{"id":4261,"date":"2017-02-07T08:58:01","date_gmt":"2017-02-07T14:58:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=4261"},"modified":"2017-02-07T08:58:01","modified_gmt":"2017-02-07T14:58:01","slug":"my-beautiful-birds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=4261","title":{"rendered":"My Beautiful Birds<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“The ground rumbles beneath my slippers as I walk. Father squeezes my hand. ‘It will be okay, Sami. Your birds escaped too,’ he repeats. His voice sounds far away.
I squeeze back, hoping it will steady my wobbly legs. Everyone I know is here.
We are walking, one after the other. ‘Just like follow-the-leader,’ says Father.”<\/em>
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\nThe plight of Syrian refugees was in the news well before we elected such a disastrous and hateful president, but due to his recent travel ban, it’s all the more top of mind for folks all over the world. Having picture books on hand that can explain this to children is helpful, and I recently wrote here<\/a><\/strong> at Kirkus<\/em> about picture books that capture the plight and flight of refugees. <\/p>\n

Coming to shelves in March is Suzanne Del Rizzo’s<\/a><\/strong> My Beautiful Birds<\/a><\/strong><\/em> (Pajama Press), a new book specifically about Syrian refugees. Rendered in bright and textured polymer clay and acrylic, it’s the story of a boy named Sami, leaving his Syrian home (with a sky full of smoke) to escape war. The boy is concerned about the pet pigeons he leaves behind. “It will be okay,” his father tells him. “Your birds escaped too.” When Sami and his family make it to a refugee camp, the boy tries to create art commemorating his birds, but his art only turns to black. Sami eventually comes to some peace when he a canary, a dove, and a rose finch fly into the camp. <\/p>\n

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Del Rizzo writes in an arresting first-person, present-tense voice, the story coming straight from the boy’s point of view and giving us a glimpse into his inner turmoil. (“I count footsteps, never wanting to look up again.”) The family may be momentarily safe in the refugee camp, but he can still hear “loud booming” and “days blur together in a gritty haze.” Del Rizzo captures in this kind of descriptive language the experience — but closing on a note of hope when the boy makes a friend at the camp (and not just his feathered ones). In a closing author’s note, she summarizes the plight of Syrian refugees, singling out the work of the United Nations Refugee Agency. In her bio, she notes what prompted this story — reading about a boy who “took solace in a connection with wild birds at the Za’atari refugee camp” in Jordan and being struck by “the universality of a child’s relationship to animals.” <\/p>\n

Here are some spreads from the book. …
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“At the top of a dune, I stop in my tracks. ‘Is this my sky from home?’ The same rooftop clouds billow and swirl. My sky waits like a loyal friend for me to remember.
I ask my sky to watch over my pigeons, wherever they are, to hide them in cloudy safety. Now, when the smoky nightmares boom, I watch the clouds. Sometimes,
fluffy cloud-pigeons take shape. Spiraling. Soaring. Sharing the sky.”<\/em>
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“At school we make kites from discarded bags, rope, and wood scraps that line the pathways. I paint feathers of yellow, rose, and turquoise. Mixing my pigeon-gray paint, I use just one dab of black. Our kites zigzag and zoom in a game of tag. The sunbeams flicker through the whirl of kites, making the gritty sand sparkle. Today is a good day.”<\/em>
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\nMY BEAUTIFUL BIRDS. Text and illustrations copyright \u00a9 2017 Suzanne Del Rizzo. Illustrations reproduced by permission of the publisher, Pajama Press, Inc., Ontario, Canada.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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