Book Review: Remember Dippy

Some of you may know that I’m also blogging for AuSome Environments, an online community for parents, teachers, and autism experts to form connections and track resources. My focus is primarily book reviews. These will range from books for children to adults, fiction and nonfiction. Here’s the first one, but if this interests you at all check out our site. And if you want to get involved, you know how to reach me. 🙂

Hey all, Tish the Book Lady here for my first official book review. I read this book over the summer, which fit since the book is set in summer. As I look out my window at a blizzard today, summer seems impossibly far away.

Remember Dippy by Shirley Reva Vernick is a middle grade novel focusing on a group of characters ages 13-15. The main character, Johnny, is 13 and finds himself living with his aunt and cousin for the summer while his mother is out of town for work. His aunt works at the local 7-11, and his cousin, Remember, is 15 and has autism, although it isn’t explicitly stated. Most of Johnny’s summer involves hanging out with his friends and keeping an eye on ‘Mem’ while his aunt is at work.

The book as a whole was pleasant and engaging. At times it was a little unclear what time period this was taking place in, but overall it felt recent enough to be easily relatable. Students could easily imagine living in a small enough town that the adults would feel comfortable letting young teens look after themselves most of the time, even if that’s not something that they’ve experienced themselves. This could also be a nice discussion point: What would it be like to have the kind of freedom that the characters in this book have? (Especially when they get themselves into slightly complicated scrapes along the way.)

One of the parts that I appreciated most was that although the book is named after him, Remember is not the protagonist. He’s certainly one of the central characters, but Johnny has the POV and most of the growth in the novel. Johnny and his friends treat Mem like one of the gang and seem to easily adapt to his quirks and outbursts. Maybe that’s a little unexpected for the age group, but as a reader, you assume that they’ve known him for awhile and this behavior isn’t unusual. Several of the characters quickly come to appreciate Mem’s skills at video games and bring their games over for him to help them through complicated levels.

Although there are moments that Johnny clearly wants Mem to do a certain thing, for example they want to see if Mem’s pet ferret can go down into the vents to retrieve a missing ring, he never takes control or forces something. He allows Mem to make his own decisions about what he’d like to do, and for the most part he respects those decisions.

As I said before, most of the character growth happens to Johnny. Encountering different people and situations throughout the summer causes him to become less self-centered than he had been. This would also be an interesting discussion with students: How would you react to these events? Do you think Johnny behaves differently at the end of the summer than he does at the beginning?

Although this would make a good read for the entire class, I also recommend it for individual teachers and students. Although one of the characters is autistic, this isn’t a book about autism. It’s a book about summer and family and friendship.

Thanks for reading! Coming soon are reviews of Life, Animated by Ron Suskind, Rules by Cynthia Lord, and Why Johnny Doesn’t Flap: NT is OK! by Clay and Gail Morton. And remember, if there’s a book you’d like me to review, please post it in the comments!

Happy Holidays!

Unexpected Inspiration and a Book Review (of sorts)

Last semester I took a class on the History of the English Language and I wrote my final paper (through a couple of migraines) on the various dictionaries, looking at them historically and comparing methods and scope. It was an exceptionally nerdy project, and I found it fascinating to compare Samuel Johnson’s work to Noah Webster’s, and both of those to the Oxford English Dictionary (OED). I read many articles and books, some in more detail than others. Two by Simon Winchester on the OED intrigued me most and I’ve held on to them all summer. The library due dates are approaching, so I’ve buckled down to finish.

Today I finished The Meaning of Everything, which covers the whole scope of the OED project, focusing mainly on the various editors. The primary hero is James Murray, who developed the system for creating and arranging the definitions. But the man who unexpectedly inspired me today was Henry Bradley. Bradley initially wrote a review of one of the early sections of the dictionary and his deft balancing of praise and critique eventually earned him the respect of Murray and a position as editor. So, here’s the line that stuck out to me:

The story of what then befell Henry Bradley should serve as encouragement for today’s writers, one might think, and prompt them to consider the possibilities and opportunities that might yet come from the vagaries of the freelance life. p.156

You never know what might lead to the next big thing in your life. And as a writer myself, this was an excellent reminder to keep writing no matter what the assignment.

*Also, if you want to talk more about dictionaries and the men who wrote them, hit me up. 😉

Book Review: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child

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Like most of my generation, I grew up on Harry Potter. Midnight release parties at Barnes & Noble. Waiting in line for the movies clutching a wand. When a new book came out, there were often 3 or 4 bookmarks in our family copy. We spent many road trips listening to Jim Dale take us to Hogwarts and back.

So, you’d think that I’d have been one of the most excited this summer by the release of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. But I wasn’t. Not that I don’t still love HP. It took me awhile to figure out why I wasn’t excited. Why I was feeling apprehensive. And to be honest, I think I have to blame Star Wars.

Let me explain. I’m a pretty hard core nerd. I loved Star Wars, still do, to a degree. But I was pretty shattered and disappointed by The Force Awakens. (I really should do a whole other post on this subject.)  I was afraid that Harry Potter was going to disappoint me the same way Star Wars had, and the same way the Hobbit movies did.

Reluctantly, I bought a copy and went to a reading party my brother-in-law was hosting. Since this book is a play, it was actually super fun to read it this way. We didn’t have enough people for every part, but it was very fun to sometimes be reading two characters having a conversation with each other. If you get a chance to read it out loud with a group, I recommend it.

Reading this familiar world as a script was odd. Sometimes the stage directions were confusing or absurd. “Harry’s thoughts resonated around his head.” And sometimes it was hard to imagine how they would show this on stage. I missed the depth that comes with a novel.

Despite that the world felt true. You learn some interesting things about the Trolley Witch on the Hogwarts Express. And all the familiar characters felt right.

The story hinges on Harry’s son, Albus, who is best friends with Malfoy’s son, Scorpius. The two of them have a series of misadventures with a Time Turner. This started to bug me after awhile. Didn’t we learn our lesson about time travel? It got so convoluted at points I was waiting for a blue police box to show up and put things right.

All in all, I enjoyed this story, but it mostly made me miss the real thing. And maybe I sort of miss the person I was then. The girl who never would have worried that the fresh out of the box Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire would disappoint her.

And yet, I can’t wait to read these books to my kids. Hogwarts and Narnia and Middle Earth and a million others.

Book Review: Curious Faith

I really love the new release displays at the library. Actually, back up a second, I really love the library. (Usually. I don’t always love the librarians, but that’s another story.) Recently, I was browsing the display and came across Curious Faith by Logan Wolfram. I’ve really enjoyed this book, but I’ve had trouble describing it to friends and family. Let’s see if I can do better in written form.

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The subtitle of the book caught me first: “Rediscovering hope in the God of possibility.” The cover also shows a lovely, abstract, foresty scene. Nature is one of my happy places. I love camping and walking and simply being outdoors. So before I even opened the book, it had three things going for it: curiosity, hope, and nature.

The foreword was another good sign. This quote stuck out at me as particularly relevant:

“We are in desperate need of hope. Everywhere we turn, there are heartache and anger and bitterness. The fact that we live in a twenty-four-four social media culture means there is always more critique and pain and wickedness to view. We are bombarded with the weight of the world and the brokenness of it all. … We are all so broken, and when hope dims, our souls dim.”-Sarah Mae

Considering the world we live in these days, I needed a dose of hope. So I checked it out and went home.

Jumping into this book was a little painful. Logan walks us through her painful struggles with infertility and miscarriage. In my current state of 7 months pregnant, I spent a good chunk the beginning of the book weeping. Hormones, man. But the overall message was speaking so clearly to me that I didn’t put it down, despite the tears.

Logan reminds us to trust and obey and wait and wonder. She mixes her experiences with Scripture passages and quotes from theologians in a very readable way. Although nothing in this book struck me as new and earth-shattering, it was all what I needed to be reminded of during this season.

The book ends with a reminder that living life is never safe. We have never been promised safety, but we can be assured of goodness. And then she quotes Narnia:

“Is [Aslan] a man?” asked Lucy.

“Aslan a man!” said Mr. Beaver sternly. “Certainly not. I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-beyond-the-Sea. Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? Aslan is a lion—the Lion, the great Lion.”

“Ooh!” said Susan. “I’d thought he was a man. Is he—quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”

“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver; “if there’s anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver than most or else just silly.”

“Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.

“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about being safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”

 

And let’s be honest, that’s what really matters.

 

http://loganwolfram.com/curious-faith/