Invisible Inkling

Invisible Inkling by Emily Jenkins (will be released April 26th)

Hank Wolowitz is a complex kid who likes to build the Great Wall of China out of match sticks with her downstairs neighbor/friend Chin, who likes to invent new ice cream flavors like his latest cheddar cheese bunny, and he also likes to save ivisible creatures from the clutches of Rootbeer, the dog that lives in Wolowitz’s building.

Okay, so Wolowitz has an overactive imagination, but this isn’t his imagination. He’s actually just rescued an invisible creature, a Bandapat named Inkling who has come to Brooklyn on a very specific mission: to find squash. But Wolowitz doesn’t have squash, and finding it is the least of his problems. What he has is a bully, a mean looking one that is out to take his sprinkles and make his life miserable. That is, until Inkling steps in.

 Invisible Inkling written by Emily Jenkins is a laugh out loud kind of book. From the very first page to the very last, readers will find themselves laughing – either at Inklinkg’s quick wit, or Wolowitz’s antics. Readers will appreciate Jenkins apparent sense of humor.

Fit for kids of all ages, Invisible Inkling is well written, imaginative, and full of realistically lovable characters – characters that young readers will easily be able to identify and sympathize with. Wolowitz is openly honest, and in many ways a typical fourth grader struggling with many fourth grade issues, like bullying. Jenkins deals with the issue of bullies and bullying with tact, and excels at it.

The Sleepers

The Sleepers by Sylvia Plath

“No map traces the street

Where those two sleepers are.

We have lost track of it.

They lie as if under water

In a blue, unchanging light,

The French window ajar

Curtained with yellow lace.

Through the narrow crack

Odors of wet earth rise.

The snail leaves a silver track;

Dark thickets hedge the house.

We take a backward look.

Among petals pale as death

And leaves steadfast in shape

They sleep on, mouth to mouth.

A White mist is going up.

The small green nostrils breathe,

And they turn in their sleep.

Ousted from that warm bed

We are a dream they dream.

Their eyelids keep the shade.

No harm can come to them.

We cast out skins and slide

Into another time.”