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Wednesday, November 19, 2008

KINDERMUSIK HOLIDAY DATES

No Kindermusik lessons next week, November 24-28th. Our last class will be the week of December 8th, with a surprise visitor attending. Hint... Bring a camera! Register early for Spring Semester, there are several people waiting for a chance to attend Kindermusik. If you are not going to re-enroll, please tell me immediately, so I can allow others to enjoy the benefits of Kindermusik. HAVE A HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Literary Leftovers (Turkey tidbits to read and savor)

LITTLE PEA by Amy Krouse Rosenthal. A sweet story about a pea...a sweet pea. It's minimal, pea size, both the story and the pictures, which match perfectly, as suited as...two peas in a pod. Parents will enjoy peas and quiet while little pea-pie flip the pages, again and again.
CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS by Judi Barrett, Surrealism! This is a famous book in which meteorological and culinary matters are improbably mixed. The title says it all. In the town of Chewandswallow, foodstuff fall from the sky. The pleasure in this book is how far the author and illustrator can take this conceit. They take it pretty far, and with plenty of style.
COOKIES by Amy Krouse Rosenthal. This book has definitions of words like "cooperate," "fair," and "unfair," with retro-cute illustrations and little vignettes all having to do with cookies.
THE SEVEN SILLY EATERS by Mary Ann Hoberman. A family in a funky old house on the shore of a lake grows to seven children, all of whom have various oddities and preferences when it comes to food. What makes it work are the remarkable and involved art and the bouncy rhymes. The reader gets to know this eccentric family, who may or may not be like anyone you know.
BRAVE POTATOES by Toby Speed. This book is a masterpiece of world literature. It is a rip-roaring poem about potatoes who break out of the vegetable display at the county fair, are abducted by fiendish chef Hackermup, rescue themselves yet again, this time from a fate worse than fair, and parade, banners waving, singing their stirring anthem, "We will never be potpie. We will never be potluck. We will never be frittata, We will always be potatoes." This book cries out to be a musical spectacular on the New York stage.