{"id":1086,"date":"2008-01-14T00:34:56","date_gmt":"2008-01-14T06:34:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=1086"},"modified":"2009-05-08T09:24:17","modified_gmt":"2009-05-08T15:24:17","slug":"review-lulu-atlantis-and-the-quest-for-true-blue-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=1086","title":{"rendered":"Review: <em>Lulu Atlantis and the<br>Quest for True Blue Love<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/jules\/lulu atlantis.jpg\" border=1><center><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/Lulu-Atlantis-Quest-True-Blue\/dp\/0375840168\/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&#038;s=books&#038;qid=1200292103&#038;sr=8-1\"><em><strong>Lulu Atlantis and the Quest for True Blue Love<\/strong><\/em><\/a><br \/>by Patricia Martin<br \/>Illustrations by<br \/><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.heartagency.com\/html\/boutavant_Frameset.html\">Marc Boutavant<\/a><\/strong><br \/>Schwartz &#038; Wade<br \/>January 2008<br \/>(review copy)<\/center><\/p>\n<p>Meet Lulu Atlantis. She&#8217;s feeling a bit overshadowed by Sam, her new baby brother; is convinced her mother would rather not have her around; and is trying her best to acclimate to life without her father, who is &#8220;away on his crusades&#8221; (when the story opens, he&#8217;s off to save &#8220;the Pacific Northwest Tree Octopus&#8221;). Her best friend, a daddy longlegs spider who wears a top hat and white gloves and calls her &#8220;miss&#8221; (and whom no one else can actually see), is her trusty companion and joins Lulu in her earnest quest for the meaning of True Blue Love. Together &#8212; and throughout the four related, chapter-divided stories of the book &#8212; they explore the world under the Umbrella Tree, the large mulberry tree, &#8220;studded with luscious purple berries,&#8221; at the bottom of her lawn on Sweet Pea Lane; brave grouchy &#8216;ol Farmer Wallenhaupt&#8217;s pond to find Lulu&#8217;s Frog Prince; rescue a yogurt-eating skunk who calls her &#8220;toots&#8221; and says things like &#8220;darn tootin'&#8221;; and meet &#8212; in the laugh-outloud funny, most outstanding story in the book &#8212; the three chefs of the Gangster Bakery (that would be Scarecrow, Lefty-Righty Louie, and Jimmy Creamcheese) in their search for the secret ingredient for Mother&#8217;s oatmeal. There&#8217;s also Princess Fancy, Lulu&#8217;s archnemesis, the haughty stray cat who shows up in the final story, descending through clouds and silver stars at night, in a hot air balloon. <\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>This is a book that a) I didn&#8217;t want to put down and b) didn&#8217;t want to see <em>end<\/em>. No kidding: I was tearing right through it, but when I got to the last story, I put the book aside for a while (this took great determination on my part), simply because I didn&#8217;t want to say goodbye to Lulu and her world. This is thanks to author Patricia Martin and her ability to infuse this story with whimsy, but a whimsy that never overwhelms, that never stands on the table and screams, <em>look how clever and how cute I am<\/em>, which could have easily happened in the hands of a less assured author. We&#8217;re talkin&#8217; a world with the yellow sun and its &#8220;warm lemon light&#8221; which turns into the &#8220;cold pewter of twilight&#8221;; raspberry patches; frog ponds with &#8220;silver water whose droplets slide about like mercury,&#8221; with water witches, and with aria-singing frogs; possible lairs of possible lions; and monsters that nibble on the toes of helpless toddlers &#8212; all springing from the mind of Lulu, of course. This book is a testament to a child&#8217;s billowing imagination, and &#8212; to be sure &#8212; we have plenty of those in children&#8217;s lit, but this one really knocks it out of the park. And that&#8217;s in large part to Martin&#8217;s ability to turn a phrase (&#8220;Lulu Atlantis looked as flat as a page in a prayer book, as thin as the skin of an onion&#8221; and &#8220;Mother&#8217;s smile started on one side of her head and wrapped itself completely around her face to the other side&#8221;) and the ardent and never-overbearing half-glass-full tone she establishes from moment one. <\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Beguiled&#8221; is the word that comes to mind when I think of my experience reading the book: I was beguiled by its utter charm. Despite the fact that this review has both &#8220;whimsy&#8221; and &#8220;charm&#8221; in it, perhaps the two most over-used words in reviewing children&#8217;s books, I stand by it. And I&#8217;m here to say it&#8217;s a very authentic charm. Lulu has such a unique voice, the story so warm and winning in just about every way, that it makes for an unforgettable read, a book that I think will stand the test of time. It&#8217;s a book I want to put on my children&#8217;s bookshelf, knowing that if I read it to them next year or if we read it together in ten, it will still slay me with its abundant grace. And, teachers, take note: What a great read-aloud this one is for your early middle-grade students, though &#8212; if your experience is like mine &#8212; your voice will break toward the end and, in the words of Martin, your throat might ache &#8220;with a huge, achy lump.&#8221; <\/p>\n<p>On that note, I&#8217;m still not quite sure what I think of the direction the book took at its close, which I promise not to reveal. It worked, don&#8217;t get me wrong, but I expected something entirely different: I thought Martin was leading us on a journey that was going to signify the very end of innocence for the imaginative, soul-searching Lulu and make this a true &#8220;coming-of-age&#8221; title (\u00e0 la Peter Pan or Fern). Instead, she took a u-turn and dropped us off squarely in the land of talking flowers and spider-devouring fancy cats in marmalade flights (cats, I must add, with golden boots and golden earrings and sparkling gemstones and a &#8220;blue satin bow at the tail&#8221;). Even though it didn&#8217;t go where I thought it was going, I was still happily wrapped up in the mind of Lulu and her successful search for the meaning of true friendship, real devotion and love. But I&#8217;d still love to hear from others who&#8217;ve read it &#8212; or will read it &#8212; what they thought of the book&#8217;s curtain call. <\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.heartagency.com\/html\/boutavant_Frameset.html\">Marc Boutavant<\/a><\/strong> provides the cover illustration and the drawings at the opening of each chapter, and his depiction alone of the Gangster Bakers is also laugh-outloud funny, though why O WHY is Harry, the top-hat-wearing daddy longlegs spider, Lulu&#8217;s TRUEST BLUEST FRIEND, not on the cover? Ah well. You can&#8217;t win &#8217;em all. <\/p>\n<p>Highly, enthusiastically recommended. If anyone reads it, please come back and talk to me. <\/p>\n<p>P.S. My next cat is <em>so<\/em> going to be named Princess Fancy. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Lulu Atlantis and the Quest for True Blue Loveby Patricia MartinIllustrations byMarc BoutavantSchwartz &#038; WadeJanuary 2008(review copy) Meet Lulu Atlantis. She&#8217;s feeling a bit overshadowed by Sam, her new baby brother; is convinced her mother would rather not have her around; and is trying her best to acclimate to life without her father, who is [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1086","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-intermediate"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1086","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1086"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1086\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1086"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1086"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1086"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}