Last year, ML and Calvin chose winners for their 2014 Mock Caldecott in record speed. This year, they delved a little deeper. However, once again they couldn’t reach a consensus.
Today, I gave them a stack of books for their 2015 Mock Caldecott. I asked both of them to individually chose five favorites. Then, I encouraged them to reach a consensus on five books to go to the next round. They did it. Friends since the age of two, I love watching them grow and mature together. After whittling the list to five, they had a thoughtful and respectful discussion on which book should win. They weren’t in agreement. If I pushed it, they might have reached a consensus. I decided to save it for next year.
“Vasya Kandinsky was a proper little boy: he studied math and history, he practiced the piano, he sat up straight and was perfectly polite. And when his family sent him to art classes, they expected him to paint pretty houses and flowers—like a proper artist.
But as Vasya opened his paint box and began mixing the reds, the yellows, the blues, he heard a strange sound—the swirling colors trilled like an orchestra tuning up for a symphony! And as he grew older, he continued to hear brilliant colors singing and see vibrant sounds dancing. But was Vasya brave enough to put aside his proper still lifes and portraits and paint . . . music?”
Why should you read this book? I’m buying ML the book for Christmas. I know it’s a book she’ll treasure for years. Colorful language surges throughout the book. The opening illustrations depict the life of “a proper Russian boy” during the mid 1800’s. As Kandinksy follows his dream, the book’s illustrations transform from realistic to abstract.
You’ll learn something. At least, I did. If I knew about Vasya Kandinsky before, it’s buried somewhere deep inside my brain where I can no longer retrieve it. It is know thought Kandinsky had a genetic condition called synethesia. “In people with synesthesia, one sense triggers a different sense, allowing them, for example to hear colors, see music, taste words, or small numbers.” Kandinsky began hearing colors after his Auntie gave him a wooden paint box.