In this ferocious and tender debut, Chen Chen investigates inherited forms of love and family-the strained relationship between a mother and son, the cost of necessary goodbyes-all from Asian American, immigrant, and queer perspectives. When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities by Chen Chen Blending stark realism with the fantastical, Ewing takes us from the streets of Chicago to an alien arrival in an unspecified future, deftly navigating boundaries of space, time, and reality with delight and flexibility. If we missed one of your favorites, be sure to let us know on Twitter! All recommendations were pulled from January’s #NCTEchat archive, which you can find here.īook descriptions are taken from the Goodreads website.Įlectric Arches is an imaginative exploration of Black girlhood and womanhood through poetry, visual art, and narrative prose. This week we’re sharing recommended poetry and verse books, as well as poems, just in time for #NationalPoetryMonth.īe sure to check out the other blog posts in this series so far, professional development, children’s books, and YA and adult fiction recommendations.
Get ready to add to your To Be Read pile, because over the next few weeks we’ll be sharing all of the recommendations we received. As you might expect, we received HUNDREDS of wonderful recommendations! During the chat, we asked educators to share one text (poem, book, novel) that they would recommend every teacher (or student) read in 2018. Bring the band out on the stoop.For English teachers, picking a favorite book is almost impossible! But we asked them to do exactly that during our January #NCTEchat, New Year/New Ideas. Why don’t we have a name for it? Bring the bass back. Every day I wake up with my good fortune and news of my demise. Say it with me nice and slow no pills no cliff no brains onthe floor Bring the bass back. And if you don’t know then you’re lucky but also you poor thing. Why don’t we talk about it? How good it feels. sneakers! I did not want to die that day. Like a scarab! Oh, who am I kidding, it was nothing like a scarab! It was like bright. And there, out of the back room, like the bakery’s first biscuits: bright-blue kicks. It’s like the time I said yes to gray sneakers but then the salesman said Wait. I am not going to ruin my love’s life today. Enough for an iced green tea every weekday and Saturday and Sunday! It’s like being in the armpit of a Hammond B3 organ. The days you wake up and do not want to slit your throat. Or at least an optimistic under-secretary. All the people in the streets waiting for their high fives and leaping, I mean leaping, when they see me. The days I don’t want to kill myself are extraordinary.
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