Oh My

We finished reading Lord of the Flies (1954), number 49 on the BBC book list, by William Golding. I read it to my 11-year-old daughter, who has been recovering from a tonsillectomy and an adenoidectomy this week. I've read it before, but I had forgotten most of it. Oh my. I feel a loss of... Continue Reading →

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Danger and Diversity: The Egypt Game

A year or so ago, my awesome sister Afton gave my oldest daughter some books for her birthday. One of them was a copy of The Egypt Game (1967) by Zilpha Keatley Snyder. As Olivia opened this present, all of us watching oohed and ahhed about the book, remembering how much we had enjoyed it... Continue Reading →

The Grapes of Wrath Is About My People

I have ancestors—my great grandmother, Alabama Gray (she preferred to be called Bonnie), in fact—who traveled from Oklahoma to California between 1910 and 1920, just before the dust bowl and depression were pushing people from the mid-west to the west in search of work.  I have known this for some time now, and recently, in... Continue Reading →

Birth and Land in The Good Earth

“And Wang Lung, hearing this, felt his mouth suddenly dry and parched and his voice came from him in a whisper, ‘Silver, then!  Silver and gold!  Anything to the very price of my land!’” (p. 139). That quote is on the cover of my seventh grade English portfolio because, at that time, Pearl S. Buck’s... Continue Reading →

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