Banned Books Week is an annual event celebrating the freedom to read. Held during the last week of September, it highlights the value of free and open access to information. Banned Books Week brings together the entire book community –- librarians, booksellers, publishers, journalists, teachers, and readers of all types –- in shared support of the freedom to seek and to express ideas, even those some consider unorthodox or unpopular.
Banned Books Week was launched in 1982 in response to a sudden surge in the number of challenges to books in schools, bookstores and libraries. More than 11,300 books have been challenged since 1982 according to the American Library Association. — http://www.bannedbooksweek.org/
As it turns out, the number one challenged book (well, series, really) in 2013 was Captain Underpants, which my boys happen to love. I’m such a bad mommy.
In the event that you are as horrible as I am, and like to read things that others want to tell you you shouldn’t, I’m giving away a signed paperback copy of Love Comes Later by Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar. This is a banned book with a twist. As a foreigner living in Qatar, Mohana made a special effort to make this book as unobjectionable as possible. There is no sex, no foul language, nothing that would cause the book to be banned. Except, apparently, the fact that it’s written about Qatar by a foreigner. Continue reading Banned Books Week Giveaway Hop: Signed Copy of Love Comes Later by Mohanalakshmi Rajakumar
As homeschoolers, we all do those things that may be a little off-center. You know what I’m talking about. Those things that are normal to us, but may make others look at us and say, “You may be a homeschooler…” So link up and tell us what you did or said this week that made you or someone else say, “You may be a homeschooler…”
So, Thursday night, we read a book about bees Blake had gotten from the library. When we were done reading, I had more answers than questions: if every bee in the hive is the child of the queen, how do new hives get started? How many larvae get the royal jelly and grow up to be queens? How do the new queens get to their new hives, and how is there a group to take with them if they don’t have any children of their own yet?
So, of course, we had to look it up. I pulled out my phone, and we found a good answer online. I didn’t keep searching, but as that answer made sense to me, we didn’t feel the need to do so. Besides, amidst the original search results was a YouTube video, and Blake wanted to to check that out.
So we did, and watched a guy load a shipment of bees into his new hive. Then we watched another video in which another beekeeper showed us his relatively new hive (only two weeks old, I think), and how quickly the bees were building honeycomb. That led us to watching his earlier videos in which he actually built the hive.
By this time, it was after 10:30, and neither of us could keep our eyes open. But now I want a beehive.
Me: Now I want to beehive.
B: It will take a long time First we have to get a white suit, then we have to get a queen.
You might be a homeschooler if you use YouTube as late-night curriculum.
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My favorite supporting characters are the whole gang from J.D. Robb’s In Death series. All of them: the cops, the friends, the whatever-you-want-to-call-Summerset. I not only love the way Robb writes the characters themselves, but the way the friendships and relationships have evolved over the years.
B: Why’s it called Star Trek?
J: Because they’re trekking through the stars.
B: What’s trekking mean?
J: I…don’t know.
Blake and I were walking out of the library.
B: There was eyeball sticking out of the ground back there.
Me: I kind of doubt that. Would you like to go back and show me so we can see what it is?
We walk back to see a paper eye stuck to the concrete. The type that’s a black circle inside a white circle, that’s used for crafts.
B: See? An eyeball.
Me: Well…that’s an eyeball stuck to the ground. Not exactly the same thing as an eyeball sticking out of the ground….
B: Mama, next time you make pancakes, make it with a little less pan and a little more cake.
I know he got that off something, but he was so serious when he said it.
Jack, following mention of a hyperencephalogram on Star Trek: What’s a hyperosexologram?
Me: Not what you said.
B: Jeffrey made a frown at me.
B: I’m practicing my manners for when Grandma and Papa get here. I have to say “crap” instead of “dang it”.
Me: Grandma and Papa will be here tomorrow.
B: Yay! I want to see it…but I can’t make it be that….
I suppose he’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to see…tomorrow.
Blake was watching the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving DVD and yelled, “Mama, this one has grown-ups!”
“What? It has grown-ups?”
Jack jumps in, “Well, that was a long time ago. That was before they passed the law prohibiting adults in Charlie Brown cartoons.”
Filed under Discussions I Never Imagined I’d Have With My Kids:
Why, when using a chair in a fight, one must swing it from the side or over one’s shoulder rather than poking it at the other person as if he were a lion to be tamed.
B: Mama, do you only use the doorbell if you’re an intruder?
Me: Visitor, son, not intruder.
J, watching the beginning of a YouTube video: Awesome! It’s a Longhorn ad! You can’t skip a Longhorn ad!
Somehow, Jack’s request that Blake fix him a sandwich turned into Jack getting the leftover pizza out for Blake and Jack fixing himself lunch. Not sure what happened here….
For one day, we want to drown out negativity and celebrate the beauty and pride of women.
These days it seems that some people want us to be ashamed of being women. They want us to believe that we’re less: less intelligent, less important, less human. There is so much negativity out there. For one day, we want to flood the internet with positive messages about women.
The boys were arguing about whether Blake had told Jack something. Since I heard Blake tell him, Jack lost this round.
B: Jack, you have horrible memories!
I…don’t think that’s what he meant to say….
Blake’s playing a game and yells, “I have the power!” à la He-Man.
Suddenly, I don’t know what year it is.
B: There’s always one embarrassing moment in your life.
B: Did you know the less you complain in quicksand, the slower it will go?
Blake wanted to snuggle as he falls asleep and I told him I wasn’t ready to snuggle yet. (He doesn’t always sleep with me, and I had already started my study time when he climbed into my bed.)
B: Why do you have to have Bible time, anyway?
Me: Because it’s important that we learn and keep reminding ourselves what the Bible says.
B: Well, snuggling is important to me.
(He got his snuggle time, of course.)
About the book
Title: Wildflowers from Winter
Author: Katie Ganshert
Publisher: WaterBrook Multnomah
Release date: May 8, 2012
Where I got the book: Free from Blogging for Books in exchange for an honest review
Like the winter, grief has a season. Life returns with the spring.
A young architect at a prestigious Chicago firm, Bethany Quinn has built the life she dreamed of during her teen years in a trailer park. An unexpected interruption from her estranged mother reveals that tragedy has struck in her hometown and a reluctant Bethany is called back to rural Iowa.
Determined to pay her respects to her past while avoiding any emotional entanglements, she vows not to stay long. But the unexpected inheritance of five hundred acres of farmland and a startling turn of events in Chicago forces Bethany to come up with a new plan.
Handsome farmhand Evan Price has taken care of the Quinn farm for years. When Bethany is left the land, Evan must fight her decisions to realize his dreams. But even as he disagrees with Bethany’s vision, Evan feels drawn to her and the pain she keeps so carefully locked away.