Sunday, July 28, 2024

Book Review: Stones by William Bell (YA, mystery)

 Set in present-day Orillia, Ontario, Stones explores the tragedy surrounding the Oro Township's African Methodist Church through the eyes of Garnet Havelock and Raphaella Skye--two white high school students. 

Stones asks: What do you do when confronted by beliefs contrary to yours?


William Bell

Seal Books

an imprint of Random House of Canada

Young Adult, mystery

2001

276 pages

CLA Young Adult Book of the Year


Garnet meets Raphaella in grade eleven when they are asked to debate the topic "that love at first sight is a hoax." (p. 18) He is pro; she is con. Garnet confesses that "[e]ven before she finished talking, I had fallen in love with her." (p. 28) Garnet believes "in logic, reason, science, hard fact." (p. 20) Raphaella introduces him to a new way of knowing. 

There is so much in Stones to love. For example, strong women unafraid to take risks and stand up for their beliefs. And Garnet. Garnet emotes feelings--fear and love--that men typically run from expressing. 

This book is so captivating that it is as if it read itself while I sat and listened. I started reading Stones on Canada Day (July 1) and finished a mere ten days later. An unheard-of rate for this slow reader.

"the real question [...] isn't Who's right [...]? It's What is Knowledge?" (p. 220)

Next Sunday...

Sunday, July 21, 2024

Jump by Leanne Dyck (children's story)

 This story was inspired by a childhood memory and is about risky play.

"Risky play is defined by thrilling and exciting forms of free play that involve uncertainty of outcome and a possibility of physical injury."

Canadian Paediatric Society

Posted on January 25, 2024 

"Dr. Suzanne Beno co-authors a position statement from the Canadian Paediatric Society on the importance of risky outdoor play for physical, mental and social health...

Physically, it increases activity levels and reduces sedentary time, contributing to lifelong physical literacy and possibly enhancing the immune system. Mentally, it supports resilience, problem-solving and conflict resolution while socially, it fosters cooperation, communication and a sense of belonging." 

SickKids

Posted on February 9, 2024


photo by ldyck

Jump


Leanne put her soup bowl in the sink and looked out the window. She watched a blue car park in front of her house. "They're here," she called down the hall.

Leanne didn't wait for her mom to come out of the bathroom. She ran to the door. She ran outside. She ran down the stairs and down the sidewalk. She ran past her aunt's car. "Hi, Aunty," she called. She ran past her cousin Jeff. "I'll beat you to the playhouse," she called. Leanne kept running but Jeff's legs were longer. He ran past Leanne and he got to the playhouse first.

***


Leanne walked across the dirt floor to the shelves full of toys. "Want to play—."

Leanne's next-door neighbours Sally and her little brother Mitchell walked into the playhouse.

“Dolls,” Sally said. “I want to play dolls.”

Mitchell and Jeff looked like they had smelled something rotten.

"Boys don't play with dolls," Jeff said.

The boys ran outside.

Sally pulled a doll off the shelf. Arabella had soft, yellow hair and eyes that opened and closed. She wore a green velvet dress with big glass buttons and lace at the neck, cuffs and hem.

Gerdie waited on the shelf for Leanne. Her eyes didn't close and her black hair was scratchy. She wore a dress of stiff denim that tied closed.

"It's snack time," Sally said. The baby bottle really looked like there was milk inside.

Leanne pretended to pour baby food into a bowl. She started to feed Gerdie but Sally said, "No, she doesn't like peas." She grabbed the bowl and threw the peas on the floor. "I'll make you some yummy porridge," she told Gerdie. "Here." She handed the bowl back to Leanne. "She'll eat this. But remember, don't feed her too much. You don't want her to get a sore tummy."

Leanne gave Gerdie three spoonfuls of porridge.

"That's enough," Sally said. "It's nap time." She wrapped Arabella in a soft pink blanket and put her in the crib.

Leanne wrapped Gerdie in a yellow blanket and brought her to the crib. But Sally said, "No, there's not enough room."

Sally rocked Arabella in the crib until... "Shh, my baby is asleep."

Leanne rocked Gerdie back and forth in her arms. She thought Gerdie was asleep too, but Sally said, “She’s crying so loud she’ll wake up my baby.”

Thud. Thud. Thud. It sounded like a moose was galloping across the roof.

“Wa-a-a.” Sally picked up Arabella. “Boys!” She marched outside.

Leanne tossed Gerdie onto the shelve and ran outside.

***


“Caw. Caw. Caw.” Mitchell fell out of the sky right in front of Leanne. He stayed curled up on the ground.

“Are you okay?” Sally asked her little brother. “Because if you’re not okay, I’m going to tell Mom and then you really won’t be okay.”

Mitchell leapt off the grass like a grasshopper. “I’m fine. That was so much fun. I’m going to do it again.” He limped over to the tree that stood beside the playhouse.

Jeff jumped off the roof. “Superman!” He nearly touched the clouds.

Leanne thought flying looked fun.

Jeff landed with a thud. He stood up. "That was so much fun." He looked at Leanne and then at Sally. “Do you want to try?”

“No! That’s a boy’s game.” Sally held out Arabella. “You woke her up and now I have to rock her to sleep, all over again.” She marched to the playhouse. “Well, come on, Leanne.”

But Leanne said, “No, I want to fly.”

“Fine, break your—.”

“I knew you would. You're going to have fun. You’ll see,” Jeff said.

Mitchell stood right in front of Leanne so she couldn’t get to the tree. “Girls can’t climb trees.”

“Some girls can’t, but Leanne can.” Jeff helped Mitchell get to the first branch.

Leanne balanced on her tiptoes, grabbed hold and scrambled up, from branch to branch until she reached the roof.

***


Leanne stood beside Mitchell looking down. Things looked so different up there. The ground was so far away.

“Watch me.” Mitchell ran and jumped. “Caw. Caw. Caw.” He came crashing down onto the ground.

Leanne’s stomach felt heavy. She sat down and wrapped her fingers around two shingles that stood up from the roof.

Jeff climbed up and sat down beside her. “Come on, it’s your turn. You’re no sissy. You’re as brave as any boy.”

Leanne said, “You’re right. I am brave, but I’m also smart. And I know what could happen. I know I could get hurt.” She gulped. “Mom!” She called.

“No, don’t. We’ll get in trouble.”

Leanne didn’t care. All she wanted was off that roof. “Mom!”

Jeff and Mitchell ran to Mitchell's house.

“I told you that was a stupid boys’ game.” Sally stood on the ground looking up at Leanne. “And now you’re stuck, aren’t you?”

Leanne tried not to cry.  “Sally, can you please go get my mom.”

“Maybe I will and maybe I won’t.” Sally slowly walked away.

***


Leanne couldn't move. All she did was sit. She was stuck up high on that roof.

The ground was too far away. If she jumped she knew she would get hurt. She’d break an arm or a leg.

Would Sally get her mom? What if her mom didn’t come? What if it started to rain? What if it got really dark? What if she got hungry? What if…

Leanne needed to get down, but her fingers wrapped tighter around the shingles.

“You have to get down by yourself.” That was Sally’s voice. She’d come back.

“But I can’t.” Tears ran down Leanne's face. She wiped them away with her hand.

“You climbed up and now you can climb down,” Sally said. “Come over to the tree.”

Leanne didn’t move.

“It’s easier to climb down than up,” Sally said. “It’s called gravity.”

Leanne let go of the shingles. Then she knelt. Then she stood.

“See I told you you could do it. Now all you have to do is walk over to the tree.”

“But I’m so scared.”

“Everyone gets scared,” Sally said, “even Moms. All you have to do is try to be more brave than you are scared.”

“I’ll try.” Leanne walked over to the tree. She reached for—. “The tree is way, way too far away.”

“I’d get you myself, but I don’t know how to climb a tree.”

“You don’t? But you know everything.”

Sally grinned. “Maybe. But I can’t climb a tree.”

“It’s easy.”

“Show me.”

"All you do is get down your tummy and push your legs out until your foot is on a branch and then you..." Leanne showed Sally how to climb a tree. She went from one branch to another branch to another until she stood on the ground.

***

Reading Guide



Is the playhouse a fun place to play?

Does flying look like a fun game?

Why do you think Leanne wants to fly?

What would you do if a friend tried to get you to do something dangerous?

Do you think girls can be brave?

Do you think boys can be smart?

Who was the smartest person in this story? Who was the bravest?

Do you think Jeff is a good friend to Leanne? How?

Do you think Sally is a good friend to Leanne? How?

Why do you think Sally didn’t go get Leanne’s mom?

What do you think Leanne should say to Sally?

Do you think the boys should get into trouble for jumping off the roof of the playhouse?


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Sunday, July 14, 2024

Harry, the spider by Leanne Dyck (children's story)

Last week, I woke up with a memory of working in a daycare centre--specifically, telling a group of children a story I created on the spot. This memory inspired me to write... 

photo by ldyck

Harry the Spider



Stop! Don't step here. You'll squish me.

Eek! Sorry, it's just that you look so scary.

I know, I'll close my eyes. 

I'll open them very slowly. First one eye, then another and another and another and another and another and another and another. Spiders like me have eight eyes. There that helped a little. Except... Not much. All I can see are your big scary feet.

I have an idea, I'll climb this wall. There that's better. Now I can see your eyes. It's so sad that you only have two. There's so much to see. You must miss a lot with only two eyes.

What do you call that round thing in the middle of your face?

A nose...? That's a silly word. Nose. Hee. Hee.

I know, I'll keep climbing up, up, up, all the way to the ceiling. Now I feel better. You look much smaller from way up here. Climbing walls and ceilings is a lot of fun and it's not that hard. Maybe if you practice you'll be able to. Oh, sorry, I guess not. If you had eight legs like me you'd be able to climb a lot better.

My name is Harry but most people just call me a wolf spider. But that's a silly name because I don't look like a wolf. 

Not all spiders are as nice as me. Some would bite you and some of those bites really, really sting. But I promise I won't bite you.

A lot of people are scared of spiders. I think they're scared of me because I'm so big. But being big isn't my fault. 

If they got to know me they'd like me. I'm a lot more useful than dogs or cats or even fish. 

Like... Like... Do you like flies?

No, I didn't think so. They're really annoying with all their buzzing. A buzz-buzz here and a buzz-buzz there. And... And they walk all over your food spreading germs that can make you sick.

But I can stop them from buzzing. I hide behind furniture or in planters or in the closet. Then when a fly comes buzzing by, I jump out, and before they know it they're a wolf-spider smoothie. No more buzzing. No more germs.

It was fun talking with you. And please rememberbe careful where you walk. 

photo by ldyck


Next Sunday...

Sunday, July 7, 2024

Book Review: The List of Last Chances by Christina Myers (women's fiction)

 The List of Last Chances is about the friendship that forms between thirty-eight-year-old Ruth "Ruthie" MacInnes and sixty-eight-year-old Kay March on a road trip from PEI to BC.

photo by ldyck

The List of Last Chances

Christina Myers

Caitlin Press

2021

Fred Kerner Award Shortlist 2022

(humour, road fiction)


For Valentine's Day, Ruth decides to surprise her boyfriend and...

"I had come home early [to find]...Jack...midway through sagging the clerk who worked in the flower shop under our apartment." (p. 11-12)

Life in tatters, Ruthie moves out of the apartment she shared with Jack and onto her friend Jules' sofa. For six months, Ruthie's life becomes a bottle--all she does is drink. Jules can't stand to watch her friend exist in that state. She wants Ruthie to do something. She is sure what that something is once she finds the perfect solution...

"Wanted: Experienced care attendant to accompany elderly client by car from New Annan, PEI, to Vancouver, BC." (p. 9)

Kay is content on her farm in rural PEI, but her son David worries about her. He tells Ruthie...

Mom "has been widowed for several years now, and she hasn't yet realized that her isolated living conditions are not the safest environment for her when considering her age." (p. 38)

But Ruthie thinks...

"At thirty years my senior, [Kay] was twice as capable as me in pretty much every way--mentally, emotionally and even physically." (p. 129)

David has painstakingly planned the trip from PEI to BC, but Kay tells Ruthie, " 'There are some things I'd like to do. Things that aren't on my son's list.'" (p. 56) Ruthie describes Kay's list as "equal parts sightseeing tour and sin-seeking, with a dash down memory lane." (p. 58) 

Story question: "But here we were, two boats bobbing together on a big empty ocean, pushed together by currents we couldn't control. Would we let the tide take us where it would? Or should we put up the sail and decide where we were heading ourselves?" (p. 58)

Ruthie is a sympathetic protagonist who grows through the course of the story. How much does she grow? That's a question that is left for the reader to ponder. And in this way, The List of Last Chances is a haunting read.

Though technically a minor character, Kay is a major character to me. She's the kind of senior citizen I aspire to be--wise, fun, dynamic and vital. 

I recommend The List of Last Chances, especially for those amid a major transition.


Poetry in the Japanese Gardens

I attended the poetry reading in Mayne Island's Japanese Gardens yesterday afternoon. The gardens made for the perfect backdrop. They are especially lovely at this time of the year. I was looking forward to listening to poets read their work. However, as I walked into the gardens I was issued an invitation to read some of my poems. I usually invest days in preparation for a reading. I've never read "cold turkey" before. There are many reasons for this: I'm dyslexic so reading is a challenge and I'm shy and... It's a long list. However, I surprised myself by accepting the offer. I had a few moments of panic--or was it excitement--before I stood up and faced the audience of about ten. They were warm and supportive. I read two poems and had such a fun time doing that that I read one more. I even adlibbed the introduction to my work. I was so surprised and pleased with myself. I also enjoyed listening to other poets read their work and poetry enthusiasts read their favourite poems by famous poets. Half of those who attended this event read poems. There's talk of future poetry readings. Will I be there? You betcha. I would love for you to attend, as well. 

 

 Next Sunday...