Old Fashioned Book Fair, With A Twist
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Tucked in a lush valley between two snow-capped mountains was the village of The Tales. Those who lived in the village were known as Weavers. Each person in The Tales could tell stories about anything at anytime, and they often did. Prose, poetry, limericks or yarns; they told stories of all types and styles.
On a balmy spring morning, Mary Wordsmith and her mother, Abigail, made their weekly visit to the produce market.
Thumping an acorn squash, Abigail said, “At last, here’s one that isn’t going soft.” She handed the squash to Mary who absently dropped it in the basket on her arm.
“Mother, must I recite today?” Mary grimaced at the thought.
Abigail placed a bunch of fresh spring carrots in Mary’s basket and offered a reassuring smile before turning back to the vegetable displays.
“A child once stood at the side of Main Street watching carts and horses pass her by. On the far side of the street the front window of the candy shop gleamed and beckoned, and her pocket strained with the weight of coins.”
Mary blinked back tears and shifted behind Abigail, who scooped snap peas into a brown bag as she wove her story. A knot of shoppers stopped to listen.
“Yet, the child never ventured across the street for fear of the traffic. Her pocket eventually tore, its contents trampled, kicked and snatched away. And her tongue never knew the sweet salty taste of fresh pulled taffy.” Abigail placed the bag of pea pods in the basket and lovingly lifted Mary’s chin. “You can do it, dear.”
Mary felt sure her mother was oblivious to the appreciative murmurs of the dispersing crowd.
(end of excerpt)
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Shopping for a child? Let me introduce my middle grade novel, The Weaver.
About The Weaver: In a town of word weavers, Mary suffers through her third year of Novice Word Weaving. Mary thinks her troubles are over when she meets a gnome-elf who grants her a wish. But instead of weaving a better story, she's weaving strange yarn charms to accompany her still pathetic tales.
The Weaver has a little magic and a lot of storytelling. It is written for children 9 – 12 years old.
What are people saying about The Weaver?
“Do not pass on this one. This story is so unique it begs to be read! Kai Strand masterfully weaves a tale that engages and piques curiosity right down to the last line.” – book review by Biblio Reads
"I really enjoyed The Weaver and the lesson that it teaches. The simple nature of its chapters and easy flow of its story would be one any young person would enjoy..." book review by One Day At A Time
(more reviews, http://www.kaistrand.com/)
But don’t take their word for it. Here’s an excerpt from The Weaver:
The Weaver
Chapter 1
A Mother’s Shadow
Given ample sun and water, a flower grows strong and blooms full
But grown in shade it is spindly, weak, and off color
A Mother’s Shadow
Given ample sun and water, a flower grows strong and blooms full
But grown in shade it is spindly, weak, and off color
Tucked in a lush valley between two snow-capped mountains was the village of The Tales. Those who lived in the village were known as Weavers. Each person in The Tales could tell stories about anything at anytime, and they often did. Prose, poetry, limericks or yarns; they told stories of all types and styles.
On a balmy spring morning, Mary Wordsmith and her mother, Abigail, made their weekly visit to the produce market.
Thumping an acorn squash, Abigail said, “At last, here’s one that isn’t going soft.” She handed the squash to Mary who absently dropped it in the basket on her arm.
“Mother, must I recite today?” Mary grimaced at the thought.
Abigail placed a bunch of fresh spring carrots in Mary’s basket and offered a reassuring smile before turning back to the vegetable displays.
“A child once stood at the side of Main Street watching carts and horses pass her by. On the far side of the street the front window of the candy shop gleamed and beckoned, and her pocket strained with the weight of coins.”
Mary blinked back tears and shifted behind Abigail, who scooped snap peas into a brown bag as she wove her story. A knot of shoppers stopped to listen.
“Yet, the child never ventured across the street for fear of the traffic. Her pocket eventually tore, its contents trampled, kicked and snatched away. And her tongue never knew the sweet salty taste of fresh pulled taffy.” Abigail placed the bag of pea pods in the basket and lovingly lifted Mary’s chin. “You can do it, dear.”
Mary felt sure her mother was oblivious to the appreciative murmurs of the dispersing crowd.
(end of excerpt)
Still not convinced? I’ll share several reasons for buying The Weaver or reasons for buying several copies of The Weaver.
Do you have a 9 – 12 year old in your life? Build a themed gift basket around The Weaver. Basket, book, journal/diary, yarn, weaving kit and framed picture.
Any teachers in your life? Buy a copy to donate to their classroom library. Author, Beverly McClure says: THE WEAVER would make a perfect addition to grades 3 - 5 classrooms. After reading the book, the students could then weave their own tales and illustrate them as well. What a fun way to develop students’ creative writing skills. I wish I’d had this book when I was teaching 3rd and 5th grades.
A Christmas stocking stuffer
Or filler for an Easter basket.
The Weaver is available in print, both hardcover and paperback and as an ebook. If you are purchasing more books today from our internet book fair, feel free to order through my Amazon link in the right side bar. --> Or you can order from:
Forward proof of purchase to me at kaistrand at yahoo dot com and I’ll send you a personalized book plate and bookmark for each copy you order. Don’t send more info than I need. Simply prove that you made the purchase and then let me know who you want each book signed to and where you want me to mail your book swag to.
For more info about my writing, visit my website http://www.kaistrand.com/.
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