I just have to tell you about my most recent favorite books. I mean, I read constantly, about a book or so a day, so I go to the library a lot. And most of the time I end up getting books that are okay, but not fabulous. And some of them are like, ‘ewwww!’ and I don’t end up reading the whole thing at all. But lately I’ve found some books that I was surprised at, books I wasn’t really expecting to make me feel the way I do about them. So here they are: Under the Baseball Moon by John H. Ritter: an awesome book. I’m not even halfway through yet, but I’m already putting it in my Hall of Fave. It’s making me want to go improv with my flute, too, which is not something common for me. The only instrument I ever improv on is the piano, and that’s only becuase I can’t actually play it. Flute… I can’t believe all this time I’ve been playing I’ve never tried to play without music before. And I love how Andy (the main character, whose POV the book is written from) says he’s ‘painting’ when he plays. It’s great. And not only is the music part of it good, the characters are cool. Also, it’s one of those awful books that make you want to get up and do something (in this case play the flute) while at the same time you don’t want to put it down… oh, man. It’s torture, but I’m lovin’ it all the way. And I can see that this book is only going to get better and better as the story moves along. I love it. Dude. Cobwebs by Karen Romano Young: Amazing. It’s one of those books you can taste. I know that sounds weird, but the way it’s descriptions are and the way everything is written… it’s like eating chocolate. So, so good. And I love Nancy, the main character. I knit, too, like her, and I love her wild tights. It’s a great story, too– it even made me like spiders more. I mean, I always liked them (proof for all of you that I’m a weird child: at camp, kids were screaming and I went and picked it up and let it crawl up my arm. “See? It’s just a Daddy Longleg. Aww, it’s cute. Don’t kill ’em.” Yeah.) but this book made them one of my favorite creatures of all time. The imagery was beautiful and real, the characters were lovable (especially her dad, idk but he was just cool) and I’m going to read it again. Definitely the mark of a great story. The Wednesday Wars by Gary D. Schmidt: Dude. Hilarious and touching, and it made me go read some Shakespeare. I’ve done Shakespeare before while i wa still in regular school (Enrichment every Wednesday, baby!) but I never really read the plays in their original play form. I read the cartoons. Yes, I know, a crime– especially after this books showed me how cool the actual plays were. Plus it taught me some history, too, because the story takes place in the sixties. The poor sister, too! I must say, I’m guilty– if i lived in that time I’d probably have been a flower child too. And my dad would not have appreciated that, although I think he’d have been nicer than Mr. Hoodhood. Also, I went on youtube and listened to Eleanor Rigby after reading this. I like it. Holling (the main character, a sevenh grader) is funny and cool and his class reminds me of my own (well, my old one from last year, my own seventh grade year). It was a great read becuase there was more than one emotion, and it moved along well, never got boring. The Other Side of the Island by Allegra Goodman: A chilling vision of the future…. it’s creepy becuase i can see it happening. ‘Earth Mother’ playing on people’s environmental fears, trying to seal the earth over so she can control the weather, trying to make everything neat and orderly and… oooooh. It’s good. And freaky. But if it wasn’t creepy or freaky or plausible then it wouldn’t work. I mean, what was cool was that I thought, this might actually happen, with Earth Mother and the schools and the ocean overflowing and making the land into islands, most of it sinking underwater. Not that it’s a good thing, but it made the book seem so real. Plus Honor (the main character) has an awesome name and she was interesting becuase you could see how she was starting relly believe the things they were teaching her at school, and how the stuff called Planet Safe (a chemical thing that’s in everything from food to launry detergent) was affecting her memory. Chilling, as I said before, but with a pretty good ending. Always kept me guessing, although one of my hunches proved to be right. But then they surprised me again, so it really kept things moving and me reading. When i told my mom about it, she even wanted to read it. In today’s world, it really strikes a chord becuase everyone’s flipping out about global warming and stuff.
These are some great books. But you don’t have to take my word for it (little Reading Rainbow there): Read them yourself! Enjoy them! ‘Cause I know you will. They’re amazing and even if you hate reading I recommend them becuase they won’t bore you or try and teach you anything, you’ll just take so much more from them than you could ever take from… something else. The thing about books is that even though they’re stories, and a lot of them are fiction and they don’t try to teach you anything, you still learn from them. They change you. As someone once said (I forget who): ‘You never came out the way you came in.’ It’s true.