Wednesday, February 29, 2012



When a volcano explodes, many plants and animals die. Gopher survives in his burrow. How does he help life return to the mountain? Scientists spent years observing life returning to Mount St. Helens. This fictionalized story is based on their surprising findings on how life returns to a destroyed habitat.  Animals, like people, enjoy spending time with their friends and family. Many groups of animals have their own unique names. Did you know a group of gorillas is a called a band? And a bunch of billy goats is a tribe? Following in the footsteps of Multiply on the Fly (multiplication), the award-winning What’s New at the Zoo? (addition) and What’s the Difference? (subtraction), this rhythmic, fun-to-read-aloud book introduces children to division as they conquer bands, tribes, mobs and more.

Mount Pleasant, S.C. (Feb. 29, 2011)–Sylvan Dell Publishing will be participating in Read Across America Day by offering all of its award-winning eBooks FREE to read at on March 2. 

You will have access to:
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  • FREE activities including a “For Creative Minds” educational section, 40-70 pages of free teaching activities, three quizzes, and a related websites page for each title.

 Beatrix the beaver longs to be good at something. Her brother Bevan is an expert at repairing the lodge with mud and twigs. Her sister Beverly is a superb swimmer and underwater gymnast. What makes Beatrix stand out?  Sing along to this light-hearted romp while learning about different food chains within a single ecosystem. Which animals come out on top, and which animals end up as snacks? Hey Diddle Diddle teaches children about the food web, the circle of life, and the part that each living creature plays within an ecosystem. Chicken Little may have thought the sky was falling but Peter Pika is sure the glaciers are melting and is off to talk to the Mountain Monarch about it.
Sylvan Dell co-owner and editor Donna German states, “We are proud to offer children a simple way to participate in Read Across America Day. By offering our full eBook Site License we also make it easy not only for children to read and explore our great books, but we make it easy for parents and teachers to use each book as stepping stone to learning with our “For Creative Minds” section and our free teaching activities.”

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Sylvan Dell Publishing’s mission is to excite children’s imaginations with artistically spectacular science, math, and nature-themed stories. Founded in November of 2004, Sylvan Dell has grown to include more than 75 authors and illustrators in the United States and Canada, and 70 titles—honored as finalists or winners of over 70 book awards. 

Sylvan Dell’s Science and Math Through Literature Program integrates science, math, geography, character skills, and language learning through fun, cross-curricular activities.

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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Children's Book Week 2012 ~ blogger opportunity

Children's Book Week Giveaway Hop
May 7th - 13th

Hosted by 
Mymcbooks & I Am A Reader, Not A Writer

This is the 2nd annual Children's Book Week and we've expanded a little to include the opportunity for other blogs to join us as we encourage families to read together. Would you like to join in? 

What is Children's Book Week?
Established in 1919, Children's Book Week is the longest-running literacy initiative in the country. Each year, books for young people and the joy of reading are feted for a full week with author and illustrator appearances, storytelling, parties, and other book-related events at schools, libraries, bookstores, museums, and homes from coast to coast!
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Celebrate & Promote Children's Book Week by taking part in The Children's Book Week Giveaway Hop.

Giveaway Hop Rules
Each participating blog will host a giveaway on their site.

  • The giveaway must be for a children's book (picture, juvenile fiction, middle grade, young adult).
  • No more than 6 possible entries per person. 1 mandatory & up to 5 optional.
  • Offering a Gift Card or book of choice from The Book Depository is fine.
  • Any family friendly blog or site is welcome to join.
  • Your post must include the Children's Book Wee image, the linky or a link to one of the host's sites & must be live by 10:00 AM on May 7th.

To sign up to host a giveaway simply add you blog to the linky with your shipping info in parenthesis following your blog name

Wild Card Preview: YHWH The Flood, the Fish and the Giant: Ancient Mysteries Retold

It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old...or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!

Today's Wild Card authors are:

and the book:

Authentic (June 1, 2010)

***Special thanks to Mike Parker for sending me a review copy.***


GP Taylor is the New York Times best selling author of such young adult novels as Shadowmancer, Wormwood, and The Tizzle Sisters. He resides in England on the banks of a river in the midst of a dark wood, an arrow's flight from the Prince Regent Hotel.

Visit the author's website.

Paula K. Parker is a U.S.-based playwright and author whose works include stage adaptations of the Jane Austen classics, Pride & PrejudiceSense & Sensibility, and EmmaYESHUA: The Vine, The Demon & The Traitor, the sequel to "YHWH," is scheduled for release in the spring of 2012.

Visit the author's website.


YHWH is a collection of 20 Old Testament stories, re-told for the Harry Potter generation.

In a world where Children are probably more familiar with Harry Potter than Jesus, it’s often hard to encourage them to read the Bible in its traditional form. YHWH introduces the wonderful Bible stories to them in a way that captures their imagination YHWH is based on the scripture but adds description and other allegory to make the stories come alive.

The project is supported by Walk Through the Bible Ministries who teach the Bible to over 40,000 school children each year. It could be used by Christians as a tool for evangelism and would be ideal as a gift for children and young people unfamiliar with the classic Bible narratives.

Product Details:
List Price: $13.99
Paperback: 300 pages
Publisher: Authentic (June 1, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1860248004
ISBN-13: 978-1860248009


YWHW: The Flood, The Fish & The Giant
By GP Taylor & Paula K. Parker
Authentic Media

Chapter One: The Fall

   In the early light of morning, by the Tigris River that ran through the valley of Gan-Eden, a long, black serpent slithered in and out of the eucalyptus trees. The creature was followed at a distance by a small and fearful rat. Wherever the snake went, so the rat followed, but always far enough away so the bright white teeth that were hidden in the snake’s mouth could not strike it. The cobra cared for nothing but itself. It neither ate nor slept, but just slid through the undergrowth as it sought a place to hide from the sun. The serpent raised itself up and puffed out its hood, then stopped and tasted the air as it flickered its blood-red tongue. Every creature in the garden sensed the advent of death and all was silent. Sensing warmth nearby, the snake edged closer to the body of a man that lay as if unconscious in the clearing of the forest.

   As the first rays of sunlight broke against the tall trees, the snake sniffed the face of the bearded creature. He smelled different from any other beast of the forest. It was then, with no human eye to see, that the snake began to slowly transform. Inch by inch, the scales of the creature quickly disintegrated and took the form of pure, white skin. As if it were being peeled, the snake changed in appearance. Its head grew and took on the countenance of a man. As the snakeskin peeled back, the rest of the body emerged. It was distinctly human, the only trace of what had been the cobra were the slitted eyes and two sharp fangs that edged his ruby lips.

   Soon, the snake was no more. Its transformation was complete. The creature was angelic, tall, with long thin fingers. Waves of white hair were brushed back to reveal a chiselled face – the beauty of which no one on earth had ever seen.

   ‘Wormwood … do you always have to stay in that form?’ the creature asked the rat as it crawled over the stump of an old tree and looked up at him.

   HE … might not see me like this. I feel safe if HE can’t see me.’ The rat replied, as it brushed its face with clawed hands that looked quite human.

   HE sees everything. There is nothing in the universe that HE can’t see.’ The man replied angrily.

   ‘But Lucifer, HE was your friend and master,’ the rat answered without thinking.

   ‘As HE was yours, Wormwood. Then the Creator cast us out – just for thinking we were His equal.…’ Lucifer answered as he looked about him, knowing he was being overheard. ‘And now, not only does the man Marah inhabit this place, but the Creator in his wisdom has made that – a friend for Marah; the man created from dust – blood and gall – now has a companion.’

   Lucifer pointed to the body of a woman who lay on the ground in a deep sleep. She was covered in eucalyptus leaves, her long black hair trailing in ringlets across her dark skin.

   ‘She is … very beautiful,’ Wormwood answered as he looked down at the woman. ‘Is she an angel?’

   Lucifer looked at Marah. He traced his finger along Marah’s naked skin and dug the nail into his flesh until he came to a long wound in his side.

   ‘Interesting …’ Lucifer mused as he traced the wound. ‘It looks as though HE has taken a rib to form this other one.’

   ‘Shall we kill them?’ Wormwood asked. ‘We killed many angels in heaven until Raphael put an end to our war.’

   ‘Not yet,’ Lucifer answered. ‘I think that here will be a fine place to wage our war on the Creator. If HE has one weakness, it is compassion. If I were King of Heaven, I would not have allowed us to live. All HE did was cast us down to this place. Even with our rebellion, He showed kindness. How foolish is HE?’ Lucifer asked the rat.

   Wormwood did not speak. He stared at the woman and watched her breathing. Lucifer reached out and touched her face.

   ‘What will we do with them?’ Wormwood asked.

   ‘There will be time; after all, we have all eternity,’ Lucifer answered quickly as he heard footsteps in the forest.

   Suddenly changing back to the shape of the serpent, Lucifer slithered quickly into the undergrowth. Wormwood darted to the cover of the trees.

   Gan-Eden was still. The scent of death had vanished. Marah lay on the ground as if asleep. Around him, bushes covered in blossoms were once more humming with bees. The trees shadowing him were alive with birds singing, building nests and pecking at the ripening fruit. Animals walked up to gently sniff at the sleeping humans and then wander into the brush. The footsteps drew closer and closer. From amongst the trees and bushes, a breath as warm as sunlight and deep as eternity flared the nostrils of the man as the voice echoed, ‘Marah … awake.’

   Marah’s eyes shifted under closed lids and gradually opened; without turning his head, he looked around, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of Gan-Eden. Yawning he stretched, extending his arms, and touched … something.

   He turned to see a figure sleeping on the ground. It was like him … but it wasn’t.

   ‘Creator,’ Marah asked, ‘… what … is this?’

   The voice that had awakened him echoed in response, ‘She is woman. She will be your companion and your helper. Your wife. All the animals in the garden were made male and female. It was not good for you to be alone; in the entire garden, there was none equal to you. I caused you to fall into a deep sleep and took one of your ribs and, from that rib, I created her.’

   Marah rose to his knees to inspect the sleeping woman. He brushed away the leaves that covered her body. Her skin was soft as a butterfly’s wings and thick dark lashes brushed cheeks the colour of peaches. Hair the shade of a raven’s wing flowed from her head, covering her to her thighs. Her lids fluttered and then opened. The eyes inspecting him were almond-shaped, their colour reflecting the grass beneath her. She looked at Marah curiously and reached to touch his face. She laughed; the sound was as light and fresh as the mist that arose each morning.

   Taking her hand, Marah helped the woman to stand. Wife, he thought. A companion and a helper. Like me, but not like me.

   ‘You are bone of my bone,’ he told her, ‘and flesh of my flesh.’

   Her brow wrinkled, as if not understanding.

   Marah cupped her cheek. ‘You are “woman”,’ – then he touched his side – ‘for you were taken out of “man”.’

   The woman opened her mouth, working to shape full lips. ‘Mmm … aaahhh.…’

   Touching his chest, he told her, ‘I am “Marah”.’

   ‘Marah,’ she spoke as if tasting the word.

   Pointing to her, he said, ‘Havva.’

   That is good,’ the voice of the Creator echoed through the trees.

   Havva looked around for the source of the voice and then looked at Marah, her brow furrowed in question.

   ‘That is the Creator,’ Marah said.

   Havva looked at him and smiled. It was as if she knew all of what Marah spoke.

   ‘The Creator is good,’ Havva answered.

   Marah smiled. ‘Yes, He is.’ Taking her hand, he said, ‘Now come … let me show you Gan-Eden.’

   Together they walked through forests and meadows, up hills and down into valleys, enjoying the feel of soft grass beneath their feet. Marah led Havva to a river; releasing her hand, he jumped into the water, laughing. Turning, he extended his arms. ‘Water.’

   ‘Water,’ she laughed and jumped, gasping as the cold water hit her skin and filled her mouth and nose.

   He held her hand as they waded through the water. Fish darted between the man and woman, tickling their legs and feet with brightly coloured fins. Marah showed Havva how to drink the water with cupped hands and wiped her dripping lips. Then they left the river and walked to a nearby tree. Plucking fruit from a laden bough, Marah handed one to Havva.

   ‘Peach,’ he bit into the ripe flesh, juice spurting and dripping to his chest. ‘Mmmm …’ he nodded.

   She bit into her peach; her eyes widened at her first taste of food. She nodded and laughed as the juice ran down her chin. After eating several more peaches, they plunged back into the river to wash their skin and then laid down on the bank to rest in the sunlight.

   As the sun slipped down the sky, changing from golden to orange, to disappear beyond the horizon, Marah led Havva to a spot beneath a massive oak. He showed her how to pull up armfuls of tall blades of grass and lay them on top of each other. When the pile of grass reached their knees, Marah sat down and reached up to pull Havva down next to him. He lay on his back, with his hands cushioning his head. After a moment, Havva lay next to him and placed her head on his chest. As the sky darkened the moon arose, creamy and full, and stars scattered like diamonds across the expanse. The man and woman’s breathing slowed and before they fell asleep, they heard, ‘That is very good,’ whispered across the night sky.

   Through the days that followed, Marah showed Havva the length and breadth of Gan-Eden. As they wandered, they tended the plants. Marah showed Havva how to use a sharp stone to cut the pips and seeds from the fruit they ate; they stuck the seeds in the ground. ‘From these, the Creator will make more grow.’ They would climb the trees to toss down fruit for the animals that couldn’t reach it. And in the evening, the Creator would come. Not that they saw the Creator; they felt His presence as the sun warmed their skin and heard His voice whispering through the sky. They would talk about all they had done and the Creator would instruct them about the needs of the animals and plants in Gan-Eden.

   Be fruitful and increase in number,’ the voice of the Creator whispered in their hearts, ‘fill the earth and subdue it. Rule over the fish of the sea and the birds of the air and over every living creature that moves on the ground. I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit with seed in it. They will be yours for food. And to all the beasts of the earth and all the birds of the air and all the creatures that move on the ground – everything that has the breath of life in it – I give every green plant for food.’

   One golden day when the warm wind blew in from the west, Marah and Havva followed the bank of the Tigris to where it met with the Euphrates to form the Great River. The waters rolled and cascaded, frothing over rocks. On the bank of the river, stood two trees. Both were gigantic, taller than any other tree in Gan-Eden and laden with ripe fruit, filling the air with spicy sweetness. As they looked across the waters, the Creator spoke. The voice echoed across the sky.

   This is the centre of the garden,’ the Creator spoke above the sounds of the rushing water. ‘The trees in the middle of the garden are the tree of life’ the wind blew ruffled the leaves on the tree on the right, ‘and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.’ The leaves on the left tree waved in the breeze.‘You are free to eat from any tree in the garden; but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat of it you will surely taste death.’

   ‘Marah,’ Havva asked, ‘what is “death”?’

   ‘I do not know,’ he told her. His face had grown solemn and thoughtful. He was not laughing now. ‘But we do not need to know. It is enough that the Creator tells us not to eat from the tree.’ He took her hand and looked into her eyes. ‘We will obey.’

   She nodded hesitantly. ‘We will obey.’

   As they turned to go, Havva caught sight of an animal she had not met. From a distance, it looked like the branch of a tree it curled around, but its skin glistened like a lizard.

   ‘Marah, what is that?’ she pointed to the snake as it bowed from the branch.

   He looked. ‘That is Serpent.’

   ‘Why does it not come and greet us?’

   Marah shrugged. ‘I know not.’ He took her hand. ‘Come, I saw pomegranates. Let’s eat some.’

   As they walked away, Havva felt an itching sensation between her shoulders. Looking back, she saw the serpent watching her; it looked as though it was smiling.

   Time passed slowly in Gan-Eden. Havva had grown accustomed to the land. She knew where to find the best pears and apples, when to pick the raspberries and how to choose the ripest tomatoes. All was well. The Creator walked in the land by the river and they listened to His voice as the sun set and the moon rose out of the mountains.

   One morning, the sunlight streamed into her eyes and woke Havva. She looked over at Marah; he was sleeping on his side, with a large leaf covering his head. She smiled at her husband, who snorted and rubbed his nose, and snuggled into their bed. Havva stood up to gather food for Marah and herself.

   Wandering, she plucked an apple from a nearby tree; the fruit was sweet and crunchy. She washed the sticky juice from her fingers. She pulled a large leaf from a tree and used it to gather fruit for Marah and herself: more apples, raspberries, dark red cherries, peaches, a small melon. When she came upon the pomegranate tree, she found herself standing near the Great River and the two trees the Creator had told them about.

   The fruits on both trees were unlike any she had seen before: larger than any Havva had gathered, and their fragrance made her mouth water and filled the glade with its essence.

   ‘Havva,’ a voice said from deep within the glade.

   She turned. There, slithering towards her was the serpent. As it neared, she could see that it began to slowly change and stand up on two legs. It looked like Marah – its eyes were tilted slits, the mouth wide. The creature shuddered joyfully.

   ‘How do you know my name?’ she asked.

   ‘We all know that Havva and Marah are favoured by the Creator,’ Serpent spoke, hissing out each word. ‘I see you are gathering food,’ it said. ‘Have you come to pick fruit from these trees?’ It walked towards the tree on the left.

   ‘But not fruit from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil,’ Havva answered.

   ‘Is it true that the Creator really said, “You must not eat from any tree in the garden”?’

   ‘No,’ Havva said. ‘We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but the Creator said, “You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.”’

   ‘You will not surely die,’ Serpent said. ‘The Creator does not want you to eat it, for He knows that when you eat the fruit, you will be wise like Him, knowing good and evil.’ Plucking a fruit, it bit into the flesh. Serpent closed its eyes and hissed, ‘No other fruit tastes so good.’

   Havva took a step closer to the tree. The fruit was large and plump, its aroma filling her head. She dropped the leaf filled with the fruit she had gathered. None of the fruit I picked looks or smells as good as this, she thought. Surely becoming as wise as the Creator is a good thing.

   Slowly lifting her hand, she reached up and – hesitantly – touched the nearest fruit. It was firm and ripe; one slight tug and the fruit fell into Havva’s hand. She sniffed it; the aroma was sweet and set her mouth watering. She extended her tongue and licked it. She waited … nothing happened … no death … it tasted like the dawn. She took one bite – then another and another. She consumed the fruit, grabbed another and ate it. Hand over hand, she ate several pieces of fruit, unable to assuage her hunger.

   ‘Havva!’ shouted another voice. She whirled around, a fruit in one hand and a half-eaten fruit in the other.

   Marah stared at her, stared at her hands. ‘What have you done?’ he whispered.

   Havva stepped towards her husband. ‘Marah … I woke before you … wanted to gather food … the serpent told me that the Creator didn’t want us to be like him … I ate one … the fruit is unlike any we have eaten before … nothing happened … I’m the same –’

   ‘No,’ he shook his head, ‘you are different….’

   ‘I am like the Creator….’ She lifted the uneaten fruit to his mouth. ‘Don’t you want to … be like Him?’ She lifted the other fruit and took a bite. ‘They are wonderful.’

   Marah stared at his wife … opened his mouth … and took a bite.

   The ground was soon littered with fruit, some eaten, some just bitten into. Other fruit was just thrown to the ground and smashed underfoot in their haste to grab more. No matter how many they ate, their hunger remained.

   ‘Marah …’ she said, her voice anguished. ‘Something is different.’

   ‘What do you mean?’ Marah asked, his mouth full of fruit.

    ‘I do not know. We should know,’ Havva’s voice was rough and sharp as a stone. ‘We ate the fruit … the serpent said we would be wise as the Creator and know everything.’

   ‘Havva …’ Marah said, ‘the serpent is not the Creator and we did as he told us, not as the Creator told us.’

   Havva grabbed her waist. ‘Marah … something is different … in me.’ She doubled over, crying out in pain. ‘Something is twisting inside.’

   Running to the river, Havva retched as she coughed up the half-eaten fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. It twisted her guts and stuck in her throat as she retched and retched. Again and again she tried to rid herself of the pain in her stomach and her heart. She was distantly aware of Marah kneeling next to her. She heard his cries of anguish and pain as he emptied his stomach of the fruit.

   Reaching out, she pulled a leaf from a nearby bush and wiped her mouth. Not enough. She grabbed another and, opening her mouth, wiped her tongue. Still not enough.

   Pulling leaf after leaf, the man and woman tried to clean the feeling from their mouths, their bellies, their hearts. Shivering, Havva took fig leaves and knotted the ends, until she had formed a covering for herself. Noticing that Marah was also trembling, she formed a covering for Marah.

   ‘Marah … Havva …’

   They looked at each other, hearts pounding.

   ‘The Creator,’ Marah whispered. ‘He is coming.’

   ‘He will see us … He will know.’ Havva said. Turning, she ran down the path, stumbling over rocks and stumps, scratching her legs on bushes, until she found four trees that leaned towards each other. Several small bushes growing at their base formed a small shelter. Dropping to her knees, she crawled inside. A moment later, Marah crawled in beside her. She could hear Marah’s heart beating in fear.

   Marah … Havva … where are you?’ The leaves on the bushes trembled … ‘Marah?’

   Marah looked at Havva and shook his head. ‘I must answer …’ Taking a shuddering breath, the man stuttered, ‘I-I am in here …’

   Where is Havva?’

   Havva looked wide-eyed at Marah, who nodded.

   ‘I … I am in here with Marah.’

   ‘Why are you in there?’

   ‘We heard you in the forest and we were afraid you would see … us … as we are … naked … so we hid from you.’

   Who told you that you were naked?’ the Creator spoke in a sad whisper. ‘Have you eaten from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from?

   The pain in the Creator’s voice tore at Marah, the knowledge of his disobedience too heavy to confess.

   ‘The woman you put here with me – she gave me some fruit from the tree, and I ate it.’

   ‘Havva.’ The woman cringed under the weight of His voice. ‘What is this you have done?’

   Havva’s thoughts were as rapid as her heartbeat. What can I say? How do I explain?

   ‘It was Serpent. He told me it would make me like you …’ her voice dropped to a tearful whisper, ‘and I ate.’

   The leaves at the door to their shelter began trembling, shivering, as the wind began blowing, howling. The presence of the Creator rose above the earth, His voice swelled to cover all creation.

   Serpent, because you have done this, you are cursed above all the creatures of the night. You will crawl on your belly and you will eat dust all the days of your life. I will put hostility between you and the woman, and between your offspring and hers; he will crush your head, and you will strike his heel.’

   What will He do to us?’ she whispered.

   ‘Havva.’ The woman wrapped her arms around her legs and laid her head on her knees. ‘You will give birth to children and they will bring you pain. Your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you.’

   ‘Marah.’ The man turned from his wife, as the Creator spoke to him. ‘Because you listened to your wife and ate from the tree about which I commanded you, “You must not eat of it”: cursed is the ground because of you; through painful toil you will eat of it all the days of your life. It will produce thorns and thistles for you, and you will eat the plants of the field. By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.’

   A sudden, sharp sound rent the air. It was unlike anything that Marah or Havva had ever heard before. It pierced their ears and tore at their hearts.

   Marah … Havva…’ The Creator’s voice sounded as painful as their hearts. ‘Come here.’

   Marah dropped to his knees to crawl from their hiding place; after a moment, Havva followed. Standing, they looked around. Nothing seemed different about the land … yet it was. There, by a bush, was a slaughtered sheep. Its throat was cut, blood issued from its fleece, mixing with the dust of the earth.

    The voice of the Creator rose above the trees again, ‘The man has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever.’

   The ground under the man and woman’s feet trembled and shook, as the sky grew blinding white. In fear, they watched as a figure descended from the clouds to stand in front of the two trees. It had the shape of a man, with wings like the mighty eagle. His face was terrible to see. In his hand was a flaming sword.

   Looking at Marah and Havva, the angel lifted the sword and opened his mouth. ‘GO.’

   The word echoed from one end of Gan-Eden to the other. Fire flashed from the sword; a tree near the humans erupted into flames.

         Grabbing Havva’s hand, Marah began running, screaming, as first a tree and then a bush exploded before them.

   They came to the edge of the river where Marah had first showed Havva how to drink and swam across the river, choking on the water that filled their nose and mouth. They crawled out of the water and collapsed on the riverbank, panting. After his heart and breathing had slowed, Marah rolled over and pulled himself to his knees. He looked up and gasped.

         Havva grabbed his ankle, too afraid to look. ‘What is it?’

         ‘They’re gone,’ Marah’s voice was ragged.

         ‘What’s gone? The serpent?’

         ‘No,’ Marah dropped to the ground next to his wife. ‘The tree of life … it is gone. Gan-Eden has disappeared.’

         Turning, Havva looked behind them. Across the river, beyond the far bank, was … nothing. There were bushes, forests, and hills; but they were not those of the garden. Arching her neck, Havva looked in one direction and then turned to look in the other. Straining her eyes, she could not see the massive tree of life or the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. They were … gone!

   ‘Marah, where is it? Did the Creator destroy the land?’

   ‘I don’t think so. I think Gan-Eden is hidden from us. Maybe one day, He will let us return.’ He reached down and took Havva’s hand and pulled her up. ‘… For now, we must find shelter … the night is coming.’

Monday, February 27, 2012

Did you see?

Did you see the alignment of the Moon, Jupiter and Venus this weekend? No? Well, here you go:

from: website

Now, we (read that "I") missed the event on Saturday (25th) and Sunday (26th) but the show continues in March (minus the moon)!

Per the website:
In March, Venus and Jupiter continue their relentless convergence until, on March 12th and 13th, the duo lie only three degrees apart—a spectacular double beacon in the sunset sky (sky map).  Now you’ll be able to hide them together behind a pair of outstretched fingertips.  (click here for article)

This is the Prime Time for you as parents (or an ideal Father/Child activity) to learn WITH your child about the night sky! Usborne Books can help you with high quality tools that are reasonably priced and your child will pull them out over and over again as they grow up.

Space Explorer Camps promote critical thinking through active reading, effective writing and inquiry learning. It's all the FUN of Camp at Your House! These kits are ideal for families, homeschooling groups, teachers, after school programs and badge type programs (read that as Boy Scouts, Girls Scouts, etc) - And how about during the summer? YOU can set up a whole block of activities for the families that live on YOUR block! There are many neighborhoods that use Usborne's Kits to not only keep their kids busy learning during the summer (

Did you know? Students can lose UP TO 30% of their skills and knowledge during the summer! Smarty Pants Camps will help keep children reading, writing & problem solving during the summer to help prevent this Summer Brain Drain!

Discovery Astronaut Camp Kit
Age 8-9 yrs $80 #781280
Read an excerpt:

This camp kit includes: How High is the Sky?, Pelly & Mr Harrison Visit the Moon, Space, Living in Space, 100 Things to Spot in the Night Sky, What's Physics All About? 100 Science Experiments, Discovery Astronaut Official Camp Notebook.

Apollo Astronaut Camp Kit
Age 10-12 yrs $80 #781281
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This camp kit includes: Science Encyclopedia, Story of Astronomy and Space, 100 Things to Spot in the Night Sky, What's Physics All About? 100 Science Experiments, Apollo Astronaut Official Camp Notebook.

Families can purchase both SETS of Kits! This is great if you have kids in 2 different age groups. The Discovery Astronaut Camp Kit can be used for younger kits - you will just have to "tweak" it to work for younger children who may not be able to do the reading & writing on their own. 

The Discover Astronaut & Apollo Astronaut Camp Kits
Age 8-12 yrs $135 #781284
Order Here

Neighborhood Camp Fun: Wondering how to do something like this in YOUR neighborhood? Watch for details....

Friday, February 24, 2012

WIN Books for your kids' Easter Basket!


You're Invited!

Fill those Birthday Parties and Easter Baskets with Sugar Free Treats! Usborne Books are the Books Kid's LOVE to Read! 

I am hosting a Mystery Hostess Party @ The show closes February 27th @ Midnight! Order online and everyone who orders a minimum $10 in books will be entered to WIN the Hostess Benefits! 

Find 10 people to ORDER $10 by February 27th and you'll get 10 EXTRA entries into the drawing in addition to your entry for ordering!

Easy HUH?

Leave a comment under the post w/ your name & email address
So I know what to look for. If you had 10 friends order leave a comment below the post that you sent me the list of who ordered.

Due to the amount that you could WIN I am requiring all mandatory entries to find 10 friends to order a minimum $10 in orders. You can order $100, 5 friends can order $20 each or you can do $10 friends for $10 each. (Ex: minimum winnings w/ a $400 Event would be $170 in FREE Books ~ not counting discounted items!): 
When you have your 10 friends ~ email me their names 
@ familyliteracy2 (at)

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Featured blog! Hump Day Hop!

Its Hump Day!Happy Hump Day!!
...and rest assured, because its all down hill from here. In a good way!

Welcome to a Mid Week Link up where you can link up everything you got! From GFC, to Google Plus, to BlogLovin, Twitter, Facebook, Networked Blogs and of course your Blog Frog Communities too!

Spotlight blog this week: 

1. Follow your hosts  Mommy Only Has Two Hands, and Oh My Heartsie and Unexpected Mother on the linky form in each section you add something. 

2. Retweet/facebook, Friend Feed, Dig, stumble, whatever this hop. You can do this with my tweet button in the top left corner of this post or with the sexy bookmarks widget at the bottom of this post. The more people who know about this, the more fun it is...and the more followers.  

3. Follow who ever follows you! Of course you might have to initiate a follow by following people on the linky.

That is it!!

*If you would like me to follow you, leave a comment and your URL.*

It would be nice if you displayed the button in your post or blog sidebar. I just ask you to only link up Family Friendly accounts. I will make sure its family friendly!! Link up and have fun, after all the week is half way over....

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Monday, February 20, 2012

CrindelStar ~ A unique Easter basket filler

CrindelStar ~ Where the Universe Dreams

CrindelStar is an inspirational story about a young girl, Maria, who faces peer pressure from her classmates to abandon her belief in her precious unicorns. We learn through Maria’s encounter with a mystical creature, CrindelStar, that what she believes of herself creates the foundation of what she might ultimately contribute to the world through her life’s purpose and gift. CrindelStar arrives to rescue Maria from her despair, but it is through Maria’s compassion, honesty, and personal courage CrindelStar is saved as well !  

My Thoughts:
I was excited when I was offered a review of CrindelStar on Classic Children's Books. CrindelStar is purchased online as an MP3 album of a 14 minute story and a cute theme song that is downloaded. Unfortunately I was unable to listen to the story/song since I was having issues with my new Kindle Fire (which I've since returned) & the new soundcard on my computer keeps going out. I really wanted to hear it & I'm hoping to this weekend at mom & dad's - keep your fingers crossed!

The neat thing about the card is that it is a "green" method of encouraging your kid's to read at an age when many kids don't want to read anymore.  When you receive the card you'll see that it is made with handmade seed paper. Yep, it's filled with Wildflower seeds! Your kid will use the card to go online and download a FREE/Prepaid copy of CrindelStar and afterwards they can plant it in a small-medium size pot (a windowsill size of pot) and grow Wildflowers.

To order: Click here to order your MP3 album of the CrindelStar Narrated Story & theme song (link is delivered to your email to hear right away). The theme song also includes the Full Theme Song & lyrics to follow along. You will also get a ALBUM Wildflower mp3 Card sent directly from CrindelStar to your home which includes the code to give to a friend.

Please tweet: #Kids: CrindelStar Audio Code & Wildflowers to grow too! WIN It 2/28 US/CA #books #audiobooks Pls RT@familyliteracy "

Check it out:

I was sent a couple of the cards with the free audio code for the MP3 album for 2 winners. You'll receive a card with the code on the back for that you download for a 14 minute story MP3 album and a cute theme song that your kids will love. The card can be planted and wildflowers grow. This is a great gift for your kids Easter Baskets!

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A thought or two.....

by Susan Gervay
ISBN: 978-1610670432
$6.99, age 11+

Note: this is not the review. This book will be featured during the Summer Book Club in June & July.

I'd like to share a comment from another Usborne Books consultant about Butterflies which I have planned for the Summer Book Club on CCB: Butterflies is written by Susan Gervay and is about a girl with severe burns that she received in a fire at the age of 3. 

"(a customer) bought "Butterflies" from me, and shared this story with me today. She bought the book for a niece who has emotional problems resulting from having witnessed a family member's suicide when she was young. Her mom had written a book about butterflies for her to help her through her issues - hence the interest in butterflies. The customer told me today that she really relates to the story, and refers to it during difficult times. As a matter of fact, she said that when the girl needs to be hospitalized for her issues, she brings the book with her. She told my guests today that the book had "changed the girl's life".

This is how powerful the written word can be - it can reach inside and touch places that others who love us can't.

If you'd like to purchase the book before I run my review in the next couple of months (I'm trying to hold off until the Summer Book Club) just click here and you can order it.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Coming Event....


Classic Reading for Kids is an annual event hosted by myself and Ella of where we focus on Classic Reading for Kids and then we'll GIVE THEM AWAY! 

Today and each day this week I will be focusing on my favorite books for the Preschool Age Group and on Saturday - I will be giving them all away to ONE LUCKY winner! Is that winner going to be you? You'll find out on Saturday!

Featured books on Classic Children's Books March 11 - 17th:

  Kiss for Little Bear (I Can Read Book Series)
Mike Mulligan Travel Activity Kit Caps for Sale: A Tale of a Peddler, Some Monkeys and Their Monkey Business

**Note: the Travel Activity Kit I'm hoping will still be available at the end of the week - if not you will receive only the paperback book. Keep your fingers crossed!

To enter the giveaway this week you must return to my blog each day and enter the giveaway - Ella will be featuring 5 books on her blog too (for the middle grade group) and doing a giveaway there too. So, you have 2 chances to WIN BIG this week!

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

February ~ it's too good to pass up!

Leap into a new career!

Give yourself a lotta LOVE when you start your own business with Usborne Books!

 build confidence in yourself,
 extra money for things your family needs
 make friends and
 make a difference in YOUR community!

Start your own business for $29 & the opportunity to Earn an iPad2! For $29 you receive all the supplies you need for your first 6 shows and for $27 you can also work with libraries & K-12 schools. Sign Up Here:

Have questions? 
Contact Tina @ familyliteracy2 (at) gmail  or go to:

The Soldier's Tale ~ Review & Giveaway

This drawing has ended & the winner has been contacted.

I received one or more of the products mentioned above for free using Mom Blog Society. Regardless, I only recommend products or services I use personally and believe will be good for my readers.

Maestro Classics

I remember as a kid going to visit the Lincoln Orchestra in Lincoln, Nebraska where groups of elementary students would take a field trip to the Orchestra to listen to popular children's music based on music written by Bach, Prokofiev’s, Stravinsky, Tchaikovsky and Handel. It was a wonderful way to learn about music and popular music used in the movies and TV shows we all watch every day.

The Soldier's Tale The Soldier's Tale
by Maestro Classics
Featuring Members of the London Philharmonic Orchestra & Stephen Simon, Conductor

I recently received a copy of The Soldier's Tale which tells the story of a soldier stopping to rest by the roadside as he walks home to his village. Joseph has just taken out his violin and begun to play when an old man appears, offering to trade a mysterious book that can reveal the future in exchange for the violin. When the old man, who is really the Devil in disguise, convinces Joseph that the powers of the book can be used to gain great wealth, the soldier agrees, and the inexorable wheels of this Faustian morality play begin to turn. Joseph eventually recognizes that he has lost his family and friends, and that money does not bring happiness. 

The Tortoise and the Hare
Casey at the BatThere are 9 different award winning CD's available. You'll find stories that are ones we've been hearing for decades (Peter and the Wolf, The Story of Swan Lake, The Tortoise and the Hare, & the Sorcerer's Apprentice) and some that were new to me and I'm sure to you (The Soldier's Tale, Juanita the Spanish Lobster). 

Each CD has an introduction to the story and the story itself - and also included are wonderful sessions that include how the composer wrote the music, information about different dances (tango, waltz and ragtime) and the music that "describes" that dance. The Soldier's Tale also talks about how music is written (with (triple/double stops) to sound like more than one of an instrument is being used versus using a whole string section or wind section.

I would suggest this series of CD's for kids of all ages. When your children are toddlers and preschoolers use the story track for naptime and quiet time listening. When your kids get older and are showing an interest in music, the way it's created, playing an instrument (and especially if they are gifted) to learn background, music theory and composition - heck, I found it interesting (and learned something new!) and I grew up playing the piano, cello and bass!

About Maestro Classics:
Maestro Classics™, winner of over 50 prestigious awards for its Stories In Music™ CD series, is dedicated to creating recordings that offer memorable listening experiences for the whole family -- albums where uncompromisingly great performances are woven into enchanting narratives, supplemented by expanded commentary and activities in beautifully illustrated, 24-page program booklets. Maestro Classics proudly announces the release of the company’s ninth CD, a sparkling rendition of Stravinsky’s masterpiece for narrator and chamber ensemble, L’Histoire du Soldat, retold for today’s young audiences as The Soldier’s Tale  (Maestro Classics, $16.98, for ages 8+ and families, run time 55 minutes).

About the Music: 
L’Histoire du Soldat, is one of a handful of the most important and distinctive musical works of the 20th century.  No child should grow up without getting to know this music, and parents who care about their children becoming culturally literate will want to take advantage of this remarkable CD.  As produced by Maestro Classics, The Soldier’s Tale surmounts the stereotype that classical music is boring and 20th century music unapproachable.  This album is most definitely not boring, and it is unquestionably “listener-friendly.” 
9 CD Collection
You can purchase the CD's individually or in sets. Juanita The Spanish Lobster is available in English & Spanish! There are a variety of sets available - Story, Classic and all 9 CD's. They make wonderful gifts for kids, adults, teachers and libraries. 

Be sure to take the time to explore The Website. There are games, puzzles, a kid's club to sign up for and more! There are also activity suggestions for teachers and families to use at home and links to other websites that are fun for kids to visit to learn about music.

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WIN a copy of The Soldier's Tale! I know you'll love it as much as I have....

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