tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337206901491734394.post7415251275794820667..comments2024-03-22T01:00:38.320-04:00Comments on I.N.K.: Why we write for kidsLinda Salzmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17217322360480267856noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337206901491734394.post-18286108424868009452009-05-21T13:41:42.422-04:002009-05-21T13:41:42.422-04:00I can't think of a non fiction book that changed m...I can't think of a non fiction book that changed my life, but I did want to post and say that I thought this post was beautiful. I could smell my elementary school library reading it. I think I was drawn to fiction there more than nonfiction. And Highlights magazines. At home, we had a set of encyclopedias that I loved to pour through. I'm sure we had more nonfiction, but I tend not to remember the books I read when I was young...just the overall excitement of loving to read.Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07309501483266246859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337206901491734394.post-51101643451172151092009-05-20T11:29:16.873-04:002009-05-20T11:29:16.873-04:00Great post, Deb!
I have to admit that the book th...Great post, Deb!<br /><br />I have to admit that the book that changed my life was Harriet the Spy. Tho one could argue that SHE was a nonfiction writer, so...Barbara Kerleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08295144655311459179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337206901491734394.post-8470896355859631002009-05-19T12:24:00.000-04:002009-05-19T12:24:00.000-04:00What a great article! You make some excellent poin...What a great article! You make some excellent points.<br /><br />The book that changed my life was "For a Child". I can still see the cover. It was orange, and, by the time I was finished with it, the poor thing was falling apart (like the Velveteen Rabbit, too much loved). It was a book of poetry. Most of the poems had been written for adults at one time in the past, but they were filled with a kind of music, astute observation, and honesty best appreciated by a four or five-year-old. I remember many happy days running errands for my mom in later preteen years, working and reworking poems in my head. <br />Now, I write verse with a purpose in a series of books for Linworth. (My latest is "Bit, Bat, Bee, Follow Me!) I also helped to write a volume in Evan-Moor's popular "Read and Understand Poetry" series. <br />It all started with "For a Child."Notes from a Virtual Easelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04194576722935106134noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337206901491734394.post-24482647987030198942009-05-19T11:53:00.000-04:002009-05-19T11:53:00.000-04:00Excellent....I laughed out loud about the multimi...Excellent....I laughed out loud about the multimillion dollar real estate deal. But did a non-fiction book ever change my life when I was a kid? No way! It's been so many moons since I was young enough to be swayed that there wasn't an appealing non-fiction book in sight (though I did love a non-fiction school magazine that I think was called Scholastic). <br /><br />So all those ancient non-fiction books that put everyone right to sleep were incentive enough for me to write true tales that I hope will knock kids' socks off. (It's also great fun to draw the pictures and to feel like you just got a Ph.D by researching something incredible in great depth.) It would be wonderful to think we've changed a life or three, but just writing something memorable or fascinating enough to make a few eyes pop would suit me fine.Rosalyn Schanzerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11605814379256096903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1337206901491734394.post-24482296300331881322009-05-19T09:06:00.000-04:002009-05-19T09:06:00.000-04:00Wonderful post, Deb! For me it was the biographie...Wonderful post, Deb! For me it was the biographies of Harriet Tubman, Frederick Douglass, and Eleanor Roosevelt. There weren't any MLK bios yet because we were living it, but these books shed so much light on what was going on and gave me a sense of the scope of the civil rights struggle in America that stays with me today. They inspired me to think differently from my parents and grandparents, to work, and to write about civil rights.Karen Romano Youngnoreply@blogger.com