Frankweiler (another Newbery Award winner) to my granddaughter. Konisburg, From the Mixed-up Files of Mrs. I’m gifting Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth along with a second book by E. Some aspects will prove eye opening and new. She, too, loves a walk in the woods “looking up”. She, too, would have compassion for a frog named Hilary Ezra.
She, too, goes to the library once a week. I believe my granddaughter shares enough common ground with Jennifer and Elizabeth to find this story interesting. Her current passion is witches and what better place to find them than “Macbeth”, or, perhaps, Roal Dahl’s “The Witches”. Jennifer is an avid reader and frequent visitor of the public library, well known by the librarian. Hecate and Macbeth require more detail to explain – Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, is viewed as the leader of the three witches in Shakespeare’s Macbeth.William McKinley is explainable by knowing Elizabeth and Jennifer attend William McKinley Elementary School.The “and Me” is due to the fact that Elizabeth narrates the story.The names of Jennifer and Elizabeth are understandable.Their companionship is on a deeper level.Īs for the interesting title of this book: Race is not a factor in Elizabeth’s and Jennifer’s friendship. That the friendship between Jennifer and Elizabeth is interracial is mentioned once in the book. When out of sight of grown-ups, Cynthia is mean and “two -faced”. She is pretty and neat and smart.” Elizabeth wastes no time discovering Cynthia is NOT perfect. Elizabeth’s mother encourages a friendship with Cynthia, a girl of the same age who lives in their apartment building. Pre-teen friendships are important developmental stepping stones. she reads Macbeth she never wears jeans or shorts she never says “please” or “thank you” and she says she is a witch. Fifth grade is a lonely place until she meets Jennifer. Jennifer finds herself in a new town and a new school. Elizabeth’s experiences with her new friend, Jennifer, grow more and more intriguing from one chapter to the next. However, the above mentioned cigarette pack costume may be explained by this date. Even though it was published in 1967, it’s relevancy remains intact. Konigsburg’s Newbery Award winning books for ages eight through twelve. (“Why would a fifth grader wear a pack of cigarettes costume made from a large cardboard box?”) Perhaps she will question a classmate’s choice of Halloween costume. I hope to be able to talk to her about the things she finds interesting. It was enjoyable revisiting the story and I’m quite certain my granddaughter will like it.
As you all know, overconfidence is mortal man’s worst enemy.I remember reading Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William MicKinley and me, Elizabeth years ago as a teacher and decided to have a quick reread, today, before giving a copy to my granddaughter who just entered fourth grade. He’ll think himself immune to fate will mock death and will think he has no need for wisdom, grace, or fear.
When I charm the droplet with magic spells, it will raise up fantastic spirits that will trick Macbeth with illusions, and he'll walk right into his own destruction. On the corner of the moon there hangs a droplet, ready to fall. I’ll spend the night working to make a terrible and deadly outcome for him. Bring your cauldrons, your spells, your charms, and everything else. Get out of here and meet me at the pit of Acheron, where Macbeth will go to learn his destiny. Like all brats, he cares only about what he wants and not about you.
And you all know, security Is mortals’ chiefest enemy.ĭon’t I have a reason to be angry, you hags? How dare you trick Macbeth with riddles and prophecies without including me-the source of your powers the creator of all evil things and the greatest practitioner of our magic? And, even worse, you’ve done all this for an unreliable, angry, and spiteful brat. He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes ‘bove wisdom, grace, and fear. And that distilled by magic sleights Shall raise such artificial sprites As by the strength of their illusion Shall draw him on to his confusion. Upon the corner of the moon There hangs a vap’rous drop profound. This night I’ll spend Unto a dismal and a fatal end. Your vessels and your spells provide, Your charms and everything beside. Thither he Will come to know his destiny. Get you gone, And at the pit of Acheron Meet me i’ th’ morning. Have I not reason, beldams as you are? Saucy and overbold, how did you dare To trade and traffic with Macbeth In riddles and affairs of death, And I, the mistress of your charms, The close contriver of all harms, Was never called to bear my part, Or show the glory of our art? And, which is worse, all you have done Hath been but for a wayward son, Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do, Loves for his own ends, not for you.
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