I started reading this book ages ago but had to return it to the library or risk having my card revoked. In order to finish it I had to borrow it again a few weeks later when I got a chance and so I feel as though I've lost some of my reviewing power in the process. What I know is that I liked it.
This is a book by a writer and a mother, rather than a teacher with a classroom. It's about the desire to preserve the natural imagination her son has even in the face of 6th grade adversity, during a school year where he was fragile and not as appreciated in the classroom as he was at home. Of course the story of her son and his imagination spans many more years... beginning with the first sparks of his interest in independent reading and ending well beyond the 6th grade year.
And I love the stories of the summer workshops. The glimpses into their activities. The descriptions of the books they read and the discussions they have. Kephart arranges a book club/writing group for her son and some of his peers in the summers and it sounds like a dream. It reminded me a little of Marci's children and their attempts at adapting a Magic Tree House story into a play last summer with their pal Juliet.
When the story ends Jeremy is 14 and is experimenting with film and animation. Throughout the book, I am struck by how willing he is to try things. How focused he is on various writing, drawing, screenwriting, spy story ventures. Most kids would be interested for about 30 seconds and as soon as the parent invests in the various tools to bring the young man's ideas to light, he would decide that he's more interested in baseball or dinosaurs. But not this kiddo. He's solitary (is it because he's an "only") and driven. Focused more than most adults and dedicated to the various crafts he undertakes.
Kephart makes me want to be a parent, when so often stories of parenting push me in the other direction. She makes me believe that one can make life and learning and story and creativity really sing in the midst of the busyness of day to day life.
I might need to invest a copy for myself and reread this one again soon.