3CT-small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353465493159375682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SktUvpIM8yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nRMvZB-cr90/s1600-h/lwsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SktUvpIM8yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/nRMvZB-cr90/s200/lwsmall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353465759530808098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-7293548289537999659?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/7293548289537999659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/three-cups-of-tea-family-affair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7293548289537999659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/7293548289537999659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/07/three-cups-of-tea-family-affair.html' title='Three Cups of Tea - A Family Affair'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SktUbuUMe3I/AAAAAAAAAQI/Q8KXPIBrVGQ/s72-c/3CTadult.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-8220978901643342065</id><published>2009-06-29T14:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:07:32.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Like a Reader to Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SkkCVEIX9qI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JM4Ew6b2kdo/s1600-h/Photo+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SkkCVEIX9qI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JM4Ew6b2kdo/s200/Photo+27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352812193015920290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meet Oliver, our new labradoodle. Named after the poet Mary Oliver, he joins Oscar (as in Oscar Wilde) and Conway (after Jill Kerr Conway, author and first female president of Smith College).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-8220978901643342065?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/8220978901643342065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/06/looks-like-reader-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8220978901643342065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/8220978901643342065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/06/looks-like-reader-to-me.html' title='Looks Like a Reader to Me'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SkkCVEIX9qI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JM4Ew6b2kdo/s72-c/Photo+27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3806188435974988207</id><published>2009-06-26T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:00:12.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>A few years ago a mom came to me and said she was disappointed that one of the books her third grade daughter had borrowed from the public library dealt with inappropriate topics. For the life of me I can't remember what the topics were but I was relieved to find out her daughter hadn't borrowed the book from the school library. Well, we actually had five copies of the same book - it was a Nutmeg nominee. What this mom was dealing with is what a lot of parents deal with - children who are capable of reading books far above their maturity level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Authors today are dealing with serious subjects. Good authors treat these subjects with care and sensitivity. They create characters who you want to root for and want to be friends with, characters who make you laugh and may make you cry. This is the reality of the 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the two toughest things to be these days is a kid or a parent. I am not an expert on either (although I am a pretty good aunt) but cannot emphasize enough the importance of keeping open the lines of communication. As I spoke with the parent I mentioned earlier, I realized that her daughter had come to her with questions about the book and as it turns out a wonderful dialogue ensued - how great a gift  is that? Whether we are parents or teachers (or aunts) we need to be open to the gifts of conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3806188435974988207?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3806188435974988207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/06/conversations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3806188435974988207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3806188435974988207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/06/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5798466468749147558.post-3305638309721487426</id><published>2009-06-26T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:39:44.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian and Y2C2 Were Right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SkTavBmkrVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Od9bnRyG-_o/s1600-h/ILorelei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SkTavBmkrVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Od9bnRyG-_o/s200/ILorelei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351642758641921362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Ms. Lau visited to talk about Young Young Critics to our 3rd and 4th grade she mentioned that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I, Lorelei&lt;/span&gt; by Yeardly Smith was voted top pick by Perrot's book group. According to Ian, one of our 4th (now 5th graders), "Don't pay attention to the cover; it's not just for girls and if you liked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Diary of a Wimpy Kid&lt;/span&gt; you'll really like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm not a big fan of any DOAWK but Ian's sales pitch was intriguing. I just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I, Lorelei&lt;/span&gt; and have to say - it is a lovely read. Lorelei at 11 is experiencing both highs and lows: she made the school play but her parents are not getting along; Bo, one of the most popular boys in her class has asked her to study but her best friend Jenny is not being particularly nice. When your mom isn't always available, who to turn to? Lorelei starts a diary and each entry starts with, "Dear Mud..." Mud, as we find out early on, is Lorelei's cat who died. All the things she might have said to Mud were he alive, she writes to him. And it is through writing Lorelei learns that life isn't perfect and that she, along with her brothers, can make it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5798466468749147558-3305638309721487426?l=acinthemc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/feeds/3305638309721487426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/06/ian-and-y2c2-were-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3305638309721487426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5798466468749147558/posts/default/3305638309721487426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acinthemc.blogspot.com/2009/06/ian-and-y2c2-were-right.html' title='Ian and Y2C2 Were Right'/><author><name>Amy Coupe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16179086680075738020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SiWwc9FHimI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Yru8EbhfgRE/S220/aec.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uHKflJH35Lg/SkTavBmkrVI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Od9bnRyG-_o/s72-c/ILorelei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
