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Once upon a time when I was just a wee little El, I spent a lot of time in the school library. It was, not surprisingly, my favorite place to be. And I tried to encourage all my wee little friends to join me in the library, tried to make my own little book club, in fact. It was just going to be me and Lenora because she said she liked to read, but we were ten years old, just about to turn eleven, and already she had more important things to think about. Like boys.
In one last ditch effort I found the school library had two copies of a book by Zilpha Keatley Snyder. I truly don't remember which title it was, but I remember going through a "phase" with her books around that time. Perfect! I thought. Two copies - one for me, one for Lenora. I had her come with me to the library one day so we could each check out a copy, and the idea was we were going to read in all our spare time and then talk about it together.
Guess what never actually happened.
But I did my part. I took my copy to the playground each day at recess. I was committed. I was probably on the outs from the group I normally hung out with for something I probably didn't understand, so no one bothered me for being antisocial. Our playground had these "trees" which were actually utility poles stuck into the ground and then tires nailed into the sides of the pole, creating this... tree-thing... you could climb. No one ever spent any time on them so it was a perfect place for me. I climbed to the top of one and rested my book on the upper end of the pole. And that's where I sat, on my tire ledge, using the top of the pole as a desk to hold my book. I read all recess, the sound of the other children disappearing into the world below me, only the breeze in my hair.
Seriously, it's one of my favorite reading memories ever.
After reading the book (and being sad that Lenora actually read her copy), I must have somehow become friends with my group again because I don't remember any other occasions when I took a book into that "tree" like that.
If I read The Egypt Game at that time, I don't remember anything about the story. This would have totally been right up my alley, however. A highly imaginative young girl, April, befriends another highly imaginative young girl, Melanie, and together they create this game they call "The Egypt Game." They curate this game in an abandoned yard behind an antiques shop. Based on their shared interest in ancient Egypt, they fill the storage shed in the yard with what they imagine to be Egyptian paraphernalia, read books about hieroglyphics, and create an entire world for themselves. There's nothing quite like building an imaginary world at that age - I could see myself doing exactly that, if only I had friends who would cooperate. (I tried to get little Chad and Travis to play ThunderCats with me at other times during recess, but they turned that down.)
I was also excited to read the diversity of characters. Melanie and her little brother, Marshall, are African-American; Elizabeth (and another boy that comes in later) are Asian-American; April is Caucasian. I remember even at that age race still coming up back in my day, and that was already a little over twenty years after this book was published. Somehow, in Snyder's neighborhood, none of that was an issue and that was damn refreshing to read.
All in all, this was a pleasant read, one I'm sure I'm revisiting but it seems new to me, so whatever. If I didn't read it as a younger reader, that's a damn shame, because I know I would have loved it. But considering the sort of voracious reader I was at that age, and considering I read other books by Snyder, I find it nearly impossible I wouldn't have read this at that time as well.
Man, do I want to take my book into a tree again now as an adult. But it's too effing hot out, so never mind.
In one last ditch effort I found the school library had two copies of a book by Zilpha Keatley Snyder. I truly don't remember which title it was, but I remember going through a "phase" with her books around that time. Perfect! I thought. Two copies - one for me, one for Lenora. I had her come with me to the library one day so we could each check out a copy, and the idea was we were going to read in all our spare time and then talk about it together.
Guess what never actually happened.
But I did my part. I took my copy to the playground each day at recess. I was committed. I was probably on the outs from the group I normally hung out with for something I probably didn't understand, so no one bothered me for being antisocial. Our playground had these "trees" which were actually utility poles stuck into the ground and then tires nailed into the sides of the pole, creating this... tree-thing... you could climb. No one ever spent any time on them so it was a perfect place for me. I climbed to the top of one and rested my book on the upper end of the pole. And that's where I sat, on my tire ledge, using the top of the pole as a desk to hold my book. I read all recess, the sound of the other children disappearing into the world below me, only the breeze in my hair.
Seriously, it's one of my favorite reading memories ever.
After reading the book (and being sad that Lenora actually read her copy), I must have somehow become friends with my group again because I don't remember any other occasions when I took a book into that "tree" like that.
If I read The Egypt Game at that time, I don't remember anything about the story. This would have totally been right up my alley, however. A highly imaginative young girl, April, befriends another highly imaginative young girl, Melanie, and together they create this game they call "The Egypt Game." They curate this game in an abandoned yard behind an antiques shop. Based on their shared interest in ancient Egypt, they fill the storage shed in the yard with what they imagine to be Egyptian paraphernalia, read books about hieroglyphics, and create an entire world for themselves. There's nothing quite like building an imaginary world at that age - I could see myself doing exactly that, if only I had friends who would cooperate. (I tried to get little Chad and Travis to play ThunderCats with me at other times during recess, but they turned that down.)
But, actually, that was the way with all of the Egypt Game. Nobody ever planned it ahead, at least, not very far. Ideas began and grew and afterwards it was hard to remember just how. That was one of the mysterious and fascinating things about it.The story is easy to read, which makes sense since it's, what, a middle-reader book? The plot is predictable but it doesn't make it any less fun to read. These kids have real-kid issues, whether it's an over-attachment to a stuffed animal to the feeling of being abandoned by one's mother by being sent into the world to stay with someone else - and they express real-kid emotions. An important plot point is that there is a murder of a child that happens off-page, an event that causes all the parents in the neighborhood to be on high alert and to set curfews for the children. This causes issues for the children who have come to depend on their game as a way of escape and growth. I was impressed and surprised that something so unsavory as "murder" is discussed in this book for younger readers, but again, this is something that can leave an indelible mark on children at this age, whether they fully understand the events or not.
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I was also excited to read the diversity of characters. Melanie and her little brother, Marshall, are African-American; Elizabeth (and another boy that comes in later) are Asian-American; April is Caucasian. I remember even at that age race still coming up back in my day, and that was already a little over twenty years after this book was published. Somehow, in Snyder's neighborhood, none of that was an issue and that was damn refreshing to read.
All in all, this was a pleasant read, one I'm sure I'm revisiting but it seems new to me, so whatever. If I didn't read it as a younger reader, that's a damn shame, because I know I would have loved it. But considering the sort of voracious reader I was at that age, and considering I read other books by Snyder, I find it nearly impossible I wouldn't have read this at that time as well.
Man, do I want to take my book into a tree again now as an adult. But it's too effing hot out, so never mind.