http://www.hbook.com/2012/07/blogs/read-roger/where-i-saw-the-folks-i-dig/ Publications about books for children and young adults Mon, 13 May 2013 16:01:54 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.4.2 http://www.hbook.com/2012/07/blogs/read-roger/where-i-saw-the-folks-i-dig/#comment-16479 Roger Sutton Wed, 04 Jul 2012 13:50:31 +0000 http://www.hbook.com/?p=14795#comment-16479 Monica, he sounds like a dead ringer for Hollister nemesis Joey Brill, who bedevils the family with little attacks just like the one you describe. Maybe he was picking up tips? Or maybe he was just illustrating our beloved dictum that kids need to see themselves in books ;-) Monica, he sounds like a dead ringer for Hollister nemesis Joey Brill, who bedevils the family with little attacks just like the one you describe. Maybe he was picking up tips? Or maybe he was just illustrating our beloved dictum that kids need to see themselves in books

]]> http://www.hbook.com/2012/07/blogs/read-roger/where-i-saw-the-folks-i-dig/#comment-16478 Monica Edinger Wed, 04 Jul 2012 10:15:31 +0000 http://www.hbook.com/?p=14795#comment-16478 Around six years ago I had a 4th grader read nothing but the Happy Hollisters over and over and over. He'd moved from California to NYC a year earlier and was pissed, pissed, pissed. Looked just like a kid in the books or Dennis the Menace, take your pick, and was one angry kid. He'd wander through the football game at recess (you may recall this happens in a blocked-off city street:) and stick his foot out now and then to see if he could manage to trip anyone. He absolutely refused to read anything else recreationally (as he did begrudgingly read the assigned books). Only kid I've every come across in my many years of teaching who read the books, much less was besotted by them. (Though, clearly, they provided some sort of soothing comfort food for him.) Around six years ago I had a 4th grader read nothing but the Happy Hollisters over and over and over. He’d moved from California to NYC a year earlier and was pissed, pissed, pissed. Looked just like a kid in the books or Dennis the Menace, take your pick, and was one angry kid. He’d wander through the football game at recess (you may recall this happens in a blocked-off city street:) and stick his foot out now and then to see if he could manage to trip anyone. He absolutely refused to read anything else recreationally (as he did begrudgingly read the assigned books). Only kid I’ve every come across in my many years of teaching who read the books, much less was besotted by them. (Though, clearly, they provided some sort of soothing comfort food for him.)

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