Check, check, check, check . . .is this thing on?
Is anybody still out there?
Well, it has been quite a March at the House of Hope, with sickness after sickness after sickness punctuated with some travel for Steady Eddie and. . .and. . .and. . .
You get the picture.
We have been reading; I just haven’t been blogging. Here’s what we’ve been up to:
It has been a while (five years? Oh, my!) since I raved about Sherri Duskey Rinker’s Goodnight, Goodnight, Construction Site, but it’s one that I loved enough to purchase for our home library. I don’t do that often with picture books, so that’s pretty high praise. It goes without saying, then, that I was delighted when I saw on the new books shelf at the library a new book from the dynamic duo of Rinker and Lichtenheld, Mighty, Mighty Construction Site. This book has enough cute factor to please mama and enough “let’s get dirty while we build things” factor to satisfy even my six-year-old and his discriminating taste. In the first book, the construction site is going to bed; in this book, the site is waking up. Written mostly in rhyming couplets, the story unfolds with a new day with a new plan that is “too much for just a five-truck crew.” A blast from Cement Mixer’s horn calls ten big trucks to the rescue, including Skid Steer, Backhoe, Flatbed, Front-End Loader, Dump Truck, and (our favorite) Pumper. Lichtenheld’s illustrations are bright, colorful, and sweetly whimsical. I think I’ll be adding this one to our collection for Benny’s fourth birthday (which is coming up soon!)
My girls and I finally, finally, finally finished reading Anne of Ingleside just a few nights ago. This is the sixth book in the series and the sixth book in our Year of Anne (which has turned into more than a year). Confession: this book lagged for me a bit in the middle, but this is probably more the protracted nature of our time spent in the book than the book itself. Like all the Anne books, it had been over two decades since I read this one. I’ll admit that I dreading the ending of this book-I remembered Anne’s state over the perceived decline of her marriage and really wasn’t interested in hashing it out again. However, this time I found I could relate to Anne a little more. (Imagine that!) The biggest thing that struck me, though, was her response to Christine Stewart’s condescension of the “narrowness” of Anne’s life:
“Fancy you being contented there,” smiled Christine. (“That terrible mouthful of teeth!”) “Do you really never feel that you want a broader life? You used to be quite ambitious, if I am remembering aright. Didn’t you write some rather clever little things when you were at Redmond? A bit fantastic and whimsical, of course, but still. . . ”
“I wrote them for the people who still believe in fairyland. There is a surprising lot of them, you know, and they like to get news from that country.”
“And you’ve quite given it up?”
“Not altogether. . . but I’m writing living epistles now,” said Anne, thinking of Jem and Co.
I love that, and it came at a perfect time for me to remember that that’s what I’m doing, too. This redeemed the story from its dalliance into middle aged angst for me. I’m looking forward to the last two books; they’re two of my favorites.
So what have you been enjoying this month? I’d love to hear all about it!