This note is a response to a student who turned-in her second draft yesterday. She did a phenomenal job mentoring herself after Cynthia Rylant’s Book When I Was Young in the Mountains, changing it to “When I was four on Lonsdale Avenue.” She wrote an exquisite memoir about what she used to do with her best friend when she was four years old. (And when I saw exquisite, I mean exquisite! It could be a picture book!)
That being said, I don’t want to tell her, “You need to publish this for Friday’s Pub Party as a picture book,” since that might not be her vision. So instead, I merely suggested that she think about the structure of her memoir.
I wonder what she’ll decide to do…
Literacy Consultant. Author. Former 4th and 5th Grade Classroom Teacher.