W13. B5.

My last blog.

This year has gone by so fast. I feel like I just started blogging, making sure I did more than three a week. In this class I have learned so much. Perhaps more than I wanted to know about Little Red Riding Hood and Cinderella. When registering for this semester, this class was the one I was looking forward to the most. It has been so much fun to be able to read interesting books and analyze them. I can not wait to be a teacher and be able to share all the knowledge I have learned in Dr. Robinsons class with my little students. Overall, this class has been a wonderful oppurtunity and from now on when I read a book I will think about how Dr. R would have anaylzed this and what we would have discussed in class. I thourghly enjoyed this class.

W13. B4.

Yesterday I was at Target and saw The Secret Garden. I decided to buy it. I started watching and I was immeditely upset. It doesnt follow the book barely at all. Her parents die differently, she finds the key in her aunts bedroom like the first or second day she is there compared to finding it outside. I felt like she found the garden so quickly compared to the book. I recommend reading the book before watching the movie. They leave out so many great things that are present in the book. Here is clip of one of the end scenes from youtube. It is a good movie but a WONDERFUL book.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=aOkx5MX3YQs

W13. B3.

The Secret Garden Poem

What will come of this dark dreary place?
Can I become a happy person
dressing myself, playing by myself
I have a lot to learn.
Who is that crying when I hear?
They tell me it is the wind.
I know it is a human, not an adult either
I must find the cause of this crying.
Perhaps we can be friends.
Why does Mr. Craven hate the world?
If he would just open the doors and windows
and for once look at the moor for the beauty it holds
instead of always running away...
Why is all the doors in the house locked up and shut away?
The beauty is yet to be seen hidden behind doors
Where does the key lay?
Hidden under the dirt for a decade or more
Such a pretty little Robin leading the way
Now show me the door
and we can change this place.


I have always loved this book/movie. I can remember watching it over and over again as a young child. I was so excited to get started reading it that I am already over half way done. It is so good I just might watch the movie tonight!

W13. B2.

I may be done with my outside reading but I have not stopped reading. For one of my classes I had to find children's books on disabilities. The book I choose was called, "Since We're Friends, An Autism Picture Book." by Celeste Shally and David Harrington. It is such a great book.

Children these days are becoming more and more involved with special needs children so its very important for students to understand their special needs friends. I am currently in a placement where I am with 6 PPCD Pre-Kindergartner's and this book was great for me to read before being placed in this environment. I think it is even more important for the children to be able to understand different types of disabilities. I think every teacher should have books in their classrooms like this one.

W13. B1.

Today in class we discussed "Where the Wild Things Are." I had read it as a child but never really liked it so I was not thrilled to have to read it again for this class. I read it once when I bought my books then again last night before class and i finally understood it. Once I actually read it looking to analyze it I noticed so many different things I had missed for so many years.

In class today I loved how we compared Max to Peter Rabbit. It was a very interesting connection and something I hadnt thought of but yet it is soo obvious. Picture Books have been so much fun! I came home today and already read The Stinky Cheese Man and I've always loved it. This time reading it I was so aware of all the puns and jokes and it was great!! Im going to be sad when this class is over.

W12, B4.

This past weekend I threw a baby shower for my boyfriend’s sister/ sorority sister and it was a big success. But it got me thinking about literature and it is never too young to start reading to your children and good children’s literature is crucial. I decided to write a poem about "baby peanut" (they aren’t finding out the sex- so they call it Peanut)

Baby Peanut:

Girl or Boy?

Blonde or Brown?

Green or Blue, or perhaps Brown?

We may not know these simple little things,

but one thing we do know is that

you are someone new to LOVE.

W12. B3.

For one of my other classes we completed a unit on something of our choice. I chose to do Weather. One of the requirements we had to complete was make up a piggy back song which went along with our theme. A piggy back song is a song that has a tune that is familiar but new words. The song I chose to change was Frère Jacques. It goes like this:



Weather, Weather,
Weather, Weather
Everyday, Everyday,
Sometimes it is snowy
Sometimes it is snowy
Beautiful Day, Beautiful Day


Weather, Weather,
Weather, Weather,
Everyday, Everyday,
Sometimes it is sunny,
Sometimes it is sunny,
Beautiful Day, Beautiful day,


You would continue on with different types of weather until you run out of different types of weather or until you decide you are done.

W12. B2.

Conclusion to Creative Writing: Lipatoue and Friends

Pip decided that Lipatoue might actually be a tasty treat and decided that he would just rid himself of this pain once and for all. Pip reached down, opened his big mouth and with one giant snap Lipatoue was gone. Dust Bunny shrieked again and tired as fast as she could to escape back into the pantry barely escaping from the evil beast, Pip. Dust Bunny went into her corner and cried and cried.

Lipatoue was scared to death. She was slobbery and feeling weaker by the minute. She tired to use her teeth in the side of Pips mouth but nothing seemed to work. Finally Pip seemed to have a change of heart and suddenly spit Lipatoue out and began coughing. Pip was disgusted. Lipatoue definitely didn’t taste like the cupcake or chip scraps. She tasted more like play-doh. Lipatoue moved as quickly as she could back to the pantry where she found Dust Bunny in such dismay. Pip had followed Lipatoue and watched as Lipatoue and Dust Bunny reunited and were so happy to have each other again. Pip was sad. He had to leave all his brothers and sisters when he came here and had no friends besides the Turner boys who liked to pull his fur and poke him in the eyes. Suddenly, the big monster, Pip was not such a monster and began crying, begging for forgiveness and friendship.

From that day on, Pip, Lipatoue and Dust Bunny decided that they should work together. If they worked together they could successfully gain more food and would be able to live peacefully together. Pip protected Lipatoue and Dust Bunny from the vacuum and Lipatoue and Dust Bunny helped Pip feel at home and feel like he had friends once again.

W12. B1.

Rabbit Rabbit-

Your name may not be Peter

But you get in just as much trouble.

I bought you at Santa's Winter Wonderland

I brought you home and you played.

We named you peanut

I carried you everywhere

You pooped everywhere.

You smelled only after a few days.

But you were my little peanut-

smell or not

you were my little peter rabbit.

I read Peter Rabbit this afternoon for Wednesdays class and I had all these thoughts of my pet bunny, Peanut. As a child my dad had bunnies all the time! Therefore I always wanted one but my dad was so sick of bunnies I always got rejected. Once I was in college, I took it upon myself to purchase one. He is a Netherlands Dwarf and is still so cute.

My parents found out about this purchase of mine. I was forced to sell him. I sold him to a girl who had been looking for a baby bunny and now he has a happy home. Ill never forget Peanut though. He was just like Peter Rabbit, always running under my bed and getting into trouble, but oh how I loved him!

W11. B3.

The Giver was an amazing book. Growing up my mom always read it to her 5th grade class and I always wanted to read it. I had tried a number of times but I never could get into it. Everyone always told me to keep reading and I would get hooked so this time around I did. And I sure did get hooked. It’s just a good book. However, I was not pleased with the ending. I felt like all of sudden it was over and that was that. The book was written so beautifully written but then it seemed like she ran out of time or the editor was pushing her to get it done.

Another thing I thought was interesting was that people think that they die at the end of the book. That thought never even entered my mind. I just assumed they got to the real world. I love going to class though and learning different ways to look at the books we read. My friends think I’m annoying though because I come home and want to tell them all the theories about each book and sometimes each chapter. : )

W11. B2.

Creative Writing Continued....

Pip was a disaster five minutes after he got home. The Turners were still excited and the puppy regardless of what he tore up was still loved and much to Lipatoue’s dismay they fed all him all the table scraps. The days went by and Pip grew and grew. He went from weighing eight pounds to weighing at least thirty pounds. He was a big brown lab which loved to sniff around and eat anything and everything. He went from the Turners feeding him table scraps to stealing anything he could get his teeth on. Lipatoue was starting to worry. She hadn’t eaten in what felt like weeks. Pip guarded all the food, scraps and anything that could be eaten. He growled anytime Lipatoue tried to eat anything or even emerge from the pantry. Lipatoue was scared of this huge monster. Lipatoue may have been a monster herself but she was nothing compared to this thirty pound growling, scrap eating thing.
On night, Lipatoue decided that this had gone on long enough. She was starving and had to eat. She and Dust Bunny had escaped and gotten into the kitchen and were just about to gobble some scraps that Pip had obviously over sniffed when all of sudden Dust Bunny shrieked. Pip was standing over them with droll dripping down. Narrowly escaping certain death Dust Bunny ran behind Lipatoue to hide. Lipatoue tired to show her teeth and her big voluptuous lips but because she hadn’t eaten in so long she lips were chapped and cracked. Pip just laughed at her and drooled some more bending over and snatching the scrap that Lipatoue was just about to consume.







stay tuned...will Pip eat Dust Bunny and Lipatoue or will they escape?!

W11. B1.

I am so excited about today's Blog. I am finally finished with all ten of my outside readings! It was a lot of fun to actually read books that I wasn't assigned to read but was able to read for fun! I love children's books!!!

My last outside reading is called, "Without You" by Sarah Weeks. It was an excellent book. Not only did it teach facts about penguins but also developed a story of a loving penguin family and how they take care of each other! The reason I ordered this book in the first place is because of its AMAZING pictures! They are full of detail and wonderful animation. This was a great children's picture book that I am sure one day will be a favorite in my classroom.

W10. B4.

Creative Writing: Lipatoue and Friends Part One

Our story begins in the middle of the summer when the air is sticky and the sun is hot in a neighborhood where the children played outside. The pantry was full of all sorts of sweets and chips. Lipatoue lived for days like this. Lipatoue was a monster of sorts, if you wanted to call her that. Her body was just a giant pair of lips which consumed every piece of food she could get her lips on. Her lips were connected to two google eyes which she used to search for the best scraps available. She lived for leftovers and thoroughly enjoyed the summer months because the kids were at home and she was able to get a lot more leftovers especially in the form of snacks and cakes. Dust Bunny was Lipatoue’s best friend and partner in crime. Dust Bunny also survived off the crumbs and together they lived happily in the pantry of the Turner family’s home.

Lipatoue was comfortable in her little corner of the pantry and had just had the lunch leftovers and dust bunny was settled down for a nap the day the horrible news was overheard. Mrs. Turner was on the phone and in a very excited tone was telling someone how the family couldn’t wait until the new puppy arrived. The kids could hardly wait for the puppy to finally become part of their family. Lipatoue on the other hand, was horrified. The days went by and Lipatoue was worried sick; until finally the day arrived that the whole family left and returned with a six week old puppy which they named “Pip.”

W10. B3.

Influence Children's Literature has had on Me

I wanted to start with this quote from an anonymous writer, “Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.” This quote I feel exhibits how I feel about children’s literature in a nutshell. A good children’s book will do just that. I am quite often made fun of because I am the mother of my friends but the same time the baby. It’s odd, but reminds me a lot of that quote. I still like things that a twenty one year old apparently isn’t supposed to like anymore (Disney Channel, Miley Cyrus) and I get a lot of grief from my friends about it, but it’s the child in me coming out. Also, I get told to stop being the mom quite frequently. I am very cautious in what I do and I worry constantly about my friends and the choices they make. This is the adult coming out of the child. Children’s literature should be just like that, relatable to your life and appeal to both the adult and child in you.
I was read to as a young child from the time I could breathe. Growing up my mother instilled in me the love of reading. For fun we would go to Barnes and Noble and I got to pick out any book I wanted, most of the time it was more like four or five books I wanted. Most of the time, I couldn’t get through one before we would make another trip to Barnes and Noble or the public library where I would pick five more. Mom had, and still has a weakness for books, but can you blame her?As Henry Ward Beecher once said, “Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore?” My mother loves books and always taught me that you don’t have to curl up on a rainy day and watch a movie, but instead curl up with a good book, normally in her case followed by a “short nap.”
I can not imagine my life without books. When I was young I would make secret places where it would be my “reading corner.” I would go to escape there when I was angry at my sister, mom or dad. I loved reading. While most kids were playing house and dress up I just wanted to read. My cousin lived down the street and would always come over to play but would get so frustrated with me because instead of wanting to play; I wanted to read my book to her.
My favorite genre of children’s literature was mysteries. I didn’t like Goosebumps or anything like that but I loved Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys (probably because of my name). I would start a mystery book and not be able to put it down until I was done. I never could sleep at night but they stirred a longing inside me for adventure. These books instilled in me the desire to become a FBI agent or a detective for the longest time. I would write mini stories of my backyard mysteries and just now that one day I would get to join The Hardy Boys in action. I think this says a lot in itself in the fact that by reading these books I wanted to become them. The authors did such a good job at portraying their characters lives and how they solved the mysteries that at nine and ten years old I was ready to join the FBI. Over the years, my interest has changed and I know what to give children the gift my mother gave me.
I wanted to end with another anonymous quote that says, “If you can read this, thank a teacher.” I think it is so important for teachers to love literature, writing and all the goes along with it. In order for the child to love something they must see it exhibited in you. Growing up reading and being read to is a huge influence in everyone’s lives and hopefully I will be able to impact future lives in the same positive way that I was. My mother has been a teacher/administrator for eighteen years and it is amazing to think of how many lives she has touched with her love of reading. I hope one day I can be that teacher and mother too.

W10. B2

Tonight we were supposed to read the online reading "A Thousand Faces of a Hero." I got home from class and decided I would just go ahead and knock out my reading and printed it out. I had so much fun reading it. It is soo true.

The faces of a hero are very apparent and very real in any good myth or modern day story. My mom always tells me that all movies have three major plot lines and that reminds me a lot of Hero stories. It is all the basic plot line and I loved how he had it set up for us to read. The outline was easy to follow and his examples really made you think back to each story/movie he referred too. And anytime he mentioned a new characterstic of a hero story I asked myself how that related to Bilbo and his quest on becoming a hero.

When it printed thirteen pages I was not excited about reading but I sat down and read it and was done before I knew it. I am excited to discuss what Dr. Robinson thinks about it on Friday!

W10. B1.

I am currently enrolled in a Entomology class here on campus and one of the things we were asked to do was to write a poem and perform it for our classmates (which consists of at least 200 hundred people). This was my poem. Juvenile Hormones are in certain bugs which keep them from molting and become adult bugs.

Poem: Juvenile Hormone

I don’t want to grow up.
I love juvenile hormones.
I will be forever happy as an immature.

I hate molting and wish I could stay small.
I’ll live with this newspaper and forever be tiny.
This juvenile hormone will keep me where I belong.

Oh no! What are you doing?
How can you do this?
I said I wanted to stay small!!!

Oh you tiny little bug, its time you grow up.

W9. B4.

The test was on Friday so I have taken a break from blogging over the weekend but needed to do one more blog for this week. I didn't really know what to blog about today so I decided I would look up some reviews on "The Hobbit" since we are starting it tomorrow.

The Hobbit is most likely the best book written by Tolkien. It has adventure that exceeds that of LOTR and is the the story of how Bilbo (Frodos cousin) comes across the ring and uses its magic in his adventures. The story starts with Bilbo having to accommodate for 13 dwarfs and a wizard Gandalf the gray. He is asked to join a quest and at first is resilient but in the end decides to go. He faces many mishaps and dangers and one of the largest battles middle earth has ever seen.In conclusion the Hobbit is a highly recommended book ever though it is smaller than the LOTR it has more adventure.

review submitted by: Fintan

I have read all of Tolkiens books, and even though the hobbit is the shortest, it is definitely the best. The story starts with Bilbo, being dragged along with a bunch of dwarfs and a wizard, Gandalf. Throughout the beginning, Bilbo is ignored by the dwarfs, and they tend to call him a 'burglar.'The story continues, and Bilbo gets more popular when he finds the One ring, the centre of the LOTR trilogy. I highly recommend this book to people of all ages. It is Tolkiens best work and is surely a fantasy classic!

review submitted by: Dan

from the website: http://www.sffworld.com/book/2291.html

W9. B3.

Tuck Everlasting has always been one of my favorite books. I can remember my mom always talking about what a great book it is and now I understand why it is such an excellent book. Natalie Babbitt does a great job letting you into the world of the Fosters and into the never ending world of the Tucks. Tuck Everlasting teaches Winnie a lot of life lessons and perhaps the reader could take something from it also. I am not a big fan of Natalie Babbitt books but Tuck Everlasting is a great book. As I read this book I could see myself in three years teaching this book chapter by chapter to my students and hopefully will instill the love of this book that my mother instilled in me so many years ago.

W9. B2.

Last night I had read Rossetti Sing Song and had got through them painfully and didn’t find them very fun to read at all, especially after reading Stevenson who is so upbeat and playful. Sing-Song seemed dark and sad, nothing I want to read to my children. As a child my mom read Stevenson’s verse to me all the time. I made sure when I got the books for this class I found the big book version of his poems, the one just like I had when I was a child. Rossetti I had never even heard of.

Today when we started discussing them I was not very excited. I had read over the handout but not studied it in depth and once we started discussing it I was thoroughly surprised. These verses weren’t near as bad as I had made them out to be. Once I understood the context that these verses were written in it made them seem much more acceptable and fun to read.

Still not as fun as Stevenson though.

W9. B1.

Creative writing:
For one of my other classes we had to re-write The Little Red Hen when a different setting and different characters. I choose the beach. It is as follows:

The Little Red Sand Crab

Once upon a time, there was a little red sand crab that lived at the beach. She was friends with noisy seagull, a sleepy best friend and a lazy lifeguard.
One day the little red sand crab decided to build a sand sculpture. The little red sand crab said, “Who will help me sketch a sand sculpture?”

“Not I” said the noisy seagull and he flew away.
“Not I” said the sleepy best friend and she closed her eyes.
“Not I” said the lazy lifeguard and went back to his post.

“Then I will sketch it myself” said the little red sand crab. And she did.
When the sand sculpture had been sketched she knew it was time to start collecting supplies. “Who will help me choose and gather supplies?”

“Not I” said the noisy seagull.
“Not I” said the sleepy best friend.
“Not I” said the lazy lifeguard.

“Then I will gather supplies myself.” And she did.
“Now”, said the little red sand crab, “it is time to dig a hole down to where the sand is dark and bring buckets of water from the ocean. Who will help me?”

“Not I” said the noisy seagull.
“Not I” said the sleepy best friend.
“Not I” said the lazy lifeguard.

“Then I will dig the hole and bring the buckets of water myself,” said the little red sand crab. And she did.
The little red sand crab worked hard at digging her hole deep and even harder at carrying up the buckets of water to her work area.
When she was finally done with that, the little red sand crab asked, “Who will help me scoop wet sand into the center so we can begin working?”

"Not I” said the seagull, best friend and lifeguard all at once.

“Then I will do it myself,” said the little red sand crab. And she did.
When the wet sand was in position and she was ready to start building she asked, “Who will help me build a castle and moat for the sand sculpture?”

“Not I” said the noisy seagull.
“Not I” said the sleepy best friend.
“Not I” said the lazy lifeguard.

“Then I will build it myself,” said the little red sand crab. And she did.
It just so happened that this day there was a sand sculpture contest going on and the grand prize winner won $1,000! The little red sand crab thought this was a great idea. What did she have to lose?
Soon her sand sculpture was finished and she said, “Who will help me enter this into the sand sculpture contest?

“I will” said the noisy seagull.
“I will” said the sleepy best friend.
“I will” said the lazy lifeguard.

“Oh no you won’t,” said the little red sand crab. “You wouldn’t help me sketch the design, choose and gather supplies, dig a hole, bring buckets of water from the ocean, scoop wet sand into the hole, or help me build my castle and moat. Now I will enter the contest all myself!”
And that’s just what she did.

W8. B4.

As a child I always loved reading mystery books. The Hardy Boys were one of my favorites because my last name is Hardy but the best mystery books which I could never put down were the classic Nancy Drew books. Caroyln Keene is an excellent author and when I was a young child I always wanted to be a detective and a mystery book writer because of Nancy Drew. But did you know? That Caroyln Keene is just a pen name? I had no idea. It is a common pen name which is used by the company who produces the Nancy Drew books. neat huh?

W8. B3.

Today I was reading "A Childs Garden of Verses" and I came across one of my all time favorite poems. Growing up our house was next too two lakes and on pretty days my mom and I would walk to the lakes each with a book and would sit around the lake and read and some days we would take Austin, my puppy with us. My most vivid memory of going to the lakes with my mom is me sitting on her lap and her quoting this poem to me. I know that one day I will quote this poem to my daughter and perhaps even read it to her from this book. The poem is, "The Swing" and it goes like this:

The Swing

How would you like to go up in a swing,
up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do believe it is the pleasantest thing
ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
till I can see so wide,
Rivers and tress and castle and all
over the countryside-

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown-
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!

W8. B2.

Today I wanted to Blog about children’s poetry. So as I was thinking of something to write about I decided I would look up children's poetry. I came across Poetry Month which just so happens to be April. Considering it is almost April I found that relevant to what we have been studying. As I looked online for more information on Poetry Month I found a whole page full of ideas of how to incorporate poetry into your teaching. Also I feel teachers feel restricted to use only poetry with language arts or English but you can incorporate poetry into all aspects of your classroom. There are some excellent books that help teach children about math and at the same time are rhymes and riddles which incorporate poetry such as Math for All Seasons by Greg Tang.

W8. B1.

Over Spring Break I finished all my outside readings but I wanted to Blog on Twice upon a Time: Sleeping Beauty before any of the others. This book is so cute. It is a chapter book where each chapter switches back and forth between Sleeping Beauty and the Prince and we get to see both sides of the story. Sleeping Beauty is your typical princess and her story doesn’t vary much. The prince on the other hand does. It was quite funny to hear the prince’s side of the story. His mother has “ogre blood” and twice a month tries to eat him. It is definitely a different take on Sleeping Beauty and it was one I thoroughly enjoyed.

W7. B4. Mother Goose

M ature
O de
T une
H olding
E gg
R hyme

G uardian
O ffspring
O bscure
S upportive
E nergetic

I chose to do an acrostic poem with Mother Goose today for my Blog. Today in class we discussed the beginning of mother goose and how she came about. In doing this acrostic poem I went to a thesaurus and tried to find words that in my mind described Mother Goose herself and the rhymes that went along with it. I was having difficulty choosing an “O” word but I came across obscure and then read the synonyms for it and they included “unclear, unbelievable” etc. and after today’s class apparently many mother goose rhymes may have been clear two hundred years ago but today they are vague and unclear at certain times depending on the rhyme your reading.

W7. B3. Children's Books

Children’s Books

I love Scholastic book orders. They will more than likely be the reason why I go broke some day. Today was got our February order in and I was in heaven. Since last Thursday, the day we lost my grandpa I haven’t exactly been in the best of moods and the weather wasn’t helping, plus being behind in school, etc. but the day we get our book orders, I feel nothing could go wrong. I know, I know- pretty lame but I can’t help it! I love children’s books. Today when I got home from class I made an excel spreadsheet with the title, author, illustrator and synopsis of each book so I could find each book easily and know what each one was about. I bought picture books, early readers, all the way to chapter books children wouldn’t read till 5th grade. The more children’s books I read and learn about the more excited I get about teaching little kids. I can hardly wait! I can start subbing next semester and I know my knowledge of children’s literature will be of great help.

W7. B2. Littlest Knight

The Littlest Knight: by Carol Moore

I started reading this book because my boyfriend’s last name is "Knight" so now I am always attracted to things regarding Knights- because I consider him my "knight." When I began reading this short picture book I was very critical about how the pictures weren’t that good, but as I read on I really began to enjoy the book. There were a number of life lessons and biblical references. The little knight loves the princess but no one thinks he will be able to defeat the dragon which many knights have tried to kill- (David and Goliath) Of course; he does with the help of the bees. Also the bees mean a lot to me because my grandpa was a bee keeper and loved bees and so this story was really neat for me to come across with his recent death and the little knights kindness to the bee's is what saves him.

Also another life lesson that is taught through this story was do not always take things for what they look like. Two examples, the little knight: no one thought he could do it because he was little and of course he did. Secondly, the dragon: everyone believes him to be an evil dragon just wanted to kill but in reality he was under a spell and was a gentle dragon. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and will probably read it again and perhaps go find it to buy!

W7. B1. Goblin

I had never even heard of The Princess and the Goblin until this class. I must admit though I liked it. I probably would not read it again for fun but it did keep me turning the pages. I wanted to keep reading because I was just waiting for something to happen to Irene when she was with her grandmother. The whole first half of the book I felt like she was the evil character that had something to do with the goblins. The mystery of whether the grandmother was good or evil is what kept me reading. I felt the grandmother was creepy for much of the book. Once I resolved in my head that the grandmother is looking out for her and no harm will come to her while she is with her or under her care I liked the grandmother more.
Something I didn’t like was how it just ended. Yes, everything was solved and the goblins were no longer a problem to the princess, the miners and everyone else but I just felt like all of sudden it’s done and everyone is happy and everything is solved.
Lastly, I am in shock there is a movie made after this book. Granted I realize it is a “Puffin Classic” but I have never heard of it, nor had my family or my friends. Odd how some movies like Cinderella, Snow White, Enchanted make it so big yet a book that is claimed a “classic” no one has ever heard of.

W6. B4. Funeral

Just wanted to post so that if you graded the week of February 25th-March 2nd I was out of town at my grandfathers funeral and that was why I was missing my last post. Here is a picture of his funeral program.

W6.B3.

Lauren and Her Doll

Her face was soft and round. She was not an ordinary doll. She was the length of a precious newborn baby, with legs and arms proportionately distributed with her body. She was dressed with a blue dress with white flowers on it and a matching blue bonnet. Her face was white and looked almost drawn on by hand. Her name was Laura.
Laura loved her owner, Lauren. Laura was made especially for Lauren. Lauren’s mother had a great friend who was an amazing artist. She took a picture of Lauren from when she was a year old and painted her face onto a doll that would be cherished by Lauren forever. Lauren would not sleep without Laura and carried the doll with her everywhere. Lauren loved changing her clothes and Lauren’s mother always insisted she needed to wash her clothes because of the way they smelled. Lauren didn’t smell a thing. To her, Laura was roses and lavender, peaches and cream and that was how Lauren liked it.
Lauren continued to grow older and Laura continued to be loved. Lauren’s friends would make fun of Lauren because of her doll whose face had now grown from white and detailed to gray and faded was still the center of Lauren’s bed. Lauren still was unable to sleep without her and she didn’t mind being made fun of.
Today Laura is in the top of a closet. Lauren still thinks of her often. Laurens bed is no longer piled high with baby dolls and stuffed animals but if she had to choose one to be on her bed once again, there is no doubt it would be Laura.

W6. B2.

An Ode about Grandpa Hardy:

My grandpa is 94 years old.
He is my hero and role model.
My grandmother takes care of him
She is a servant of the Lord.
Together they are my grandparents.

My grandpa has had cancer for over ten years.
It has spread and is moving quickly.
His body is giving up.
But his heart and soul won’t give in.

Eventually life has to take its toll and age will wear down on you.
My memories of him are filled with tears of joy and belly laughter.
His bible stories that last two hours, to his jokes about liberals.
My grandpa is and will always be the most wonderful man I know.

My father is his only male legacy and my dad is already exhibiting the wonderful qualities his dad instilled in him.

My mom stays in the hospital with my grandpa now.
She says she counts on the sparkle in his eye when my grandma comes in the room.
She also said- that sparkle is gone.

The doctor said people can live like this a long time.
It’s not living though,
It’s existing.

God put him on this earth and his goal has always been to get to Heaven.
He has accomplished God’s plan and will and his passion and joy has overflowed into my family and others peoples hearts forever.

W6. B1.

Storytelling Meeting

Tonight I went to the Aggie Storytelling Association Meeting and we told stories for an hour. It was a lot of fun. It was very interactive and not formal at all. We started the meeting by one of the officers telling us a story about a princess trying to find her mate and the three brothers who are in pursuit of them. It was a funny story in the end. After she told her story she sat down with us and opened the floor for anyone who wanted to tell a story. Before I knew it my big mouth opened and I ended up telling four or five stories before the night was over. It was a lot of fun and I am more than likely going to join the organization. I also won the door prize which consisted of me getting to pick a children’s book from a pile. I told everyone there that there isn’t many majors who would get this excited about getting a children’s book as a door prize besides education and tell me tell them boy was I excited? I got a book by the author of Because of Winn Dixie. I am excited to read it and it will probably end up being one of my outside reading books. Overall it was a fun experience and we all in a way became authors of our own oral stories.

W5. B4.

Barbara Parks Biography

I did my outside reading earlier this week on a Junie B Jones book by Barbara Parks. I was curious about her as an author and decided to do a little research on some of the other books she has written along with her background.

Dubbed "one of the funniest . . . writers around," by Booklist's Ilene Cooper, and an author "who has consistently shown an ability to shed humorous light on potentially dreary situations," by Betsy Hearne in Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books, juvenile novelist Barbara Park tackles subjects from peer pressure to divorce to dealing with the death of a sibling to facing the devastation caused by Alzheimer's--all with a distinctly sardonic and light touch. Her award-winning novels, such as Don't Make Me Smile, The Kid in the Red Jacket, Skinnybones, Maxie, Rosie, and Earl--Partners in Grime, Mick Harte Was Here, and The Graduation of Jake Moon, attest to her winning prose and themes that challenge but do not overwhelm young readers. In her series of chapter books for beginning readers, the "Junie B. Jones" books, she presents a plucky and feisty female protagonist who gets herself involved in adventures from discovering the identity of a secret valentine to learning what to do with a fruitcake won in a school carnival.Born in Mount Holly, New Jersey, in 1947, Park confessed in her autobiography page for the Random House Web site that "as a kid I had absolutely no interest in writing whatsoever." She did, however, have a great interest in humor. "I always found myself incredibly amusing," she further commented. "So from the first grade on, whenever a funny thought hit me, I would happily blurt it out for the whole class to hear." By high school she had developed a strong interest in reading. Then, little by little, her feelings about writing began to change, too. Graduating from the University of Alabama in 1969, she married that same summer. Her husband, Richard, was serving in the U.S. Air Force, and suddenly Park thought that writing--which she could do at home while her two boys were growing up--could be a good outlet for her humorous side.(http://www.edupaperback.org/showauth.cfm?authid=38)

Reading this I was surprised. I loved Mick Harte was Here growing up and had no idea someone with such humor in her early chapter books of Junie B Jones to something so serious as in Mick Harte was here. I personally think she is an excellent writer with a wide range of talents.

W5. B3.

This is a poem I wrote my junior year of high school after capturing these baby birds in our front yard. Photography has always been such a love of mine. This is my favorite pictures I've ever taken. The poem is kinda depressing but its just a poem : )

Cry For Love:

Lauren Hardy

CRY FOR LOVE

Small, helpless, begging for attention
The baby birds cry out for help,
Unable to help themselves
Depending fully on their parents.

The noise they make is so soft
But so loud to those who listen.
If forgotten about, or not shown love,
The baby birds will not thrive.
Not only will they not thrive,
They will cease to exist at all.

How many people are like this?
In this world people want to be noticed.
They may not be the life of the party
Or be the jock from the football team
But they all need the same.

If not noticed, they will begin to wait
Like those baby birds
Waiting for someone to show them love.
And if no one listens or shows them love
They will also cease to exist.

Suicide in our society is at a high rate
So take the time to say hi to a boy or a girl
Who doesn’t have many friends.
You might just be the one who listens
And helps them thrive.

W5. B2.

Outside Reading: Junie B Jones & The Mushy Gushy Valentines

by: Barbara Parks

I love being in Dr. Self's ECHE class for a number of reasons but one of my favorites is the fact that we get the Scholastic Book Orders ever month. I have a real weakness for children’s books and so I always buy at least 10-15 new books. The one I chose to read today for my outside reading list was Junie B Jones & the Mushy Gushy Valentine. It was really cute. Very typical of how kindergartens are. Junie B and Jim pick on each other in class all the time and everyone believes they hate each other but on Valentines Day Jim gets Junie B a BIG "mushy gushy Valentine." But they decide they should go on pretending to hate each other so Room Nine won’t be different. It is a real cute book. Another thing I realized as reading was her best friend is a snob. She tells Junie B she can sweep her castle one day and Junie B is happy to do so. And she is conceited and only thinks of herself yet her friends Grace and Junie B love her anyways. That little girl will have a reality shock when she gets older. Her “bestest friend” Lucille (the snob) reminds me a lot of the girls from Mean Girls.

W5. B1

Conclusion to Creative Writing: Worst Day Ever

The ten year old was comfy in the middle with plenty of room for her legs to be fully extended. However, mine were cramped and about to be Indian style. I didn’t know what to do, my body was aching and my legs were getting closer and closer to my body. Eddie just kept on driving faster and faster. Before I knew it my legs were up underneath my bottom. And two bumps in the water later I was screaming STOP for real! I had begun to cry and have a panic attack all at once. Finally Eddie and the cousins realized I wasn’t yelling stop for fun anymore that I was crying and really wanted to stop! What seemed like hours later (probably 30 seconds), he stopped and I immediately felt like a baby. My heart was racing and I thought for sure I was having a heart attack. I freaked out and forgot all about my back because my heart felt like it was going to explode.
Slowly we rode into the deck where the remaining family that hadn’t gone on the relaxing boat was waiting, watching us realizing something was wrong. Thankfully, one of Patrick’s aunts is a nurse. She walked me into the house, got me some water and grapes and took my heart rate. It had slowed back to normal. By this time I was so embarrassed that I had caused such a scene for my heart which was perfectly fine. I didn’t dare tell them I couldn’t move off the couch. For the rest of the day I sat on the couch moving only when I needed to.

Sunday morning was the worst. I couldn’t get out of bed. I couldn’t tell anyone this so I slowly pulled myself out of the bed and realized something really was wrong. The rest of Sunday I did nothing but move slowly from one chair to the other and lower myself into each one. Each time someone asked me what was wrong I just insisted I was sore. Later that night we packed up and headed back to Bluefield where my family was staying with my Granny. The rest of my trip was full of pain and misery. What could possibly be wrong with me? Granny blamed mom and said she never should have let me go, and mom just told me I was sore and I would be fine in a couple of days.
She was wrong. Two months later, two days before moving into my dorm as a freshman at Texas A&M, I finally convinced her something really was wrong and that I needed to go to a doctor just to put my mind at rest before venturing out on my own as a college student. We went to the doctor and got it X-rayed. The doctor came in with a solemn face, put my x-ray on the wall and said so matter of fact, “Your back is broken.” I was in shock! How had I been walking? How had I been doing anything at all!? He showed me on the x-ray where the bones had done a domino effect when my legs came under me and how my bones had squished all my discs which keep your back bones from rubbing against each other. I was horrified. My mom felt awful for doubting me and now believes me anytime I tell her something is hurting or wrong with me.
Two days later I moved into my third story dorm and realized I had never been in so much pain in my life. I took physical therapy for a couple of months and that helped. However, still to this day, when the weather changes I know. And if I do something too strenuous I have no back. Crazy to think, I am twenty one years old and have already thrown out my back two times. One fun weekend on the lake turned into a lifetime of pain.

W4. B4.

Set Me Free

Little Girl, Why are you crying?
I've lost my way and cant seem to find it.
Little Girl, Little Girl please dont cry-
I'll help you get found fast.
Oh but I dont know if you can help me
You see I am not really lost
I just cant seem to be found.
Ive searched long and hard
but everywhere I go
I feel I am farther and farther lost than before.
I think I know who can help you.
He will set you free and help you get found.
Im sure has been looking for you.
Oh please Oh please, if you can help me find him
that would be wonderful.
What is his name?
His name is Emmanuel, King of Kings, Prince of Peace,
Jesus.

W4. B3.

The Parent Trap

Real quick blog tonight considering I should be studying for the exam tomorrow but as I was eating dinner I was watching The Parent Trap with Lindsey Lohan and so I had to watch the whole thing and decided as I was watching it a number of things in this movie can relate to fairy tales.
• The girls call there soon to be step mother “Cruella”
• The step mother plans to make their life miserable once they get married (thankfully he doesn’t marry her)
• They have a form of a ball where they meet and fall back in love (scene where they are on the boat)
• Lastly, the very last line of the movie the girl’s original mother says, “What are we supposed to live Happily Ever After…?”

W4. B2.

Creative Writing: The Worst Day Ever Continued...

Patrick and the adults were all going for a ride on the big slow boat and it sounded great to be sitting on the boat relaxing, not on a Jet Ski or speed boat. However, his little sister, Stacey was bound and determined that I was going to go tubing with them. Stacey and her two cousins wanted to go in the tube where you actually sit in the tube with your legs out in front, not to mention they wanted to be pulled by Patrick’s older red neck brother, Eddie on a Jet Ski. I should have known better, but I only agreed to go because I was going to sit on the back of the Jet Ski and tell Eddie when they wanted to stop, slow down, go faster, etc. However, Stacey decided at the last minute (once the relaxing boat was gone) that she wanted to sit on the Jet Ski and her two cousins and I would be in the tube. UGH! What was I going to do!? I had no other option.

I got into the tube nervously. What was I going to do? Here I am with a ten and twelve year old that are so excited and I’m the eighteen year old scared out of my mind. I should have been in the middle because I was the tallest and so my legs needed the most space but of course the ten year old was semi-scared and wanted to be in the middle as to not fall out into the lake. I took my place on the outer right side and said a little prayer…off we went.
Before I knew it I was screaming at the top of my lungs to STOP! I was laughing, but I was so scared I was just screaming stop for the heck of it. I really just wanted him to slow down. We were flying through the water bouncing up and down going this way and that. I thought for sure I was going to die.


stay tuned for the conclusion...

W4. B1.

The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe Character Interview:

The Lion:

•My name is Aslan.
•I am the king, the lord of the whole wood and the great emperor beyond the sea.
•I am the honest peacekeeper.
•I make wrong right.
•I bring new life.
•I am the great sacrifice.
•I often drop in but will not stay
•I am not tame. I am wild.

The Witch:
•I’m tall and pale with flaming eyes.
•I pretend to like everyone.
•I am the “Queen” of Narnia.
•I make it winter all the time but never Christmas.
•I turn my enemies into stone through the use of my magic wand.
•I want to have complete control over Narnia through taking over the “sons of Adam” & “daughters of Eve”

The Wardrobe:
•I am in a forgotten hallway in a forgotten room during the World War II during the 1950’s.
•I am enormous and my floor sometimes is cold and full of snow.
•I am full of long fur coats.
•There is a world beyond my coats.
•Lucy falls upon my magic on accident and there begins our story…

Week Three: Blog Four

Creative Writing: Worst Day Ever

Part One

The worst day of my life began as one of the best. It began much earlier than I would have wanted but spending time with Patrick was worth it. I was spending the weekend with his family at their three story lake house in the midst of the beautiful Virginia mountains on the lake where Dirty Dancing was filmed. It couldn’t get better than this.

I woke up Saturday morning reflecting on the day before and ready for another fun day on the lake. I could smell breakfast above me and could hear everyone laughing and moving around. I went upstairs to join them and found that I was the last one to wake up and everyone gave me a hard time. I don’t Jet Ski or tube very often so my body was aching from the fun day before. However, this family was always on the water, and I didn’t want to look like a baby. Before long the boats, the jet skis and the tubes were all out, and we all were in our bathing suits ready to have some more fun! I was trying my hardest to ignore the throbbing pain or aching I was experiencing from my lack of normal exercise...


until next time...

Week Three: Blog Three

What is the Caldecott Medal?

The Medal shall be awarded annually to the artist of the most distinguished American picture book for children published in English in the United States during the preceding year. There are no limitations as to the character of the picture book except that the illustrations be original work. Honor Books may be named. These shall be books that are also truly distinguished. Another requirement is that the artist must be a U.S. citizen or resident. This annual award has been presented every year since 1938. It is named after Randolph Caldecott, a nineteenth century English illustrator who was known for his picture book illustrations. In most years, in addition to the Caldecott Medal winner, several books are designated Caldecott Honor Books for the quality of their illustrations.
The 2008 Caldecott winner is Brian Selznick with his book The Invention of Hugo Cabert. This book is stunning and absolutely one of my new favorite books. If any book I would recommend it would be this one. It is stunning!

Week Three: Blog Two

Runaway Valentine

The Runaway Valentine was a very cute picture book. I work in a pre-school for three hours on Tuesdays and I read this book at least 5 times this morning. It is about the adventure of a Valentines Day card. It starts out by telling the reader that there is a shop full of the most wonderful valentine cards. In particular, “Victor” is the best and he knows it. He is very impatient and gets knocked off the shelf. The store owner doesn’t realize it and he is brushed aside. Victor decides that he will “runaway” and find someone who will want him. He comes across many obstacles but no one wants him for a card. Everyone that he meets takes a tiny piece of him making him more distraught and upset every time. Finally, when there is just a tiny piece of his face left a little girl finds him and makes him into a Valentines Day card more beautiful than anything you could buy.

This made me think of how creative young children are. You don’t think to go and buy the ten dollar Valentines Day card that sings or is shiny, instead you look for the small things that would make something beautiful. This valentines day I will spend my time trying to be creative and I’m sure I will think of Victor and how he was so full of himself and sure he would be the first one to be bought when really he wasn’t bought at all and how to appreciate the small things and the things someone took the time to make and give you.

Week Three: Blog One

Biographical Notes for Eric Carle

Growing up Eric Carle has always been my favorite author. His sense of style is all of his own and is very recognizable. This is his biography off of his offical website.

Eric Carle is acclaimed and beloved as the creator of brilliantly illustrated and innovatively designed picture books for very young children. His best-known work, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, has eaten its way into the hearts of literally millions of children all over the world and has been translated into more than 45 languages and sold over 25 million copies. Since the Caterpillar was published in 1969, Eric Carle has illustrated more than seventy books, many best sellers, most of which he also wrote, and more than 75 million copies of his books have sold around the world…One day, respected educator and author, Bill Martin Jr, called to ask Carle to illustrate a story he had written. Martin’s eye had been caught by a striking picture of a red lobster that Carle had created for an advertisement. Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? was the result of their collaboration. It is still a favorite with children everywhere. This was the beginning of Eric Carle’s true career. Soon Carle was writing his own stories, too. His first wholly original book was 1,2,3 to the Zoo, followed soon afterward by the celebrated classic, The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
Eric Carle’s art is distinctive and instantly recognizable. His art work is created in collage technique, using hand-painted papers, which he cuts and layers to form bright and cheerful images. Many of his books have an added dimension—die-cut pages, twinkling lights as in The Very Lonely Firefly, even the lifelike sound of a cricket’s song as in The Very Quiet Cricket - giving them a playful quality: a toy that can be read, a book that can be touched…
The secret of Eric Carle’s books’ appeal lies in his intuitive understanding of and respect for children, who sense in him instinctively someone who shares their most cherished thoughts and emotions.
The themes of his stories are usually drawn from his extensive knowledge and love of nature—an interest shared by most small children. Besides being beautiful and entertaining, his books always offer the child the opportunity to learn something about the world around them. It is his concern for children, for their feelings and their inquisitiveness, for their creativity and their intellectual growth that, in addition to his beautiful artwork, makes the reading of his books such a stimulating and lasting experience.
Carle says: “With many of my books I attempt to bridge the gap between the home and school. To me home represents, or should represent; warmth, security, toys, holding hands, being held. School is a strange and new place for a child. Will it be a happy place? There are new people, a teacher, classmates—will they be friendly?
I believe the passage from home to school is the second biggest trauma of childhood; the first is, of course, being born. Indeed, in both cases we leave a place of warmth and protection for one that is unknown. The unknown often brings fear with it. In my books I try to counteract this fear, to replace it with a positive message. I believe that children are naturally creative and eager to learn. I want to show them that learning is really both fascinating and fun.”

Taken from: www.eric-carle.com/bio

Click on the books and it takes you to a short synopsis about each one.

Week Two: Blog Four

Smoky Mountain Rose: An Appalachian Cinderella

I chose this book for my third outside reading book because we are currently reading our Cinderella stories. When I went home my mom and I went through our closets upstairs and found me tons of my books from when I was younger. My mom was raised in Virginia and has instilled me in the love of the mountains. So when she handed me this book I knew it would be a good one. In the author's note of this book it talks about all the many other verisions of Cinderella. She talks about the "Catskins" and "Ashpet." Before this class I wouldnt have even bothered to look at that and take into consideration all the differences but she points them out and now that I have read them all it so intreresting to look at the different versions.





Another thing I loved about this book was the language she used to really put you in the Smoky Mountains and understand how they talk and felt. Also I loved the larger than life illustrations.

Week Two: Blog Three

Disney Magic: Cinderella Video

http://youtube.com/watch?v=uWt2Udoy1uQ&feature=related

Somehow I know I will find a way, To a brighter day, in the sun
Somewhere I know that he waits for me,
Someday soon he'll see, I'm the one.
I won't give up on this feeling, And nothing could keep me away.

'Cause I still believe in destiny, That you and I were meant to be.
I still wish on the stars as they fall from above,
'Cause I still believe, believe in love.
I know what's real can not be denied, Although it may hide for a while.
With just one touch love can calm your fears, Turning all your tears, into smiles.
It's such a wonderous feeling, I know that my heart can't be wrong.

'Cause I still believe in destiny, That you and I were meant to be.
I still wish on the stars as they fall from above,
'Cause I still believe, believe in love.
Love can make miracles, change everything,
Lift you from the darkness, and make your heart sing (make your heart sing),
Love is forever, when you fall, it's the greatest power of all.

Oh I still believe in destiny,That you and I were meant to be.
I still wish on the stars as they fall from above,'Cause I still believe, believe in love.
Yes I still believe, believe in love. I still believe in love.

Week Two: Blog Two

Curious George and the Dump Truck

Curious, Curious George-

What have you gotten yourself into this time?

You followed the ducks, and got in the truck.

Oh Curious George-

It would have been fine had you not crossed the line

When you jumped on the lever it was not very clever.

Curious, Curious George-

It ended alright, you got away without a fight-

You made a new home, for the ducks to roam

Oh Curious George-

The planters, the people, and the ducks were all very happy

To see what you did by being so clever and jumping on the lever.

Curious, Curious George-

You got lucky this time.

Week Two: Blog One

Who is Anna?

This book, My Sisters Keeper has so much emotion. I don't want to put it down. My mom has always told me to write in my books and highlight things I love so I did just that. So far I might as well highlight the whole book but here are a few of my favorite quotes so far...

"It more than just the way I look: refugee-skinny...hair the color of dirt, connect-the-dot freckles on my checks that let me tell you, do not fade with lemon juice or sunscreen...No, God obviously in some kind of mood on my birthday...(Picoult 9)"

"Normal, in our house, is like a blanket to short for a bed- sometimes it covers you just fine, and other times it leaves you cold and shaking and worst of all, you never know which of the two it's going to be (11)."

The way she writes is absolutely stunning. I feel like 10 pages in I already know her personality and how she thinks. She is just fabulous!!!

Week One: Blog Two

This is the most amazing book I have ever read and suggest anyone and everyone to read it. I have yet to be able to put it down and more than likely will get more than half way through tonight. The synopsis of this story is a young girl who is genetically produced to save her older sisters life. The story goes through the struggle of the young girl trying to become her own person and not just someone who is there to save her sisters life. I read this book in the past and have always wanted a reason to pick it up and start reading it again. This is great way because now I will look at it analytically. I am excited to blog about my favorite quotes, stories from the book and everything else about this novel. It is by far my favorite novel ever. Guess Ill get back to reading it. : )

Week One: Blog One

Captured:

What if today, this moment, right now was the last time you had with me?
Would you remember what we said or how our conversation ended?
We never know how much time we have. We are not promised tomorrow.
I would like to think I don't take people in my life for granted but I do.
Take the time today and stop and enjoy the people you are surrounded by,
Capture the precious moments and cherish them.
One day we will look back and be sad because our memory will have failed us.
Capture the memories and put them in safe keeping because one day they will be gone.

This is poem I wrote a few years ago and looking back in this time of my life I was questioning alot of things. I feel like I was so thankful for everything in my life that the only way I felt I could express it was by writing a poem that hopefully someone may remember me by.

Outside Reading

Book 1: My Sisters Keeper
Author: Jodi Picoult
Picutre Book: no
Date and Number: January 2008

Book 2: Curious George and the Dump Truck
Author: H.A. and Margret Rey
Picture Book: yes
Date and Number: January 28th, 2008

Book 3: Smoky Mountain Rose: An Appalachian Cinderella
Author: Alan Schroeder
Picture Book: yes
Date and Number: Februrary 3th, 2008

Book 4: The Runaway Valentine
Author: Tina Casey
Picture Book: Yes
Date and Number: February 5th, 2008

Book 5: The Loin, The Witch and the Wardrobe
Author: C.S. Lewis
Picture Book: no
Date and Number: February 11th, 2008

Book 6: Junie B Jones & The Mushy Gushy Valentine
Author: Barbara Parks
Picutre Book: no
Date and Number: February 20th, 2008

Book 7: The Littlest Knight
Author: Carol Moore
PIcture Book: yes
Date and Number: March 4th, 2008

Book 8: Tuck Everlasting
Author: Natalie Babbitt
Picture Book: no
Date and Number: March 27th, 2008

Book 9: Without You
Author: Sarah Weeks
Picture Book: yes
Date and Number: April 8th, 2008

Book 10: Twice Upon A Time: Sleeping Beauty
Author: Wendy Mass
Picture Book: no
Date and Number: March 15th, 2008