Frog Legs earned his name after my grandmother saw Sam in his boxers one morning when he was staying at my parents' over spring break. Umm, no, I don't think I've ever been accident-prone, really," I replied. "I mean, sometimes I bump into things, like everyone. Nothing memorable." However...all my complaints about her first book, are gone in this one. I found this book a little more tangible to connect with and more plausible. Bradford, C., & Huang, H. L. (2007). Exclusions and inclusions: Multiculturalism in contemporary Taiwanese and Australian picturebooks. Bookbird, 45(3), 5–12.

We get introduced to Kelly, the police officer investigating Zoe's case, and she steals the story. In fact, I wish we had a few extra chapters with Kelly as the focus as she felt a much stronger character than Zoe; Kelly's chapters had a bit more substance and mystery. She was a tough character with a complicated past that seeped into her present. Greg and Spitzky are informed that Gordon is pushing for a mistrial in light of a new abduction. They go to speak with Tommy Braun, one of Gordon's two surviving victims, but he becomes hysterical when he sees them. I wondered if that matter-of-fact delivery ever worked for her, if people ever just said, "Cool, whatever." I raised my hand in front of me in a "halt" gesture. in the tradition of psychological suspense, paranoia grows throughout the novel, and suspicion is cast on many people close to zoe, increasing her anxiety and leaving her with no one to trust. many red herrings, many tense situations, much atmospheric dread.Zoe brings this to the attention of Police Constable Kelly Swift, a disgraced/demoted detective who's now assigned to policing the Underground.

Although," I went on, "last summer, one night I tripped over this massive tree root on the beach and it ripped up my thigh, which was crazy, because I didn't think a tree root could be so, you know, dangerous. I probably should've got stitches but I was with my friends and we just … anyway, it's okay now. You can hardly even see the scar." I closed my eyes. Dr. Hall disappeared, along with his flat-line graph and the eye chart on the wall behind him. It wasn't exactly darkness I found behind my eyelids; it was just absence, nothingness. I wondered if that was what blindness would be like. A and D are collaborating on an artistic book. E and B agree privately that the project is “awful” but that A and D “need the confidence” it is going to give them. “Log VI/Everybody” is set during its launch party. One way this chapter extends the novel’s range of desubjectifying techniques is to present the party’s attendees as a list of statistics. Of the New Yorkers, we read, 69 “live below 14th Street,” 18 “on the Upper East Side,” 42 “on the Lower West Side,” 36 “on the Upper West Side,” etc. Verbal exchanges are presented in fragments, as snatches of overheard conversation, but also broken down as percentages: “36% of the women talked more to women than to men”; “14% made an effort to meet specific people it would be advantageous to know”; “47% spoke to former lovers.” The movement of people through the room is described purely visually—as if caught by accident in the lens of a camera.

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Serroukh, F. (2018). Survey of ethnic representation within UK children’s literature 2017. UK: CLPE/Centre for Literacy in Primary Education. There isn't much I can say about the book without giving things away, so I'll just say that Hannah and Adam were well-meaning idiots and move on to some other issues. It doesn't take many trips to the doctor to learn you can't believe them when they feed you that line. The electrodes didn't hurt exactly, but they were bulky and heavy and caused me to blink involuntarily. This was unfortunate—and a serious design flaw, I decided—because every time I blinked, the electrodes would pop out. Then the nurse would sigh in a castigating way and reinsert them, first covering the lenses with goop, whose purpose, I guessed, was to help transmit the electricity from my retinas. This goop made my eyes tear incessantly, which made me blink, which started the process all over again.

After that, the big joke in the family was that my boyfriend had lady legs. A few months after our breakup, I was able to see the humor in this, but at the beginning of the summer, when the heartache was still fresh, every mention of Frog Legs had me bawling like a kid whose ice cream fell off the cone. Yes, Sam was my double scoop of ice cream with sprinkles, except that he hadn't fallen off the cone; he'd jumped. Unsworth, L., & Wheeler, J. (2002). Re-valuing the role of images in reviewing picture books. Reading: Language and Literacy [now Literacy], 36(2), 68–74.

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Bronson, A. (2016). Mirrors and windows: Diversity in children’s picture books. Public Libraries, 55(6), 28–30. She has done it again, she has excelled herself in her writing ability to not just pull you into the book, oh no, you are 'shoved' into it with full force and eagerness, so much so, that its a case of 'one more chapter' one more chapter' and so it goes on until your eyes are dropping. The more you blink, the longer we're here." She pointedly squirted fresh goop on the torture device and reinserted it onto the surface of my eye. Adam, H., & Barratt-Pugh, C. (2020). The challenge of monoculturalism: What books are educators sharing with children and what messages do they send? The Australian Educational Researcher. https://doi.org/10.1007/s13384-019-00375-7. It was odd to have him fire off the questions without taking any notes. I mean, the questions were odd to begin with, but without him recording my answers, it felt like he already knew what they would be.