Monthly Archives: October 2009

A month of books

In the last month, I’ve written a post a day about New Zealand books, focusing on children’s books. This is in part because we happen to have plenty of New Zealand children’s books in the house, so it was easy. There are some books I would have liked to have covered, but I ran out of time, such as the Alex quartet. Fortunately, both Ele and Karen Healey wrote about the Alex books. There are other books that I would have included, but our copies have gone missing – The Lion in the Meadow and The Little Yellow Digger are cases in point – so I couldn’t take photos of them, and couldn’t reread them before I wrote about them.

Of all the books I blogged, I think Annie and Moon is my favourite. Today, that is. By tomorrow I may have changed my mind, for I love many of the others too. I enjoy the glory and nonsense of Margaret Mahy’s books, and the little boy and his imagination in Taniwha touch something in my heart, as does the steadfastness and rebirth in Maraea and the Albatrosses.

Other people have been blogging books for NZ Book month too. Ele issued the challenge, and kept up with it herself, posting a book a day over at Homepaddock. Both Oswald Bastable and Rob Hosking blogged some books, ‘though Rob never come through on his promise to write about Bollard and Buckle’s Economic Liberalisation in New Zealand and Malcolm McKinnon’s History of the NZ Treasury. Karen Healey wrote about authors: Gavin Bishop, Elizabeth Knox, Tessa Duder and the marvellous Margaret Mahy. And new group blog, The Random Polka Dot Club 462, by a group of girls who may be known to me, features a post for the month covering four books, Kauri in my Blood, Kaitangata Twitch, Maddigan’s Quest and Alex.

I hope you’ve enjoyed reading about the books, and that those of you with small and medium sized children have found some ‘new’ books to add to your own children’s collections. Or perhaps some books that you could give to grandchildren. Children need books!

NZ Book Month – The Best Loved Bear

bestlovedbearThe Best Loved Bear by Diana Noonan, illustrated by Elizabeth Fuller

I’ve been saving this book for October 31, because today is my brother’s birthday, and because of reasons, this book makes me think of him.

There is a competition at school for the best loved bear. Tim loved his bear Toby, but Toby is very, very scruffy. His nose is bare, his ear is torn, he is all sticky from the icecream that Tim has shared with him. Tim tries to clean him up as best he can, but Toby is still scruffy. But when the principal comes in to judge the competition, she sees that although Toby may not be the most beautiful bear, he is definitely the best loved bear.

This is a simple and gentle story, accompanied by simple and gentle illustrations. The bears in our house, Ursa, Hugo and Pedro, given to the girls by Granddad Strange Land, Barney, given to Miss Eleven by Granny Strange Land in a reading connection, and Paddington, also Miss Eleven’s bear, from her Great Uncle Strange Land, are well loved too, if a little worse for wear.* Each time we read this story, the girls would go to bed cuddling their well loved bears.

Happy birthday, beloved brother of mine!

*The Misses Eight have plenty of other cuddly stuffed toys! They just happen not to be teddy bears.

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NZBMsmlI’m taking up Ele’s challenge, and blogging a book a day in October, which is New Zealand Book Month. All the books are by New Zealand authors.

Friday Feminist – Marilyn Waring (8)

I wrote my first letter to the Clerk of the House requesting a creche or child care facility in the buildings – not just for staff and members, but for the parents coming in to watch and hear Parliament. One of them must stand in the corridor with their children under eight who cannot be admitted to the House, waiting for the rest of the family. It would not surprise you to see which parent that inevitably is.

Marilyn Waring, Women, Politics and Power, 1985

NZ Book Month – Maddigan’s Quest

maddigansquestMaddigan’s Quest by Margaret Mahy, previously published as Maddigan’s Fantasia

Time travel, a changed world, mystery, a quest, a determined girl who is competent and able, but makes mistakes, and grows and grows and grows – what’s not to like? Garland, the hero, is daughter of Maddie, the leader of a travelling circus or “fantasia” which brings dreams and performances and wonders to the settlements and villages it travels through. The Fantasia has a task, to bring a power source back to Solis, the main city in the land. Some mysterious strangers appear from the future, but are they there to help or hinder?

I enjoyed this book. From the glimpses of New Zealand – a character called Tane, a taniwha, a town called Gramth which is surely Greymouth for which I have a peculiar affection* – to the not-so-happy but happy ending, it’s all a fabulous tale. One of the things I liked best is that although there are mysterious events in the story, they are all science-y, all explicable, even if it’s with the baffling science of the future. The fantasy is grounded in imagined fact, which makes it all the more compelling. I’m not fond of ghostie-explanations, even in stories; give me science any day.

It’s a good read. Maybe a bit episodic, but it’s hard to have a road novel that isn’t. It’s highly imaginative and morally complex; decisions that Garland takes have difficult consequences, and the seemingly evil deeds of some communities are explicable, when seen from another point of view. I was absorbed by this book, as was Miss Eleven, and it’s on my (ever-expanding) list of books for re-reading, sometime, soon…

*Due to a dip in a hotel bed, I was conceived in Greymouth, or so I’m told.

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NZBMsmlI’m taking up Ele’s challenge, and blogging a book a day in October, which is New Zealand Book Month. All the books are by New Zealand authors.

Carnival!

Anji has the Seventh Carnival of Feminists up at her place, Shut Up, Sit Down. It kicks off with Violet’s brilliant suggestion for solving the fashion industry’s problem with plus-sized models.

Great carnival, Anji.