
Sometimes there is no better way to spend ones day off then reading a truly fine book. And you read the book then wonder why you hadn't read it sooner, how much better your life would be today if you had opened it 6 months ago when you first held it in your hand. But then you remember that the universe does things in its own way, in its own time, and one should just be grateful for the good things that do grace your life.
Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy is a wonder. It has preachers, but does not preach. It is cut through with so many deaths you might think it is a tragedy, but it is not. Neither the cover nor the title will win many readers alone. But oh what a glorious book.
It is a book about doing what is right. About listening to ones heart. About loss, and gain. And it also has whales.
I don't know how I will booktalk this one, but booktalk it I will...every 7th grade I can get in front of will hear about this book. It was honored by both the Newbery and Printz committees, but don't let that scare you off. It is based on a true town, with a true sad history...but is also a parable for the way that greed may just ruin our country.
I am in love.