Title: Rivertime 
Author: Trace Balla
ISBN: 978 174 331 633 7 

Guest Blog Author: Eva Jarvoll

Trace Balla’s 2014 children’s graphic novel ‘Rivertime’ provides a charming view of the minutiae of outdoor adventuring and the Australian wilderness. In a time where the disconnect between human and nature has reached a concerning peak, ‘Rivertime’ shows the value in reconnecting and slowing down to nature’s pace. 

The story follows the journey of Clancy, a 10 year old city kid, and his uncle, Uncle Egg, as they travel along the Glenelg River on a 10-day canoeing trip. Clancy begins as a reluctant first-time adventurer, with concerns about how he could manage his usual hobbies like building mini cities or watching TV while on the canoe. But with the gentle encouragement of his Uncle, Clancy’s eyes are opened to the magic of nature. 

The magic of nature is beautifully captured by Balla’s intricate representations of Australian landscapes, flora and fauna. Great care has been taken to include illustrations of local species, which have been annotated with species names, sounds, and other delightful details. Elements of Indigenous culture have also been subtly woven throughout, including campfire stories and weaving lessons from the local people (the Gunditjmara and Boandik people), Clancy’s observations of the snake-like form of the river alluding to the Rainbow Serpent, and Uncle Egg’s identification of the Big Emu, a celestial form perceived by Aboriginal astronomers. 

At one point in the story, Uncle Egg stops paddling and makes the observation that it must be rivertime…  “You know that gap between breathing in and out… it’s like that with the tide in this river. There’s a time between tides when it’s completely still”. Rather than paddle without the help of the flowing river, Uncle Egg uses the time as a chance to rest. The concept of rivertime presents an entire way of living, in tune with the flow of nature: waking when the birds wake, going to sleep when the mozzies come out. A way of living that should be more of a focus in today’s frenetic world.

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It is intensely hot today. Scorchingly, blindingly and foot-blistering hot. There is a wind outside that feels to me like a desert storm, just because the window is hot the touch, and fighting against my poor overworked air conditioner. All doors must be closed for the air conditioner to make a difference. It will be easily to socially distance today.

I realize as I write about "social distance" that I have neglected this blog somewhat. Not really knowing who reads it anyway, I've found it difficult to remain motivated. However, in this world where I miss people's faces, the smiling faces on the book "Hello Summer!" by Shelley Rotner really called out to me. Maybe you have some of these faces in your home - the little smileys that make your heart happy even as a raging pandemic changes life as we know it. There are sadly no such little faces in my home anymore - only faces far away as my grown up children get on with their lives and any adult jobs they can get.

I love a good photography book, and one filled with faces is a great start. When I lived in the USA I was the band photographer, and it was always the faces that interest me most. What are the brains behind the faces thinking? What makes them tick? What are their goals for today? How will the faces look and where will they be in 2030 or 2050? I type those numbers and they don't even seem like a year, but soon enough it will be 2030 or 2050. How will a book like this age?

Now to the actual book itself. I love the photos, a mixture of faces, nature and other summer-related things. Books like this are often very America centric and my eyes will inevitably find the cultural references first. This is just because I have lived my life in three cultural contexts - Australia, Japan, and the USA, so it makes my heart happy when a book can be applied to any of them, giving only hints to its origin. The use of multicultural faces in this book pleases me greatly and I can see kids you might find in any International School in the world, doing things that kids all over the world do. Swimming in bodies of water, eating cold things, discovering nature; this book does a good job depicting a summer that many kids will know.

I also like the literally cool colors of the font, and the occasional warm color for warm words. I like that some words are larger than others, although the ESL teacher in me kind of wishes there was some kind of grammatical scheme in which words - verbs, nouns, adjectives would be given the special treatment. 

While I do like the diversity in the book, I'll admit I would have preferred a bit more cultural content to give the sense that there are similarities and differences in summer when you look with a worldwide lens. I realize it's not going to always be possible for a photographer to travel to different countries to take pictures, but how awesome would it have been to casually include a Japanese fireworks festival, or see an elephant in the background of one of the photos?

Overall this book makes me feel cooler, and happier when I read it, and in a hot / sad / tired 2020 world, that's all I need today.

Between jobs and in the age of coronavirus, I find myself inexplicably out of excuses for not maintaining this blog. At the same time, I have been running a small lending library from home, and offering to provide storytime online together with a friend in Illinois who similarly finds herself social distancing as a children's librarian. Yesterday we got together to test the technology and read each other a picture book each. I reached out to my PBC and my hand landed on this rollicking secular Noah's Ark tale perfect for this time of quarantine and crisis aversion.

"A long, long time ago, not long after the world began, it started to rain. It was the kind of rain that really soaks you, pouring down from the sky like it will need stop". Hmm. Sound exactly like I feel when I turn on the news and keep hearing about gloom and doom, and ever increasing numbers spreading mathematically like it will never stop. Sigh.

It's only a few pages into the book when you see that this really is perfect for the specific combination of worldwide crisis and quarantine. Noah's ark is filled with animals trying to keep social distance in a too-crowded Ark which seems to be tipping over, while Noah struggles along under a couple of boxes of oatmeal. Noah's son doodles glumly in his room, while some kind animal provides a shoulder massage to a hippo playing cards with his friend. Everyone is coping with their quarantine differently, from the shy bovine hugging a life saver to a gleeful piranha frolicking in his aquarium. One faithful companion sticks faithfully behind his master, and that's Noah's dog, the hero of this story. Later in the book this priceless pup saves the day when a leak is sprung in the boat. Check out the use of color in the pages below to depict day and night, along with the emotions of Noah and his passengers.

At first I felt that the details in these illustrations made it a difficult choice as a read aloud, until I realized that the camera can zoom wherever I want it to. Rather than reading this to a group of students in a room, I'd much prefer to take my time and sweep my phone over a page, allowing students to notice what they will from this delightful and reassuring tale. For young and old, for anyone who finds themselves in a crisis or even in a less-than-ideal situation, this book tells you that there are always special friends in the world, waiting to help.

Today I celebrated getting a new job by buying a new book for my Purple Book Cart. This one, with the roughly translated title (by me) "There's no way that's all there is, right?" may seem at first a strangely ironic take on the state of the job market, but actually this book is perfect for anyone (including children) who want to dream up a better future.

Firstly, a word here about the format of Japanese picture books in the book store, and how they creatively impact on the ways children access literature. See that white strip at the bottom of the book? It's called a book obi, like the silken obi (belt) of a kimono. The book obi is there to advertise the book, and to capture attention on the shelf. It's removable, but it exists not only on the sample book you can open and read in the store, it's on all the books, inside the shrink wrap so that it will go home with you and make the book appealing to your child. in this case, the large red lettering on the book obi reads "There's no way that there's only a dreadful future, right!?". Right?!? I mean, if we all really believed there to be nothing but disasters in our future, then where would we be? This book asks the question - how can we imagine our way to a better world.

The little girl in this book gets a shock when her brother gets home and lets her know what the future holds (according to his friends at school). People starving from overpopulation, sickness and war - even aliens that will chase us down in the future. The little girl runs to her Baachan (granny) who tells her that nobody can tell the future. Even Daddy who thought it would be fine today turned out to be wrong, since it is raining. Our heroine then goes on to re-imagine her future how she likes it, including strawberry-catching robots and a future where running races (hard to win) will be replaced by silly face competitions (easy to win). 

The book continues to talk about free choice, and typical of Shinsuke Yoshitake are the ever growing grids of possibility that are sure to set fire to the imagination (and inspire more than one child to build a giant Jenga tower of out of eggs). And just like other Shinsuke Yoshitake (many of which you might be pleased to hear have already been translated into English), the final page is the perfect simple full stop.

Wait, there's no way theres's all that there is, right? Well actually, there are a couple more inserts in the book that, just like the book obi, are intended to excite the book's intended audience and make this work completely interactive. It's in black and white - so imagine a classroom (or a kitchen fridge) lined with kids' different scenarios.This book is genius, and the future looks bright indeed!

While I get up my nerve to split this blog into two and write about books in Japanese, I will tell you about this classic Japanese picture book. It's been translated into English before as "Miki's First Errand" and if you're interested in that version the ISBN is 978-1741260137, but I am choosing to write about the original Japanese version because well, that's the one on my Purple Book Cart and it's the one that sings more closely to my heart.

This is a book that is quintessentially Japanese. The concept of a little girl, a tiny little girl walking off to the shop to buy her mummy some milk is not something that happens in Western countries (and if I am being honest - I am almost sure this hardly ever happens anymore in 21st century Japan). However when Mi-chan's mummy asks her if she's ready for this big task, the little tyke leaps out of her seat, more than ready for action. There are slips and trips along the way, but in the end, Mi-chan is able to successfully bring back the milk (and the change!) to her mother, waiting in the street with a smile. Did Mummy follow her to the shop? We will never know.

Akiko Hayashi's illustrations really carry the story in this book. From the furtive glance of the mother, to the flushed cheeks of Mi-chan, from the speeding bicycle and its wide open forward motion, to the page where Mi-chan falls flat on her face, sending her money flying on the road (I haven't included this spread, because I really want you to read this book!). This is a rollicking adventure tale, we are sure of that. Although the outcome is as simple as successfully purchased milk, it's so much more than that. It's about a tiny voice in the world, insisting to be heard. It's about the innate desire of children to be helpful and to grow up to be the awesome human adults they are destined to be. If Mi-chan is now grown up and has children of her own (and actually, looking at the publishing date she is just my age), I might meet her in a coffee shop for parenting advice.

My life has been thrown a little off kilter recently with a major international move, and in this book too, not everything is smooth sailing. The visitor who comes from far away falls off the shelf and is broken into pieces. The rabbit peers over at the visitor with a tear in his eye. But there is nothing to be done. More waiting is the only option. Outside the window, some wonderful and things happen, all illustrated in Henkes' soft pastel style. It's such a beautiful book and the passage of time is illustrated so gently that it is impossible to stay sad for long. It will most likely mean something different to every child (and unwitting grown-up) who reads it. 

Children (and sometimes grown ups) can feel as though like the toys in this window, they are powerless to do anything but wait. As we grow up we are told we have to follow our dreams - we have to get things decided so we can leap along the path to success. Nobody ever thinks about the wisdom of waiting, and that things will sort them out if you give them time. Thank you Kevin Henkes for making the world a softer and kinder place with this book.

I first came across Trombone Shorty la few years back, even before it made the Caldecott Honor list of 2016, I knew it was special. Collier's exquisite use of light and dark, lines straight and curvy, balloons floating through the air like music through the streets of New Orleans - all are the delicious ingredients in a visual gumbo that tells the inspiring story of Trombone Shorty - a boy who played music because he was driven to do it by his environment and a seriously healthy dose of self-respect in difficult circumstances. The illustration of Trombone Shorty and his friends using improvised instruments, the day he found his near broken trombone includes "invisible" crowns that are made with shiny transparent gloss so that they shine and glimmer from the page. This book is stunning, and I would recommend you immediately buy it, except....

I cannot in good faith recommend that you buy this book without hearing the audio first. If you love the illustrations as much as I did (AND I DID), then you only love it 10% as much as you would if you could also hear the audio. I hereby pledge NEVER to try and read this book aloud to an audience, because the experience of hearing the book while also seeing the pictures is so much better. The first couple of times I had tears of joy welling up in my eyes. Tears welled up again when I listened with each of my daughters who are musicians. This. Audio. Is. Insanely. Good.

Troy "Trombone Shorty" Andrews who wrote the book himself, and has also written a companion book called the Five O Clock Band, narrates the music with his trombone, and I suspect also the trumpet and some of the improvised instruments. I seriously considered going to his concert four days before the ALA conference in Denver just to get a look at this musical hellion in action, just for the utter joy of seeing how his book turned out. This book (and I guess the next one?) refer to his Trombone Shorty Foundation and Trombone Shorty Music Academy that supports young musicians who might not otherwise have access to instruments and music education. It's such a cool idea, and a worthy cause, that I have already bought both the book and CD set several times over as baby gifts for musicians.

Ok I guess I can't just write about this without giving you a little taste of the music in the book, right? Here it is. It's insanely cool, right? Keep in mind this is really just the music that happens at the end, so as you are reading the book you also get scattered trombone and sound effects all the way through. I can't tell you how amazing it is. I just can't. Please just go and get it now.

A word too about the narration by Dion Graham. It's young, it's fresh and it's exactly appropriate for this story. Graham doesn't hurry through the text - the narration leaves time for you to explore the pictures, but goes fast enough for you to retain interest in the story. This is one of those books that will have your child begging "again" and "again" and "again" before bed, because they will hear and see different things each time they read. Graham's narration is exactly as joyous as it needs to be for young children to read this book, and then go and find their own broken / invented instrument to play. The importance of constant practice in the book is not lost, yet neither is it didactic. Dion Graham's voice in this story, the excitement of a small child becoming a giant on stage with Bo Diddley (with his big vast microphone echo voice) will have children rushing out to see how they can make music.

When I first moved to America, I had to give up a job that I had fought to get. I felt a bit rudderless, and quite a lot apprehensive. However I kept positive. I volunteered at a bilingual school and when that didn't feel right, I applied for a job at a different school. I got that job, but was unable to take it. That's when I met a group of friends at the Center for Teaching Through Children's Books in Chicago. These people are my people, and I love them dearly. It took a certain amount of bravery to start going to meetings and then a larger amount of bravery to start going to ALA, NCTE and IBBY conferences, but like Beekle I just kept going. I became Magic Food Fairy of the Caldecott Committee in 2015, and magically, this is how I met Beekle.

Look under the gold-stickered dust jacket and you will find a different front cover (pictured above). It's a much simpler picture than the one on the dust jacket, but to me it more accurately captures the feeling of the book. Lines of lightness and shadow imitate life and the way that feelings and attitudes can change even within the very same day. Beekle stands at the front, looking straight out from the book. The outlines of buildings and clouds and bus stop seem almost incidental to the beautiful patchwork of patterns in this picture of dark and light.

If you don't already know what's on the back cover under the dust jacket then I won't ruin the surprise. Suffice to say that these front and back covers, in addition to the end papers that tell the story of Beekle lost and Beekle found, really make this book very special. I believe there is an audio version of Beekle which I haven't listened to yet, but to my mind this book is best appreciated at a snail's pace, free from jarring page-turn pings that would propel you through the book. If you hurried too much you might miss the serendipitous twist. Again, if you don't know what this twist is already, go back and read the book again - slower this time.

I am at a time in my life right at the moment I'm trying too hard. Like Beekle I am running here and there and searching for something that I won't know until I find it. However, I am happy to be having the adventures I've found along the way.

This delightful book about an absolutely perfect little mouse, Chrysanthemum, deals in hugs and kisses (and Parcheesi) as  ways to combat the slings and arrows of teasing at school. The amount of love in this book is simply tremendous - from home cooked food to cuddles and consultations with parenting manuals such as "The Inner Mouse Vol 1. Childhood Anxiety". Even the music teacher Mrs. Twinkle and her heavily pregnant belly ooze the love that we hope all children have in their lives. 

It's a sweet story, but it was my friend's back story about it that warmed my heart even more. New to Japan and heavily pregnant, she and her husband had only decided on two names for their triplets they had thought to be twins. The doctors settled on a date for the C-section, the ninth of September. The ninth day of the ninth month happens to be Chrysanthemum Festival in Japan, Kiku no Sekku in Japanese. Kiku (Chrysanthemum) is also a girls name, so my friend wanted to call her third daughter Kiku. However, her husband explained that Kiku is a name like "Doris" or "Mabel" - hopelessly old fashioned and worthy of teasing at school. My friend acquiesced trusting her Japanese husband's judgement, and they settled on another beautiful name - one in fact that is written using the kanji character for "beauty". ​The story of Chrysanthemum and its relation to the family legend soon became entwined.

As for my friend and her daughters, they too are looking for survival skills. All five of them are strong and vibrant women, bruised terribly by recent events but with all the personality traits they will need going forward. The solid bedrock of parenting they've had over the years, the many laps and the many books, all the memories are clear and present for the time being. This morning I spent a couple of hours bringing all of these picture books back onto the living room shelves, not only for future grandchildren but also as a reminder that while life can be devastating, there can be joy in the cracks.