This post is a bit late for the International Strong Women celebration, but I’ve been thinking about the strong women in my life since the March 8 observance.

Red, White, and Whole by Rajani Larocca won an honor designation for the Newbery Award and a whole string of other honors listed on the website. It deserved every one and then some more.

We had been expecting the call. We had heard from friends and been forewarned with TV alerts that it was likely to come. Still, it was a bit of a surprise when Al answered a local call to hear, “This is your oldest grandson.”

Just out on March first is The Art of Alice and Martin Provensen, advertised as the first-ever monograph on this beloved midcentury husband-and-wife illustration team. I got to read the advance copy furnished by the publisher, Chronicle Chroma, through Net Galley.

During the fall lull in the coronavirus, I found myself on the opposite side of a school pick-up car line from the one I remembered. A lot of things had changed.

Bluebird, by Sharon Cameron, raises questions right from the start. Unless you are a history expert on the period right after World War II, I recommend reading her back matter before starting the book.

I’ll call him Bobby, which might have actually been his name. I can’t use the old cliché to say his family was poor as church mice since I think the mice had several steps advantage up the financial ladder.

Heather Webb sets her book of historical fiction, The Next Ship Home, at the turn of the century in and around Ellis Island. The book is well-researched and true to the times. Two protagonists get almost equal billing.

First of all, nobody put me in charge of ranking sins so I may be way off base with this blog. However, I feel a need to have my say. From all the posts I’ve seen recently about censorship and banning of books, I am not looking at an occasional problem.

Avi begins his book Loyalty with the date of Friday, April 4, 1774, and the sentence, “On this day, my father was murdered because he said a prayer.”

Okay, so you have to wonder a bit about having a day for everything and who came up with this one. The fourth Wednesday in January was designated as Library Shelfie Day for organizations and individuals.

Isabelle Allende begins her novel, Violeta, with Violeta’s letter to Camilo whom she loves “more than anyone in this world.” She promises to tell him her life story that is worthy of a novel, more because of her sins than because of her virtues.

In the children’s book news recently, I saw that the A. A. Milne books became public domain on January 1, 2022. It set me thinking of the pleasure they had brought me and of the shared pleasure they had brought with my own children and with the kindergarteners and second graders I taught.

Forty years ago, as we were winding up our day, we got a phone call from my brother-in-law John. Since we were in Germany and John was in Virginia, phone calls were both expensive and rare.

This composition was brought on by a cardinal who claims ownership of the bush outside our pantry window. I have been amused at the uselessness of the bird fighting something that didn’t really exist, thinking how much smarter I was than Cardinal. I would never be so foolish – or would I?

Happy New Year! As we begin a new year, I wish each of you a peaceful and happy one with an acrostic.

Rachel Trethewey uses previously unpublished letters from the Churchill archives to tell the story of the Churchill sisters in the aptly named biography, The Churchill Sisters.

Joseph has lost his staff. The moss on the manger roof is splotchy. The donkey has no ears and the cow only one of her horns. Since the nativity scene came from Sears and was inexpensive in the first place, why don’t we just replace it?

Gary Schmidt is a prime reason that books should not have age labels. His books are labelled “middle grade.” Like youth, his books are often wasted on the young. An adult friend and I have become Schmidt groupies and make sure we read and discuss the next book when it comes out.

This blog is part book review and part cautionary tale. I’ll start with a word of caution. If you allow your daughter to grow up to be a librarian, you can count on your to-be-read stack of books to grow like Southern kudzu from her suggestions, even if your list gets no help from other sources.