Fiction Kids Books With Strong Moral Lessons. Fiction kids books with solid ethical lessons offer assistance them develop kind and genuine. These stories remain in their minds for a long…
Bedtime is the most extraordinary time for kids. A great story can make them feel calm, secure, and cheerful. Guardians cherish to examined storybooks at night since it makes a…
Henry Winkler is not as it were known as “The Fonz” from Cheerful Days. He is too a much-loved children’s book creator. Numerous kids around the world studied his books.…
This past summer bees were voted the most important living beings on earth. While I agree wholeheartedly, I also enjoy imagining this vote, conducted by scientists at the Royal Geographic…
We hear so much about the challenges of young female friendships. But STRANGE BIRDS: A Field Guide to Ruffling Feathers (Kokila, 350 pp., $16.99; ages 8 to 12), Celia C.…
What kind of literature do we owe our young readers? Should it aspire to artfulness, or is that a luxury when there are American educators who don’t believe the Holocaust…
Texas, 1981. A girl named Hang is riding a bus to Amarillo. Queasy from a heavy breakfast and the bouncing ride, she gnaws a chunk of bitter ginger root. The…
The great struggle for any artist — any great artist, anyway — is a philosophical skirmish in the context of a much larger war. Why should this story or song…
WHAT COLOR IS NIGHT? Image Credit...From \"What Color Is Night?\" By Grant Snider “Look closer,” this gentle bedtime book encourages. While nighttime might seem to be only black and white, there is color to…
Sometimes I, a full-grown adult, see a so-called lift-the-flap book, meant for babies and toddlers, and become almost tingly with the desire to feel those cardboard tabs under my fingers…
In a 2018 essay for Time magazine, the actress Gabrielle Union lamented Hollywood’s lack of imagination when it comes to casting people of color. Why, she asked, is it so…
I was always an avid reader, the kind of kid who’d wander through the library stacks, running my fingers along the hardcovers’ spines, judging them not by their covers but…
