The book club for 5th-grade students had a marvelous time with D. J. MacHale, who was kind enough to come to our club meeting on Friday, February 10. Mr. MacHale answered questions about the Pendragon and Morpheus Road series (while avoiding plot spoilers!) and about books, writing, and reading. The students were polite, knowledgeable, and appreciative--I was very proud of them!
Authors Week has once again stirred up tremendous interest in reading and writing. I would like to acknowledge Anne Lin, Pennekamp parent, who put together this fabulous week! In addition to D. J. MacHale, our school also met Debra Garfinkle, author of many books but most recently the Zeke Meeks series. The library has all four of the Zeke Meeks books (four more are to come) and there is a waitlist of eager students for each one. Likewise for D. J. MacHale's books: students have been checking out our library's copies, the public library's copies, and buying out our local booksellers. Authors Week has created such an enthusiasm for reading among our students. Thanks to the Pennekamp PTA for funding the event and helping our students become readers--and possibly authors, too!
Barbara Siegemund-Broka, library media specialist, maintains this blog to inform Pennekamp students and families about library news and related content. Any opinions expressed here are solely her own.
What's Ms. Barbara reading?
Ban This Book, by Alan Gratz
Jinny had read about ballerinas, girls who could spin on their toes. She’d read about pyramids, triangles of stone, with dead people buried inside them. That pyramid book had made everything sound true, but it was hard to imagine pyramids being real. Why would anyone go to the trouble of building with stone, only to place a dead body inside it? That seemed crazy.
Jinny had also read about wars, unicorns, and something called chocolate, but she couldn’t even begin to picture any of those things. Was there really a world out there of stone triangles filled with dead bodies and girls spinning on their toes? In books, there were giant metal boxes with wings that soared through the sky, carrying people. Surely that couldn’t be true. Just thinking about it brought the tightness back to Jinny’s belly. And a funny tingle to her scalp. She shivered it away.
--from Orphan Island, by Laurel Snyder