That was my worldback then.
The words felt strangeand lumpyin my mouth.
| From My Words Flew Away Like Birds by Debora Pearson, illus. by Shrija Jain |
| From My Words Flew Away Like Birds by Debora Pearson, illus. by Shrija Jain |
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That was my worldback then.
The words felt strangeand lumpyin my mouth.
| From My Words Flew Away Like Birds by Debora Pearson, illus. by Shrija Jain |
| From My Words Flew Away Like Birds by Debora Pearson, illus. by Shrija Jain |
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| From Birds on Wishbone Street by Suzanne Del Rizzo |
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| From Birds on Wishbone Street by Suzanne Del Rizzo |
Suzanne Del Rizzo's polymer clay art has always impressed, giving new textures and colours to already-strong stories. But when she illustrates her own stories, Suzanne Del Rizzo shines. There is a synergy of her words and art that elevates both into something truly extraordinary. In Birds on Wishbone Street, Suzanne Del Rizzo honours her own family and those of all immigrants to Canada, and upholds the idea that communities are based on an appreciation for our differences and acknowledgement of our commonalities. With that sense of community, great things can happen: a newcomer feels at home, a bird is helped, and important learning can happen. And with her magnificent art, created with polymer clay, acrylic glaze and other mixed media, Suzanne Del Rizzo takes us to Wishbone Street, into the parkette and into the snow, to bird-watch with Sami and Moe, to yearn for cannoli and churros shared between neighbours, and to feel those first snowflakes on our faces. We're there on Wishbone Street, watching as a world unfolds and enfolds, making one community out of many.
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| From Birds on Wishbone Street by Suzanne Del Rizzo |
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| From Two Drops of Brown in a Cloud of White by Saumiya Balasubramaniam, illus. by Eva Campbell |
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| From Two Drops of Brown in a Cloud of White by Saumiya Balasubramaniam, illus. by Eva Campbell |
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| From Two Drops of Brown in a Cloud of White by Saumiya Balasubramaniam, illus. by Eva Campbell |
Author Saumiya Balasubramaniam was inspired by her own winter walks with her daughter to write Two Drops of Brown in a Cloud of White. If the story reflects her own experiences, then it's evident that their two perspectives which may have started out as different–not unusual as they would have different life experiences–ultimately converge, with an appreciation for their differences and acceptance of their similarities. Two drops of brown would contrast significantly with the whiteness of the snow but they are still similar to each other. As such, Two Drops of Brown in a Cloud of White definitely speaks to diversity of perspective, of people, and of time and place.
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| From Two Drops of Brown in a Cloud of White by Saumiya Balasubramaniam, illus. by Eva Campbell | |
Your present circumstances do not determine where you go, they merely determine where you begin. (pg. 133)
In Jeddah, my father played the role of a buffer, the water to my mother's fire, a tree that bent to her wind instead of resisting its pressure. (pg. 75)Though Susan has always excelled at school, she is learning that she is much better at rote and memorization than at interactive learning like labs and even her driving lessons. And not doing well is not an option, especially as Appa is directing her to medical school and Amma to engineering. She can't even tell them that what she dreams about is going to art school.
"Nothing lasts forever," I say. "Not this snowflake. Not our homes, not our families. But it doesn't mean you can't live in the beauty of the moment." (pg. 221)It's being mindful of that moment and all the beauty it entails that brings contentment, and that's what Susan and Malcolm ultimately attain. That's a beautiful thing.
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From Mr. Mergler, Beethoven, and Me
by David Gutnick
illus. by Mathilde Cinq-Mars
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Something tells me she understands the magic that music can bring to her life. If she does, that is all the payment I will need.
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From Mr. Mergler, Beethoven, and Me
by David Gutnick
illus. by Mathilde Cinq-Mars
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From Mr. Mergler, Beethoven, and Me
by David Gutnick
illus. by Mathilde Cinq-Mars
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As I passed the classroom door, I caught sight of myself in the small pane of glass. Was it the hijab that Mariam was running away from? Seeing me must remind her of who she really was, who she'd always be. I wished she'd realize that taking off her hijab wasn't going to change that. (pg. 82)For Sadia's friend Mariam, de-jabbing i.e., removal of her hijab when at school and changing into more revealing clothes improper for a Muslim girl are the means to fit in and become recognized by athletic classmate Josh. While Sadia would never contemplate doing the same, she tries to understand her friend's need to shed her headscarf and appreciate her perspective on being a Muslim girl in a Winnipeg high school. And perspective is everything she and her classmates realize after their teacher—and also basketball coach—Mr. Letner gives them an assignment based on the premise of "If you give a kid a camera." While Sadia and her classmates begin to take photos of their lives, they reveal much about what they experience at home and at school including family challenges, hidden passions and friendships lost and found.
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From Greetings, Leroy
by Itah Sadu
illus. by Alix Delinois
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I puffed out my chest big, big and grinned from ear to ear, because Bob Marley was Jamaican and I am Jamaican, too. (pg. 8)
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From Greetings, Leroy
by Itah Sadu
illus. by Alix Delinois
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From Greetings, Leroy
by Itah Sadu
illus. by Alix Delinois
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But that was then.And this is now. (pg. 10)
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From Stepping Stones: A Refugee Family's Journey
by Margriet Ruurs, art by Nizar Ali Badr
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People began to leave our village.So too begins Rama’s family exodus, walking until reaching the sea, whereupon they “set sail on the waves of hope and prayer” (pg. 20), arriving on land where the gruelling trek begins again, until they arrive at their future, welcomed by neighbours who communicate with smiles and the sharing of clothes and food and more.
First a trickle, then a stream,
across dusty fields under a burning sun,
a stream driven by hope. (pg. 14)
The lucky ones, they call us.All told in the artistry of Nizar Ali Badr’s stunning arrangements of oddly-shaped and widely-coloured stones, Stepping Stones could be the story of any refugee family: a good life bombarded by war, a demanding and emotional flight from danger, and the arrival to a new life. Though for each family the path is a unique arrangement of steps, its bearing is always the same: safety and opportunity. Stepping Stones: A Refugee Family’s Journey reveals this route with empathy and assurance.
New memories, new hopes,
new dreams.
Not of war,
but of peace. (pg. 25)
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From Stepping Stones: A Refugee Family's Journey
by Margriet Ruurs, art by Nizar Ali Badr
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