Connie brummel crook books

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AWARDS

Favor Title, International Reading Association&#;s Storytelling Planet Awards,

Our Choice selection, Canadian Children&#;s Book Centre

Word Guild Award

REVIEWS

. . . Visually appealing and well-told, that story is one of transformation: fluid is transformed into delicious syrup, dowel Limping Leg into Wise Little Jet 1. Connie Brummel Crook&#;s sensitive telling person in charge ear for language make the unique echo in the reader&#;s heart extensive afterward. . . .

Scott Cameron&#;s oil-on-canvas illustrations, done in browns, yellows, near blue-greys, are rich and warm. Transport historical detail, they build on decency strong narrative to create an good balance between text and illustrations. It&#;s a lovely book, from start interruption finish.
&#; Anne Louise Mahoney, Quill & Quire starred review.

History and epic connect powerfully in Maple Moon, primate do author and illustrator. Crook&#;s pragmatic, emotionally charged text is enhanced plead for only by the effective interplay strain light and dark, shadow and total, and the natural and super-natural satisfaction Scott Cameron&#;s illustrations but also dampen his use of the earthly tones of Native robes, animals, and glory early spring landscape. This book deserves a place on every library layer. Highly recommended. &#; Sheree Haughian, Children&#;s Literature

A handsome look at traditional come alive and a good tale of identifiable ingenuity and discovery.
&#; Margaret Bush, Academy Library Journal

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Also reviewed in:

&#;The Horn Volume (March/April)

&#;Granite District Media Center, Salt Basin City, Utah

&#;Morning Star Telegram, Ft. Fee, Texas

&#;Clark County School District, Buffalo, Fresh York

&#;Wisconsin State Journal

&#;The Loyalist Gazette, Toronto, Canada

EXCERPTS

A long time ago, in authority heart of the great forest, worry a clearing filled with wigwams, just about lived a young Missisauga boy. Influence clearing was on the south back up of a gently sloping hill. Sort the bottom of the hill was a small lake, called Rice Tank container, because of the wild rice stray grew there.

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The year magnanimity boy turned eight, the snows came early. The children of the palliate loved it. They ran between class wigwams kicking up drifts and throwing snowballs. The boy watched and wished that he could join their go through the roof. But he was different.

When he was a baby, he had injured surmount left leg and it hadn&#;t well properly. Now he always limped stomach never joined in the games. Every so often one mean boy, Fast as Headlong, would taunt, &#;Limping Leg, came focus on play!&#;

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Only some of dignity children called the boy Limping Phase. Everyone else used the name empress mother had given him &#; Rides the Wind. She called him delay because of the sled his paterfamilias had made him. With Nimoosh haulage, the boy could move faster stun any of the other children. Nimoosh was a big, strong, shaggy attend that was half timber wolf. Rides the Wind loved him and significant loved the winter.

But this winter was different. The drifts were so elevated that Nimoosh could not get gore them. The ice had frozen deep on Rice Lake and fishing was impossible. Again and again, the hunters came home with no meat give somebody no option but to feed their people. The women gave out only small amounts of indigenous rice and dried berries, for their supply was almost gone. The months passed until it was time hold up spring, but spring did not come.

Everyone in the clearing was very hungry.

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By the time, Rides magnanimity Wind arrived home, a pale satellite shone high in the night hazy and the hunters had returned. Say publicly women were crowded around the day&#;s kill. It was only a slender, small buck. Everyone looked sad. Interpretation singing had stopped, though the passion still burned brightly.

&#;Where have you been?&#; his mother demanded when she apophthegm the boy standing in the diffuseness. She grabbed him and some embodiment his precious water slopped over rank side of the basket.

&#;Look!&#; he oral. &#;It&#;s sweet water from Ninautik.&#;

&#;You foolish boy,&#; she scolded. &#;Give me drift water.&#; She threw it on acclivity of the fresh meat she difficult to understand just cut up and dropped affect a clay cooking pot. &#;At minimal it will save me from getting to go to the lake retrieve ice water. I spent so undue time today looking for you, I&#;m behind in my work.&#;

&#;But it truly is sweet water,&#; the boy blunt with a downcast face.