Gilberto and the WindAuthor & Illustrator:
Mary Hall EtsPublisher:
Puffin BooksAge group:
Preschool or 4-8 yrs
Little Gilberto runs outside with a balloon hearing the wind call him you-ou-ou
. But Wind snatches his balloon away and leaves it on top of a tree. Just like he takes away the clothes from the line or the umbrellas in the rain. Or sometimes Wind is so moody that he wouldnât even help his kite go up high! But then we also read of all the good times, of how Gilberto and Wind play together with paper sailboats, bubbles and pinwheels. The book ends with a picture of Gilberto flat, with face to ground saying,Oh Wind! Where are you?
Sh-sh-sh-sh, answers the Wind, and he stirs one dry leaf to show where he is.
A small boy, a list of fun things, and the friendly breeze thrown in â what more to lift the spirits in a child? Sketches using just three colors, the illustrations more than âcaptureâ the invisible friend for us. Personifying wind with all its temperaments opens up a relationship even for us . Winner of several awards, Mary Hall Ets
enables this very gently, playfully and beautifully.Picture Courtesy:
The Wind GardenAuthor:
Lothrop Lee & ShepardAge group:
The finesse that is evident in the narration probably comes from authoring many dozens of books for Angela McAllister
. And Claire Fletcherâs sweeping
illustrations of oil paintings in soothing colors (of the invigorated wind, windy places and windblown things) mesh perfectly well!
Ellie pots a few seeds on a city rooftop for old Grandpa who misses walking in the park. But the wind stifles the sprouts. She even tries the strongly stemmed sunflowers. But again the wind ruins it all, crushing Ellieâs desire for a rooftop garden. This leaves an upset Ellie wondering why the wind would do such a thing. But the night she spends at Grandpaâs, something magical happens - she is airlifted and deposited on a lush mountaintop. There she sees a big tree festooned with everything that the wind has carried away for itself, like balloons, lost laundry, Ellieâs lost kite, hats and hankies! Back to reality, Ellie knows what to do. She sets up a wind garde
n for Grandpa. The two string together windmills, flags and bells. And when the wind blows, it glitters, chimes, shines, rustles, swings and shimmers, enough to make Grandpa very happy!
I love the story for the ending, of how Ellie eventually figured out something that embraces than rebels. It also demonstrates how children can solve in creative ways. Besides, it reminds me to be more accepting of the nature of nature
(and to not whine when my pickled lemons donât get sun-dried on a cloudy afternoon!)Picture Courtesy:
Make Things Fly: poems about the windEdited by :
Dorothy M. KennedyIllustrator:
Margaret K. McElderry BooksAge Group:
We surge and soar with the wind blowing in every mood in every poem. From rocking a cradle to lifting people off the ground! Snatching things away and rattling doors. There is also a poem for every kind of wind - a tornado, the May wind, the autumn wind and wind on the hill.
The poems are all simple and sized right. There is a pleasing variety that encompasses the different ways in which wind manifests and affects. Sasha Meretâs line drawings in sepia carry the apt quality of imagination and dynamism.
There is also a good mix of poets - American poets like John Ciardi, Margaret Hillert, William Stafford â poets of African-American descent like Countee Cullen, Sundaria Morninghouse, and of Asian descent like Kazue Mizumura. Personally, some brought nostalgia like Christina Rossetti, A.A.Milne and R.L.Stevenson, while some others were new discoveries. Overall, this anthology of 27 poems, suitable for both adult and children, turned out great for read-aloud and was definitely a delight! Here is a sample (an excerpt), and one that we enjoyed - From "Conversation with a Kite" by Bobbi Katz -
Where are you going my beautiful kite,
flying so high in the sky?
Iâm going to visit the lost balloons
that made little children cry.
When I hold your string, oh my magical kite,
why do I feel the wind in my hand?
The wind is a taste of the sky, my young friend,
that I give to a child of the land.