Notes from Candice Ransom

Summer Reading

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Though summer is fast coming to an end, I’m cramming in as many thrillers and other “beach” reads as I can.  At the beginning of this month, Bookology published a short essay of mine about children’s summer reading.  I’m one of the magazine’s many contributors, happy to be among writers like Avi, Virginia Euwer Wolff, and Heather Vogel Frederick.  Here is my piece:

Every summer I wish I was ten again, the perfect age for the perfect season.  At that age I was at the height of my childhood powers.  And as a reader, books couldn’t be thrust into my hands fast enough.

Every morning I’d eat a bowl of Rice Krispies, with my book at the table (my mother wouldn’t let me do this at supper, though I often kept my library book open on the seat of the chair beside mine). Then I’d go out to my tree house to watch birds and read the day into being. Whatever I was reading—fiction or nonfiction—shaped my daily experiences. I longed to live in books.

At ten, I had mastered writing and drawing to the degree that I was comfortable moving back and forth between words and images.  With pencil, paper, and crayons, I could slip into the world beyond the printed page. I “continued” the story in the book, or drew pictures, sometimes copying the illustrations.

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I loved the reckless, sketchy lines of Beth and Joe Krush’s drawings in The Borrowers.  And I drew precise, tiny black cats like the ones Eric Blegvad often included in books he illustrated, like The Diamond in the Window, and Superstitious? Here’s Why!

Books led me to places beyond my small Virginia landscape.  After finishing The Talking Tree, a novel about Pacific Northwest Native Americans, I was desperate to make my own totem pole.  I glued three empty thread spools together and tried to etch a stylized raven, wolf, and beaver with the pointed end of a nail file that kept skidding off the smooth wooden surface.

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My cousins got roped into acting out a Nancy Drew story. The Mystery of the Leaning Chimney gave me the bright idea of burying my mother’s sake cup, brought back by my uncle after WWII, in our back yard. When my cousins rolled up, I ran to meet their station wagon.

“Mama’s valuable foreign vase has been stolen!” I exclaimed, showing the boys the sinister-sounding note I’d written.

“Aw, you wrote that,” Eugene said, recognizing my handwriting.

“No, really, it’s from the vase stealer!” I was shocked at his unwillingness to suspend disbelief, but undeterred.  I dragged them all over the yard, digging holes until I “stumbled” on the buried cup.

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What made that summer special was the freedom to read.  I read during the school year, of course, and even in class when I was supposed to be working on fractions, but pleasure reading time was squished to weekend afternoons and bedtime.  Summer, however, was one Great Big Reading Fest.

Best of all, I wasn’t hobbled by a summer reading list.  I grew up in an era in which teachers turned kids loose in June, glad not to clap eyes on them again until after Labor Day.  Now many elementary schools ask students to read to prevent “Summer Slide.” 

The random lists I checked offer a wide variety of books in a range of reading levels. But the reading list noose tightens in middle and high schools.  Students are often required to read from a more specific list and write a paper.

In her recent Washington Post piece, educator Michelle Rhee admits her own childhood dislike of summer reading lists that included such titles as Anne of Green Gables and other books she trudged through with little interest.  As a teacher, and later as chancellor of D.C. Public Schools, she recognized the value of summer reading programs.  But she also believes students should choose their own books.

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A few weeks ago, I wandered the nonfiction children’s section in our public library.  A boy around ten sat cross-legged on the floor, a book on helicopters open in his lap.  I guessed he had pulled the book from the shelf and plunked right down to read it.

“Mom!” he said. “You have to see this! It’s the most amazing thing in the world!”

It is the most amazing thing in the world to watch a child just the right age fall into a book of his choice.  I hope that boy will keep that glorious part of his self always.  Let books continue to guide him, pull him in, shape his day.

If you have a child, head to the library and don’t come out until you’re both carrying a big stack of books.  If you don’t have any kids handy, go anyway and indulge in your old favorite children’s books, or new titles you haven’t had time to read.  Labor Day is still two weeks away!

5 thoughts on “Summer Reading”

  1. I watched my son go from the ten year-old you describe to one who hardly picked up a book. Between reading lists for high school and projects and requirements, our educational system nearly beat the love of books out of him. And then this summer, just before heading off to college, he got lost in a good book again – and it made me smile. I lived the childhood you described and I am eternally grateful for writers like you that told the stories that lifted me up and carried me away. Thank you, Writer Girl!

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    • I remember your son’s summer reading lists and they depressed me to no end. I understand the lists are for middle school students, too, and there is the caution about “summer slide” for elementary school kids. No one had to mention “summer slide” to us–we read because we loved the freedom of choosing our own books.

      Thank heaven your son read for pleasure this summer! I hope he has time in college to settle down with a book-for-fun!

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  2. Gwen has her daily school reader which I make sure we never miss a day of. Even if it makes her huff and puff.
    But at bedtime the girls are allowed half hour of reading before lights out. And Gwen loves this, because she can read or write anything she wants.
    I guess it is finding that balance between the things that need to be learnt and letting the kids enjoy books in their own curious way.

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