Showing posts with label sharon creech. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sharon creech. Show all posts

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The Great Unexpected, by Sharon Creech



Everything is connected it seems. This is especially true in Creech’s new novel, The Great Unexpected. Orphans, Naomi and Lizzie usually have trouble finding things to occupy their time in the town of Blackbird Tree. These  days are long gone, though, when they come across the body of a dead boy. Shortly after discovering the boy, things take a turn for the unexpected when he sits up and talks to them. After the two girls chase down their breath they find out that his name is Finn and he is staying with a family up the road. The three part ways, but Naomi can’t part with the questions she has for Finn and the fact that she instantly smitten with him, dead or not.

Through a series of unbelievable and fantastical events, including run-ins with the Dingle-Dangle man, a winding bridge, and a couple of rooks (blackbirds), the two girls discover the history of the family they lost at such a young age and a connection to a town in the faraway land of Ireland that they never would have imagined.

This story is so unexpected in some parts that it is hard to follow, as if additional elements were added as glue to a disjointed storyline, but they didn’t stick. While I will always adore Creech’s free-feel writing style, I felt that this story could have used some fine-tuning.

Friday, March 9, 2012

Hate That Cat: a Novel, by Sharon Creech

Are you a dog or cat person? A common question, asked with the expectation of a definite answer. Dog or Cat. Never both. In Hate That Cat: a Novel, by Sharon Creech, Jack is definitely a dog lover and a cat hater; especially the big, fat, black type. In poems exchanged between Jack and his teacher poets and poetic concepts like alliteration, metaphor and onomatopoeia are discussed along with daily events.

As Jack learns about poetry he also learns to accept the loss of his yellow dog, sky, embrace his mother's deafness, and let the love he feels for a black Christmas kitten grow, in spite of this reservations. All of the poems that were used for inspiration throughout the book can be found at the back. This is a nice addition, though, definitions of the terms used throughout the poems would have been helpful.

Creech ends the book in wonderful fashion with this poem written by Jack for his mother:

I will listen
for you


I will hear
all the sounds
in the world


all the
delicious
ineffable
effable 
sounds


all the
thrumming
and 
humming
and 
tintinnabulating
sounds


I will hear
all the sounds
in the
world
and I will write them down 
so you
can 
hear
them
too. 


(p. 124-125)