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Showing posts with label tradition. Show all posts
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Monday, April 14, 2025

WHAT'S THE BUZZ?: The Jade Bracelet by Hà Dinh, Illustrated by Yong Ling Kang - REVIEW!


Today's WHAT'S THE BUZZ title is set to celebrate its BOOK BIRTHDAY tomorrow with Random House Studio, but we're taking you between the pages today for a sneaky peek!  It's a NEW Storybook that's filled with beauty, acceptance, tradition, and a healthy dose of edutainment for all.  Let's get ready to meet this darling mother and daughter duo as we take a closer look at today's featured title...


by
Hà Dinh
Illustrated by
Yong Ling Kang
9780593711781
Random House Studio
Release Date: 04/15/25


About the book...
Although Tien loves the Vietnamese traditions her family celebrates, more than anything she wants to fit in at school and be just like her classmates. So, when all the girls start wearing brand-new sparkly bracelets, Tien tries to hide the simple jade bangle her mother gave her in memory of her grandmother. Now her bracelet looks like an old green thing and an embarrassed Tien runs home crying, flinging it on the floor. Her sympathetic mama understands and takes Tien to the shop to buy the popular bracelet. But at the last minute, Tien remembers her grandmother’s love and decides to wear her jade bracelet proudly.




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This is a beautifully touching story about family traditions.
Most families have something similar, even if they don't have it with them physically each day.  It's an item that carries significant value beyond the monetary.  These items can be big, small, or anywhere in-between, but what makes them all enormous is the connection they carry to our past, to the loved ones that came before us, and the memories they can bring to mind.  Grant it, it doesn't truly take an item to do those things, but I get how the physical representation can make it that much more powerful, that much easier for wee ones to understand.  Though our little leading lady wants to fit in more with her friends and their sparkly bits and bobbles, she comes to realize just how much more meaningful this simple and beautiful bracelet truly is.  The ties to her family bring her strength, and help unlock her heart to the beauty of the tradition of which she is a part. 

A great representation of edutainment brought to life with a kindness and gentleness that helps little ones understand the significance of something of which they are a part.  This is a story that not only gives us a glimpse into Vietnamese heritage and the author's life, but brings us closer to those in our own families, and perhaps either a better understanding of where some traditions originated, or the spark to start our own.



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About the author...

Hà Dinh wanted to be an author from the moment she first held a book in her hands. In addition to her writing, she is the founder of the Happy Days in First Grade Teaching Blog and an educator. Hà hopes to inspire children to share their own stories and make a positive impact in the world. She lives with her husband and two children in Texas


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About the illustrator...

Yong Ling Kang was born in Malaysia and grew up in Singapore. Her formal education is in animation where she developed her love of storytelling. When she was a child, she remembers being given a special piece of jewelry as part of a family tradition. The illustrator of numerous picture books, Yong Ling Kang now lives in Toronto.



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Special thanks to Cynthia at Penguin Random House for the ecopy access for review. (THANKS!) For more information on this title, the author, the illustrator, or the publisher, feel free to click through the links provided above. This title publishes tomorrow via Random House Studio, so be sure to mark your calendar and snag your copy!


Until next time, remember...if it looks good, READ IT!


Monday, March 17, 2025

Crack Goes the Cascarón: An Eggcellent Not-Just-for-Easter Shellebration! by Sara Andrea Fajardo, Illustrated by Rocío Arreola Mendoza - REVIEW!

Tis the season for spring filled holidays, and today we're stepping into the traditions of the Latine community as we explore an EGG-cellent celebration that's definitely all it's CRACKED up to be!  Let's step between the pages of a new Storybook title that shares the story of Tori and his familia as they make preparations to see just who should claim the crown as cascarone king/queen!



An Eggcellent Not-Just-for-Easter Shellebration!
by
Sara Andrea Fajardo
Illustrated by
Rocío Arreola Mendoza
9780593805671
Knopf Books for Young Readers


This fun filled and colorful tale shares with us a tradition that I hadn't heard of before, but found rather EGG-citing!  Colored eggs (or this year potatoes considering the prices 🤣) were always something that brought to mind Easter.  We would hard boil them, let them cool and dry, then die them, or draw on them, or use those little shrinky sleeves to make them MORE than what they were.  We'd use the plastic ones to fill with little treasures or candies and place them in baskets for giving, or outside for egg hunts.  THIS tradition, uses the eggs themselves, emptied, dried, and FILLED with all kinds of things...but most commonly, confetti...and Toni has his eye set on being crowned king of the celebration!  He has it all planned out, and ready to go...but his family isn't EGG-actly taking it lying down.  They may have some plans of their own that are going to shove an EGG shaped obstacle in his path to being ruler!  

I love how the family gets in on the fun, and I ADORE who actually becomes the champion...or rather protects their title.  😃  It sounds like a great way to be playful with family and friends, challenge each other to friendly competition, and carry on a celebration that started somewhere back in the 1800's.  The story along with the EGG-cellent illustrations really bring this party from page to life...as does the HOW-TO on how to make your own!  So, this year when Easter rolls around, maybe you'll start a new tradition in your family...or perhaps surprise them with all you've learned about this one!  😉





And now, for a peek behind the INSPIRATION FOR THE STORY from the author herself....

I wanted to write a book that was a celebration of my latinidad without it being centered on identity. Something that felt like both a celebration and invitation to join in on the fun. 

 

I was inspired by my prankster family. As a kid my brothers loved playing jokes on my sister and me, swapping out our cereal for Legos or tying all the spoons together so that when we pulled one out, we'd get 20 clattering ones instead. 

 

And then, there was my grandmother who on Día de los inocentes (Peruvian April Fools Day) would spare no one. Everyone was a target for one of her pranks. She was tiny, barely grazing five feet, and looked so unassuming, she was the last person anyone would ever suspect. That's where the Abuela character came from. In fact the characters are also named after my family members, Toti is my uncle who is the non-stop entertainer, and Carlita, is my cousin who is whip smart, nothing gets past her.

 

In a nutshell, this book is my homage to fun loving Latine families and one of my all-time favorite traditions, cascarones. It's impossible not to have fun when you have a cascarón in your hand.








About the author...

Sara Andrea Fajardo has been on a life-long path of telling stories: first as a photojournalist, then as a multimedia storyteller for humanitarian aid organizations, and now as a children’s writer. She has lived in Peru, Finland, Japan, Kenya and currently resides in the San Francisco Bay Area, with her husband and two children.


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About the illustrator...

Rocío Arreola Mendoza is a freelance illustrator and co-founder of Cúrcumas Creative Studio. She has worked with Matamoros City’s Government in Mexico, making commercial illustrations for social media and printed campaigns. She lives in Mexico with her husband, child, and cats.







Special thanks to the Alessandra at Random House Children's Books for the copy for review. (THANKS!) For more information on this title, the author, or the illustrator, feel free to click through the links provided above. This title is available now wherever books are sold.


Until next time, remember...if it looks good, READ IT!


Monday, December 4, 2017

TLC BOOK TOURS presents...Winter Holiday Traditions (+ reads!) with Harlequin!

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Welcome back to Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers.


Today, we're joining TLC Book Tours and Harlequin to kick off a very special and timely treat!  It's time for the Winter Holiday Traditions (+ reads!) tour and stars several of their fabulous authors sharing their holiday memories and traditions from the heart, spotlights of their latest releases fresh off the presses and ready for YOUR reading pleasure, AND a chance to WIN A $50 AMAZON GIFT CARD.  Sound good?  I thought it might.  So, if you're ready, don your gay apparel, grab a cup of something piping hot, and settle down as we welcome today's featured author, Linda Lael Miller!


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My Christmas Traditions
GUEST POST with  Author Linda Lael Miller


One of my earliest memories is of a Christmas in the early 1950's; I lived with my mom and dad on a hardscrabble ranch outside of Northport, Washington, though of course I don't remember it that way.  Still an only child, I was warm, well-fed and much loved.  I was around three years old, perhaps even a little younger, and we lived in a one room "cabin"--that's being generous, since I've been told the place was initially either a line shack or a chicken coop.  I know my dad, a veteran of World War 2, insulated the walls with huge cardboard boxes given to him by the good folks at the funeral home in nearby Collville.  As he told the story, he nailed these big pieces of heavy cardboard in place as winter approached, being extra careful to keep the printed part to the wall.

That night, lying in bed, he looked up and saw the words "Sunshine Coffin Company" directly overhead.

We had a wood stove, and I remember my mother telling me all about Santa Claus, explaining that he would come down the chimney around midnight, since it was Christmas Eve.  I recall eyeing that narrow stove pipe and feeling just the slightest bit skeptical; I figured this Santa dude must be a little slow, if he'd try to squeeze his bulking self down that narrow black pipe, and risk burning his feet on the embers in the bargain.  Why didn't he just come in through the door, like everybody else?

Mom and I hung up one of Dad's old work socks--the gray woolen kind with the red stripes around the top.  This strange visitor would fill it with goodies, Mom said, and put a few toys under our no-doubt spindly Christmas tree--I don't remember the tree, and since we didn't have electricity at that point, it's a given that there were no bright lights.

I didn't care, one way or the other.  This whole Christmas thing was brand new to me, but if it was half as good as Mom claimed, I was up for it. The thing was, I had to be asleep when Santa arrived, or he might not stop.  I tried to imagine a sleigh and flying reindeer, but it was beyond the scope of my experience, for sure.

Image result for christmas stockingThere must have been presents and a bulge in that old wool stocking the next morning; I don't remember.  The bottom had fallen out of the beef market, so there wasn't much money, but I'm sure there must have been a nice round orange in the toe of the sock, along with a peppermint stick, a handful of mixed nuts, and small toys carefully chosen at Fonk's Five and Dime in Collville.  How do I know this?  Because every Christmas Eve, until I was too old to hang a stocking, there was always a candy cane, an orange, and some almonds, hazelnuts, Brazil nuts, etc, along with magical things gathered throughout the previous year and tucked away for the purpose.  There still wasn't a lot of money, and I believe most of these gifts were pretty modest, but they never, ever disappointed--Mom had a real knack for finding things to delight a child's heart.  I still recall the little silver cross I found in my stocking one year--how it glowed in the dim light reflecting off the snow outside my bedroom window.  She probably paid under a dollar for that necklace, and here I am, more than fifty years later, with a clear image of it shining in my mind.  Of all the many gifts I've received over the years, I remember that cross vividly.

By then, obviously, we'd moved into town, and I had a brother and a baby sister.  I guess we must have been pretty poor, all things considered, but I don't remember feeling poor, even once.  We always had a turkey dinner, and a lovely, fragrant tree, cut down in the woods and brought to stand outside the front door until the branches were dry enough.  How anxious my brother and I were for that tree to dry, so we could drape it with bubble lights, bright baubles and lots and lots of tinsel.  There were always presents on Christmas morning, and to us, it looked like real bounty.  The rule was, no presents until after breakfast--always a hearty one of either bacon or sausage, eggs, fried potatoes and all the rest.  We had to be content with the contents of our stockings until after the meal, and we were half out of our skins with excitement by the time Mom and Dad finally turned us loose.  I don't think my brother and I believed in Santa by then, but we pretended, for the sake of our little sister, and let's face it, believing kept the magic alive.  Since the jolly old man always left at least one unwrapped gift for each of us, we didn't bounce off the walls waiting to rip into that year's loot.

There were always pageants at church and school, leading up to the big day, and the Friday after Thanksgiving, the members of the Lion's Club erected a beautiful tree in the center of town.  People visited each other's houses back then, to admire the Christmas decorations and swap small gifts, usually things like embroidered dishtowels or Mason jars filled with last summer's vegetables and berries.  We gave and received canned pears, glowing like jewels in a syrup dyed with either red or green food coloring, and flavored with cinnamon or mint.

Image result for it's a wonderful lifeNow, all these years later, I still love Christmas--the festive snap in the air, the special movies, such as "It's a Wonderful Life," "The Bishop's Wife', and "A Charlie Brown Christmas."  Since this was long before the days of streaming video, a person had to comb through the newspaper listings or "TV Guide" if they didn't want to miss them.  Often, there were special episodes on our favorite TV series', too, and believe me, they were an event all by themselves.

Just about everyone had a Nativity scene, and it was a big deal to set out the Holy Family, the Wise Men and the shepherds and, especially, the little sheep, the donkey and the cow.  Mom wasn't shy about reminding us of the real meaning of Christmas, stockings and pumpkin pie and roast turkey aside--and she staunchly maintained that at midnight on Christmas Eve, animals in barns all over the world would talk to each other, in human voices.

Possibly the best thing about those old-fashioned Christmases was the sense of magic and mystery.  Back then, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas were distinct from each other, and each was celebrated as a special occasion in its own right.  Each had its own traditions.  

These days, they sort of all run together--the stores put out ornaments, greeting cards and all kinds of other merchandise in June or July, for heaven's sake.  Where's the magic in that?  Where's the mystery?

It's still there, I'm glad to say, hiding in the hearts of kindly souls everywhere--it's in the warm smiles, the hugs, the generosity.  We just have to look a little harder to find it, that's all.

In closing, I wish you and yours the happiest of holiday seasons, whatever your faith, and whatever you celebrate.  May 2018 be a year of health and joy and abundant blessings of all sorts, for you and all those you love.




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by
Linda Lael Miller
HQN Books


About the book...
It’s a Christmas affair to remember as a Hollywood mogul discovers his inner cowboy—and the woman of his dreams—amid the rugged beauty of Wyoming.

Raine McCall would take snow-covered mountains over a star-studded premiere any day. But when hotshot movie executive Mick Branson arranges dinner on Christmas Eve to discuss a work opportunity, she’s intrigued—by the offer and the man. She’s a no-makeup, no-frills single mom, who’s happy with her quiet life. Sharing chili cheeseburgers and sizzling kisses with Mick is sure heating up her holiday, but country girl and power player don’t mix…

It’s not just work that’s brought Mick back to Mustang Creek. Since he first visited to oversee a documentary, free-spirited graphic designer Raine has been in his head. Her approach to life is as unconventional as her quirky holiday ornaments. Their attraction is undeniable—and so are their differences. Putting down roots in the Wild West wasn’t in the script. But there are some Christmas gifts you can’t walk away from, even when they turn your whole world upside down…



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Special thanks to TLC Book Tours, Harlequin Books, and author Linda Lael Miller for the chance to bring this tour to you.  (THANKS!)  For more information on this title, the author, the publisher, THIS TOUR, or those on the horizon, feel free to click through the links provided above.  This title was released September 2017 via HQN Books, so grab a copy this holiday season at your local bookstore or online retailer for a merry and bright holiday.

Until next time, remember...if it looks good, READ IT!






Friday, July 31, 2015

BLOG TOUR: The Color of Our Sky by Amita Trasi

Hi guys!
Welcome back to the Friday edition of Satisfaction for Insatiable Readers.


I'm typing this up while "camped" out at our local bookstore after a rainy day off from work and a round of shopping.  Picked up some great reads at the second hand bookstore, became the proud owner of an AWESOME HARRY POTTER GRYFFINDOR CARDIGAN via Hot Topic at our local mall, and even found a cute outfit at Kohl's.  I'd call that a win...nothing like a little retail therapy to help sooth the savage beast that work created the past two days (or rather brow-beaten, sloped back worker...*sigh*).  

So, I'm sitting here in the cafe surrounded by books (freezing my tail off since they can't figure out that no one needs it to be 65 degrees inside even if it IS 100 outside), listening to the Genius Playlist on Spotify, and preparing to share my deep affection for today's featured title.  That's right.  I'm not even going to make you guess.  I thoroughly enjoyed this book and to prove it to you, let's send July out on a high note.  Join me as we welcome today's Pump Up Your Book Blog Tour star and featured book of choice...


by
Amita Trasi
9780692429402
Bloomhill Books

About the book...
A sweeping, emotional journey of two childhood friends—one struggling to survive the human slave trade and the other on a mission to save her—two girls whose lives converge only to change one fateful night in 1993.

India, 1986: Mukta, a ten-year-old girl from the lower caste Yellamma cult of temple prostitutes has come of age to fulfill her destiny of becoming a temple prostitute. In an attempt to escape this legacy that binds her, Mukta is transported to a foster family in Bombay. There she discovers a friend in the high spirited eight-year-old Tara, the tomboyish daughter of the family, who helps her recover from the wounds of her past. Tara introduces Mukta to a different world—ice cream and sweets, poems and stories, and a friendship the likes of which she has never experienced before. In 1993, Mukta is kidnapped from Tara’s room. 

Eleven years later, Tara who blames herself for what happened, embarks on an emotional journey to search for the kidnapped Mukta only to uncover long buried secrets in her own family.

Moving from a remote village in India to the bustling metropolis of Bombay, to Los Angeles and back again, amidst the brutal world of human trafficking, this is a heartbreaking and beautiful portrait of an unlikely friendship—a story of love, betrayal, and redemption—which ultimately withstands the true test of time.





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This was the author's first novel?
Really?
Well, blow me down!

Though the page count isn't extraordinarily high (and smaller from ARC to finished product...curious what changed and yet I wouldn't want to lose a word of what transpired), this isn't the sort of book you can fly through. It requires, nay demands to be absorbed word for word, page by page.  You must take it in slowly, digest the information presented, seek the silver lining for some less than sunny circumstances, and feel your way through the emotional avalanche that falls at your feet.  You'll laugh, you'll cry.  You'll cringe at the treatment of others from outright ignorance, or in the name of "tradition".  Speaking of which, such atrocities committed all under the veil of that word!  Most of them couldn't even separate their "heritage" from what's right for the sake of their own families. (I'd like to tradition Mukta's grandmother right into the next century!) Mukta's Amma though, was a kind yet strong soul.  Determined to find a better way for her daughter to escape their world, yet despite that strength and determination, the world would not hear her cry...at least, not immediately or in the way you might expect.  

The story itself is told in both past and present times until the lives of our leading ladies overlap.  Does it all lead up to a happy ending?  That depends on how you look at things, but along the way we stumble, fall, and become acquainted with both characters to remember and those we'd like to forget.  In the former category, Aai, Tara's father, Sanjiv, and Amma; in the latter, Madam, Sakubai, and Salim...to name a few.  Sad to say the latter would have a larger calling card, but no one said this story was a bed of roses....but it does have a lining that would rival the brightest night sky and is told in such a way that it latches on to your heart.




It is asked in the reader's guide section if you had to choose, whom would be your favorite character...Tara or Mukta.  My knee jerk reaction was and still is to shout Mukta from the highest mountains.  The hope she carried within for herself and others that came along, despite all that she went through was beyond humbling.  I mean, most of us couldn't even begin to imagine having that kind of strength in the face of adversity and yet here she is.  Growing up without a father, surviving the passing of her Amma in the worst of circumstances, finding a place to call home only to have it ripped violently away again....I just, I mean it's beyond me how she held her memories so fondly, grasping them firmly in her hands to pull her through another day.  But, they do say hind sight is 20/20 for a reason...

I've had some time to ruminate on the story between the final page and today and also discovered that Tara was in fact in my favor as well.  For so many years, she lived a lie either created by her or for her.  She carried the guilt of her actions with her every step of each day and though she had found a way to age with it, the sudden death of her Father and the revelations that came with it, tore that wound open anew.  The fact that she created this situation in some way was beside the point.  The vigor in which she sought to rectify things with just the slightest breath of hope still alive...that's what spoke volumes. The fact that when things came down to it, she let her heart guide her, not scientific findings or the like (you'll understand that part when you read it).  That's what truly won me over with Tara.




So dear readers, you ask me if I recommend this book to you.  The short answer is a resounding YES. The long answer...is all the words I've put before your eyes prior to this sentence.  It's all the cliched words of heartwarming, moving, and the like, but it's also so very much more.  Long after you turn the final page, you'll remember the friendship and sisterhood that these two souls shared.  Though their lives walked different paths, the inevitability of them finding each other again was there in the shadows the whole time.  You just had to look to the stars for guidance.

Recommended for adult readers due to some content.  I for one will be waiting to see what we can expect next from this new talent, with a spot reserved on my wish list especially for it.



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About the author...


Amita Trasi was born and raised in Mumbai, India. She has an MBA in Human Resource Management and has worked with various International corporations for seven years. She currently lives in Houston with her husband and two cats. The Color of Our Sky is her first novel.  


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Special thanks to Dorothy at Pump Up Your Book for the ARC for review and the chance to bring this tour to you.  (THANKS!)  For more information on this title, the author, the publisher, the tour, or those on the horizon, feel free to click through the links provided above.  This title is available now via Bloomhill Books, so be on the lookout for it on a bookstore shelf or virtual retailer of your choosing.

Until next time...happy reading!



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