|The Hashem's Amazing World series, by Jennifer Tzivia MacLeod|
I love looking at all the covers lined up like this (and at home, lining up the real thing is even more thrilling)...
|The Hashem's Amazing World series, by Jennifer Tzivia MacLeod|
How are parsha books like popcorn? You can’t have just one!
If you’re anything like our family, you already have a preponderance of parsha books.
But it’s impossible to have “enough,” isn’t it? Especially when it comes to finding great kids’ parsha books that are both appealing to kids and reflect your family’s hashkafa (religious outlook). And especially if the author isn’t afraid to do something a little different. So when the chance to review a new parsha book that combines words and pictures in an innovative new format came along, I got a bit excited.
There’s a good chance that this book may be just right for your family.
Aren’t those great covers? They’re bilingual! And they tell you exactly what you’re going to get inside.
(I don’t love the fact that on Amazon, you can’t use “Look Inside” to peek into the books, but the publisher has previews on their website instead. Smart marketing would suggest that they include a URL to these previews in the book description on Amazon, because I was not the only one deterred by this.)
Here’s what I loved about the book, right off the bat:
Joining the free printable mini-books I have made for Shavuos, Pesach and Chanukah, is this awesome little counting book for Rosh Hashanah. Specially designed to print, cut out and staple at home.
To receive a free PDF of this very simple print-cut-staple easy reader for Pesach, featuring all the usual cute “borrowed” Internet graphics you have come to love from my printables, please sign up for my mailing list (below). I’ll send it to you within 24 hours.
If you’re already on my mailing list, just fire off an email to me at Tzivia@tzivia.com.
Here are the others in this series:
Tzivia / צִיבְיָה
What time is it right now where you are?
As I write this, it's early morning here (Israel) and the middle of the night in North America. Time for all reasonable people to be sleeping.
Are you still awake?
It is also Elul, the time before Rosh Hashanah when we make the changes in our lives so we can start becoming the holy people Hashem wants us to be.
When we lived in North America, it was nice having friends in Israel because I could chat with them late at night. For them it was morning; their kids had already gone to school.
And I was up much too late.
Here, I find the same thing happening in reverse. When it's late at night here, everybody's running around back in North America, getting supper ready, relaxing during the evening.
And I am STILL up much too late.
The hour between 12 and 1 is the worst. Maybe you know the feeling. The thought that you should just shut down and go to bed? The sense of diminishing returns.
Do you have something you’re really bad at?
I do, so I’ll go first.
I’m lousy at self-promotion.
Not just bad. Lousy. Especially in person. I have been at people’s houses, shown them the parsha book that I wrote, and then, when they ask me where they can buy one, I say something like, “oh, it’s probably not right for you.” Or, “you don’t want to buy it.”
Literally, I have said that. More than once. I’m like the ANTI self-promotion force. I am my own worst critic.
But it’s that time on the Jewish calendar (note to self: buy new calendars!) when we head out – or head online – to buy kids’ books for the upcoming fall yamim tovim. Whether they’re for our own children, other people’s children, or just to hand out randomly to children we meet on the subway (hey, a struggling author can hope, right?). We’re all in the mood for books that make Judaism fun, colourful and appealing.
So I’m going to take a break to blow my own horn, briefly, and let you know that with the fall chagim coming up, you still have time to explore some books I wrote that you and your kids might enjoy. If you aren’t interested, don’t buy them... drat – there I go, undermining myself again.
Let’s start over:
These are ALL great books. I’m proud of them. And they’re all reasonably priced and available on Amazon.com. Bonus: buy any book with a Kindle edition, and I’ve set things up so it will give you the Kindle version FREE.
(If you’re in Israel, contact me; I have copies here that I can send you directly.)
Here are all my yom tov books (so far; there are more coming!)… and why you and your kids will love them:
|Penguin Rosh Hashanah||Because penguins… and Rosh Hashanah. How cool are they together? (Answer: very.)|
|We Didn’t Have an Etrog!||Everything’s ready for Sukkos / Sukkot… except the etrog (esrog)! Two eager kids learn a lesson in patience as they prepare for yom tov.|
|One Chanukah Night||For slightly older kids, Sammy comes face-to-face with history and discovers his own connection with the stories of the Tanach.|
|The Marror Man||Run, run, as fast as you can… think you know the ending? Maybe not, in this fun Pesach twist on a classic tale.|
|Seven Special Gifts||Perfect for Sukkos / Sukkot, Shavuos / Shavuot, or just generally reading about the Land of Israel.|
|Shabbat Monsters||Not exactly a yom tov book, but Shabbat comes around every week, and with these cute monsters, every kid will look forward to it.|
This isn’t all I’ve written, just everything that has a bit of a festival “flavour.” Click here to see all my books.
Can I ask you a favour?
While I’m tooting my own horn… it’s kind of tiring being the only one.
If you’ve bought or read one of my books in the past, please click back through and leave a review. As an independent writer, I live and die by reviews. They’re the best way to tell other readers that a book by a new and undiscovered writer deserves their attention.
Again, click here to find all my books and (hopefully) leave a fair review.
And now, back to my regularly-scheduled self-effacement…
Thanks for your support. I totally appreciate it!!!
Spoiler alert! If you are on our “nearest and dearest” list, please don’t scroll down to peek at the craft project revealed below. It is currently winging its way to you in the mail. Be patient.
(Um, if you feel you are near and dear and considerable time has passed and you have NOT received your very own Craft in the mail – well, oops. We still love you, but are far from having our act together over here on this new side of the Atlantic. Better luck to all of us next year.)
So my nanny used to get these cards. Maybe you’ve seen them. They were all-occasion cards with paintings on the front. Mediocre paintings of puppies and kittens and clowns and water and boats. And the only thing that was special about the cards was that on the back, they said they were mouth-painted by people who had no limbs.
Mouth-painted. That phrase stuck with me, maybe because everybody always told me not to put paintbrushes in my mouth. Or maybe the image of a limbless guy painting a landscape.
And the thing is, they didn’t have to be GOOD paintings. Once you knew they were mouth-painted, that was enough.
So that’s how I think about our craft project. A year ago, we had our legs pulled out from beneath us by our move to Israel. Sure, we did it deliberately, we planned it in advance, and we’re happy we came. But a year ago, I was overwhelmed by the thought of finding vegetables, making lasagna, assembling a meal. Let alone renting an apartment, finding a job, ordering gas balloons, and all the other things that we’ve managed to accomplish in the year we’ve lived here.
We have had such a beautiful summer, homeschooling together. And I wanted to wrap it up with a nice something that we could send to everybody we love before Rosh Hashanah.
Luckily, I planned ahead of time. Between Pesach and June, when things were flowering, I took the liberty of stripping lots of flowers and bringing them home to press. The kids thought I was nuts, but okay.
(They realized it was cool when they saw me opening up a couple of huge dictionaries and plopping the flowers inside.)
Some flowers faded more than others, but whatever… this is all about lessons learned, and not about the end result.
Remember, it’s like mouth-painting.
We’re not just doing crafts – we’re doing crafts in Israel. Everything is hard: I don’t have my regular glue, scissors, paper, whatever. No WalMart; how are you supposed to craft without WalMart?
But I knew exactly what I wanted to do with the flowers all along.
A few years ago, Naomi Rivka designed a bookmark that I knew was never going to win the public library bookmark contest. But I thought it was beautiful, so I printed off colour copies, mounted them on cardboard and “laminated” them and gave them out to a few lucky relatives.
That’s what I wanted to do with the flowers. Only without cardboard, without my regular glue, with weird Israeli laminating plastic… well. It’s about the process, not the product… right?
Thing #2 is Tzfat. A city we love, but will probably never live in. You can read more about that over here.
But it’s Thing #1 that hurts.
Thing #1 is homeschooling.
It’s hard not to cry as I write this (partly because Windows Live Writer ate my last version of this after I’d spent 10 minutes typing – waah).
I have had the BEST summer, learning at home with the kids. Learning, growing, exploring, doing cool stuff together. And yeah, proving to myself that even here in Israel, I’m still me. They’re still them, albeit now with a touch of Israeli schoolkid chutzpah.
Given the choice, the kids would continue homeschooling, all year long. Staying in PJs, going on tiyulim, choosing what to learn, how fast, at exactly the right level.
Given the choice, we grown-ups would continue homeschooling, all year long. Avoiding making lunches, and yeah, staying in PJs. Missing the chance to throw ourselves on the one-size-fits-all, inexorable conveyor belt that is any education system, even in Israel.
Have I mentioned that I hate making lunches?
Ask any of my kids; it’s true. Always have. It doesn’t help that I hate almost all sandwiches and this is a nation that reveres them to the point of mandating a nationwide sandwich break at 10am every day.
But, of course, sandwiches are not a good reason to keep your children home.
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So did I mention we’re homeschooling again?
At least for the summer. Does that make me the kind of wannabe / poseur I hate? Or an earnest parent trying hard to make something work during weird, transitional times…
I’m not sure what the answer is, but I thought I’d share a quick update on how things are going this summer with our “homeschooling / summerschooling” plans.
(It was originally going to be quick – sorry!!)
In some areas, we’re picking up exactly where we left off. But mostly, things slipped a lot during the year. The only area in which both kids are further ahead (besides Hebrew!) is math.
I had a few clear criteria before we started:
Know what I didn’t expect?
When I stood up a month and a bit ago to give my eulogy for my brother, and shared it with you online, I didn’t know so many other people, so many other families, were suffering, too.
Look, I’m a writer: a shy, prickly, private person, who relates better to a keyboard than to other human beings and their eyeballs.
But after that eulogy, it was non-stop eyeballs.
Do you know how many people came up to me afterwards to tell me that they, too, had a mentally ill family member? I don’t either. Some were people I’d known for years. Normal people; productive, happy, busy, hardworking, everyday kinds of people.
The thing I didn't expect (but should have) is that almost everybody has a story like this somewhere in their immediate family. Family members who were broken in the same way or a similar way to my brother Eli.
These are stories that must be told.
Stories that are hidden.
My mother took my dvar Torah for his shloshim and read it out at a ladies' meeting she's been going to for years (like, 30 years or more).