I know you’ll be shocked to hear me say this, but we will not speak of the films here. I am not a fan of books made into movies. I will not tire you with my various rants (way to take away all of Ginny’s awesomeness, movie people) or go on a teacher tirade (nothing’s better than a series that inspires struggling readers). We will merely discuss the BOOKS.
It just doesn’t seem right to love books and to love Halloween and not post about Halloween books on Halloween. I realize nothing can top Beret’s Ghost Cake with Flaming Eyes, but as I spent much of today thinking lovingly of the picture books I proudly displayed in my classroom library each October, I thought, why not share? All contain little to no nightmare-inducing possibilities and are just as delightful for adults as for kiddos. Continue reading “Gina’s Favorite Halloween Reads”
Scribbleations, new kid! Welcome to the neighborhood.
My name is Ziggy Fuzz. I’m the president of a special fan club, and I’d like you – yes you, new kid around here – to join. The full title of the fan club is the Scribbleboy Fan Club. You’re probably wondering who Scribbleboy is. So, let me explain. If you look around the neighborhood you’ll see lots of graffiti. Most of it is totally ugly and boring, but there are some pieces that are not totally ugly and boring at all. That’s because they’re not graffiti – they’re Scribbles. Scribbles scribbled by the most scribbledacious and scribblefabulous scribbler in Scribbledom. His name – SCRIBBLEBOY. Continue reading “Book Recommendation: Scribbleboy”
A couple of years ago, I received an unusual text.
“GO GET THE CANDYMAKERS AND READ IT ALOUD TO YOUR KIDS,” it advised.
It seemed rather urgent, so though the book wasn’t yet out in paperback–and weighed in at a hefty 453 pages–I “Amazon-ed” that thing and got started immediately.
Now comes the hard part: explaining why you should get the book, too.
Unlike my friend Gina, I’m not one of those people who regularly seeks out new youth literature. I’ve been burned too many times by inane codswallop like the Rainbow Magic Fairy books. If I could remember who introduced them to my kids, I might even unfriend them, since over the course of the following ten months, I was forced to read at least 42 of those. Continue reading “All hail Wendy Mass”