Libby often joins me when I’m reading on the deck and I thought I’d let her pick the winner of There’s a Hamster in My Dashboard by David W. Berner. Wouldn’t that just be cute as a button?
But Libs (formerly known as The Tiny Terror) hasn’t quite got going this morning. Not to put too fine a point on it, but Libs is scrunched under her covers, snoozing away. And lest you think that I’m just being a meanypants, let me say that it’s 10:15 here, people.
And so Libs (now known as Lazy Bones) did not draw a name. I had to rely on Random.org who (that?) fortunately is always awake and rarin’ to go. And so this terrific book of essays goes to…Kidlit Gail!
I am thrilled that Gail won this book as she just recently got a pet of her own, a beautiful black lab known as Pippi. But that’s another story, friends, and maybe someday, Gail will write it for us!
I am of two minds about Harper Lee’s Go Set A Watchman, even after reading the first chapter here.
It’s narrated by Jean Louise Finch, (you know her as Scout, I imagine) and I started thinking of the movie, To Kill a Mockingbird (and oh my gosh, you can watch the whole movie online here, if you don’t mind subtitles). And that got me to thinking about Mary Badham, who played Scout.
I loved Scout. Or I guess, more accurately, I loved how Mary Badham played Scout. And I began to wonder about her, if she were still alive or if she’d played any other role. (She is, and she has.) So when I saw that she was also famous for a Twilight Zone episode (the last Twilight Zone episode!) called “The Bewitchin’ Pool”…well, I had to watch it, and you can, too, right here.
It was a good one, for sure. And she was very good in it. Anyway, before I knew it, my Friday afternoon was gone.
Not too long ago, one of the Junior Halls (who had looked at the blog) asked why I said that I fished on Fridays. “You don’t fish,” she said. (She’s always been a rather literal child.)
How about you? Did the first chapter of Go Set a Watchman grab you? Or do you think there was good reason that Harper Lee kept it locked away for all these years? And didn’t you wish, maybe for just a minute, that Atticus Finch were your daddy? (I kinda loved that Mary Badham kept in touch with Gregory Peck till his death in 2003–and that she always called him Atticus.)
Have you seen David Zinn’s adorkable art? I do so love his characters–they make my heart smile. And as I flitted among his pictures, I began to think what great prompts they could be for a picture book or chapter book or even a middle grade book.
Or maybe just a poem.
The point is that if I had one of the Junior Halls with me and we came across one of Mr. Zinn’s brilliant chalk art pieces along the sidewalk, we’d spend the whole rest of the day, making up a story about it.
Need a little inspiration? Grab one of your juniors and take a walk through David Zinn’s website. Or maybe just take a solitary stroll through his street gallery. You’ll be telling stories in no time!
(P.S. He’s working on a book of his chalk art–successfully crowd-funded–to come out soon! Keep your eyes peeled for flying pigs near you.)