tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43879096963365259042024-02-20T02:17:53.122-08:00I Love Children's BooksRochellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440768465424239595noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387909696336525904.post-69509611735311200552014-05-29T11:37:00.001-07:002014-05-29T11:37:20.429-07:00I'm BACK!Okay, I'll admit it. I have so many blogs, and so many other things going on that I just plain FORGOT about this blog.<br />
Now that I've re-discovered it, however, it's going to be ACTIVE<br />
once again.Rochellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440768465424239595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387909696336525904.post-8565376186141347382014-02-01T06:59:00.001-08:002014-02-01T06:59:30.462-08:00The Purple Jar<b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.199999809265137px; line-height: 16.631999969482422px;">This <a href="http://www.amblesideonline.org/PR/PR00p000PurpleJar.shtml" style="color: #6699cc; text-decoration: none;">short story</a> by Maria Edgeworth was first published in 1796, and</b><span georgia="" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.199999809265137px; line-height: 16.631999969482422px;"> <size><b></b></size></span><b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.199999809265137px; line-height: 16.631999969482422px;"></b><br />
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<b>was quite popular for many years.</b><br /><b>Rose, in Louisa May Alcott's <i>Eight Cousins</i>, says in reference to this story:</b><br /><b>"I always thought it very unfair in her mother not to warn the poor thing a little bit; and she was regularly mean when Rosamond asked for a bowl to put the purple stuff in, and she said, in such a provoking way, 'I did not agree to lend you a bowl, but I will, my dear.' Ugh! I always want to shake that hateful woman, though she was a moral mamma."</b><br /><b>I agree with Rose! How could Rosamond make a really prudent decision without</b><br /><b>knowing what really made the jar "purple?"</b><br /><b>Of course, if Rosamond had known, then we may not have had the element</b><br /><b>of surprise in the story!</b><br /><b>As for the mother, was she really, as Rose called her, "a moral mamma?" Is it <i>moral </i>to allow a seven-year-old </b><b>to decide whether to get a pair of shoes, which she badly needs, or a</b><br /><b>pretty purple jar, which she does <i>not </i>need?</b><br /><b>If this happened in real life, especially nowadays, can you <i>imagine</i> what</b><br /><b>people would say about Rosamond's mother?</b><br /><b>However, in spite of these objections, I must say that I enjoy this story, as well</b><br /><b>as others about Rosamond.</b></div>
Rochellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440768465424239595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387909696336525904.post-64134333265154782362014-01-25T13:18:00.000-08:002014-01-25T13:18:01.730-08:00Little Women: An Annoying ChapterLouisa May Alcott's <i>Little Women</i> has always been one of my favorite books. There are, however, two chapters that annoy me. I'll cover the first one in this post.<br />
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Remember the chapter called "Jo Meets Apollyon," where<br />Amy burned the book Jo had worked on for several years<br />because Jo wouldn't let her come to the theater with her and Meg and Laurie?<br />
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Jo was, of course, furious with Amy... just as I would have been, just as almost anybody would have been. <br />
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But how did Mrs. March, Marmee, handle the situation?<br />
"Mrs. March came home, and, having heard the story, soon brought Amy to a sense of the wrong she had done her sister."<br />
That's it. We never find out just how she "brought Amy to a<br />
sense of the wrong she had done her sister." We never learn<br />
what Marmee said to Amy.<br />
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Mrs. March, in fact, seemed much more concerned about Jo's very understandable anger than about Amy's deliberate, vindictive destruction of Jo's property.<br />
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Once again, I quote this sentence:<br />
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"Mrs. March came home, and, having heard the story, soon brought Amy to a sense of the wrong she had done her sister."<br />
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I wonder how many readers found themselves wishing that Mrs. March had brought Amy to a sense of not wanting to sit down for several days!<br />
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<br />Rochellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440768465424239595noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387909696336525904.post-57119612786337122172014-01-24T16:06:00.002-08:002014-01-24T16:06:19.097-08:00My Very Own Library Card<div class="post-body entry-content" id="post-body-5242392441794031891" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 318px;">
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Almost every day after school, my Baba and I would go to the rather small, but to my childish eyes quite big enough, Brighton Beach Branch of the Brooklyn Public Library, then located on Ocean Parkway. We'd browse among the picture books, and then I would choose a few books (as hard a decision, for me, as deciding what to get at the corner candy store!) Baba would check the books out on her library card; I was too young to have my own.<br />We'd go over to one of the benches on Ocean Parkway, and read at least one of the<br />books together. Usually, we saved the rest of them to read at home. Not that I minded reading<br />the books again and again. Most, if not all, bookworms are great re-readers.<br />And then, finally, when I was in the second grade, I was old enough for my very<br />own library card.(thrill thrill thrill!) I felt so grown-up that day. My very own library card!</span></div>
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<span style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4;">The first book I took out on my VERY OWN library card was "Betsy and Billy" by Carolyn Haywood. I chose for two reasons: I had already read and loved her first book, "B is For Betsy", and I wanted to be seen leaving the library with a thick, grown-up looking book!</span></div>
Rochellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440768465424239595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387909696336525904.post-77858193059842438892014-01-24T16:03:00.002-08:002014-01-24T16:03:28.893-08:00A Quote About Sunday Books<b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.199999809265137px; line-height: 16.631999969482422px;">This is a quote from part of a sentence in Louisa May Alcott's <i>Rose in Bloom</i>.</b><span georgia="" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.199999809265137px; line-height: 16.631999969482422px;"> <size><b></b></size></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.199999809265137px; line-height: 16.631999969482422px;"></span><br />
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<b>Well, anyone who has been following <a href="http://semper-gaudete.blogspot.com/">this blog</a> knows<br />how I feel about <a href="http://semper-gaudete.blogspot.com/2012/01/changes-to-my-sunday-reading.html" style="color: #6699cc; text-decoration: none;">dull books on Sunday</a>. </b><br /><b>Of course, I dislike dull books on ANY day!</b></div>
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Rochellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440768465424239595noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387909696336525904.post-8861350154504468822014-01-24T16:01:00.001-08:002014-01-24T16:01:07.922-08:00Outgrowing Books???<b>I've always had a great fondness... make that, absolutely loved.... children's books. Years ago, when I was in high school, a nosy neighbor asked me, "When are you going to outgrow those books?"</b><br />
<b>I replied, "We outgrow our clothes and our shoes. We... hopefully... outgrow bad habits. We do not outgrow good books."</b>Rochellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13440768465424239595noreply@blogger.com0