![]() ![]() ![]() Career Īfter graduating with a degree in Communication, Simon moved to Chicago. It was during her college experience that she began to pursue acting. Influenced by her radio experience, Simon attended the University of Nevada for college to study production. ĭuring high school, Simon was recruited to appear on a local radio talk show and eventually became a full-time member of the show. Around middle school, Simon moved to Las Vegas, where she was raised by her grandparents. Her background includes some creole heritage. Jazmin Simon was born in San Francisco and spent her early childhood in Northern California. (This book was reviewed digitally.Jazmyn Simon (born December 30, 1980) is an American actress and children's book author known for her roles on Ballers, Raising Dion, and Psych. The multiple spreads showing Irie and Momma flying through the atmosphere among clouds, stars, and hearts become a bit monotonous and lack depth of expression. The story is a challenging one to illustrate the full-color digital art is warm with soft shades of natural-looking color but struggles to create engaging scenes to accompany Momma’s explanation of her conversation with God. When Momma tells her “you are all of my favorite things,” Irie runs to the mirror and sees herself with new eyes: a “most perfect me.” This sweet, imaginative tale highlights the importance of parental love in boosting children’s self-esteem and will be a touching read-aloud for families who have struggled with issues of fitting in. Momma also chose a good heart for Irie, and when she was born, she was perfect, and as she grew, she was kind. The same for her hair type, her sparkling eyes, her kissable nose, and her bright smile. Out of all the skin tones in the world, Momma chose her favorite for Irie. “I made you to be you.” Momma explains that when she was expecting Irie, she talked to God and made special requests. But Momma tells her that she didn’t make Irie to be like everyone else. Irie wants her hair to swing and bounce like the “pretty hair” that “everyone else” has. When Irie tells her momma she hates her big poofy hair, her momma explains that everything about Irie was perfectly custom made. A sad face at an apartment window with a comment that “ometimes something happens, and we can’t all be together” can be interpreted as an oblique reference to pandemic closings, but the central message here is that school is a physical space, not a virtual one, where learning and community happen. Signs of conflict are unrealistically absent, but an occasional downcast look does add a bit of nuance to the general air of eager positivity on display. This is a community, growing.” Younger audiences will zero in on the pictures, which depict easily recognizable scenes of both individual and collective learning and play, with adults and classmates always on hand to help out or join in. ![]() (The adult staff is likewise racially diverse.) The children are individualized in the art, but the author’s narrative is addressed more to an older set of readers as it runs almost entirely to collective nouns and abstract concepts: “We share. This is a class in a hall….” If that class-possibly second graders, though they could be a year to either side of that-numbers only about a dozen in Jamison’s bright paintings, it makes up for that in diversity, with shiny faces of variously brown or olive complexion well outnumbering paler ones one child using a wheelchair and at least two who appear to be Asian. 4-7)Ī soaring panegyric to elementary school as a communal place to learn and grow. “Once again, Parker’s guileless, watercolor and colored-pencil illustrations keep pace with the gathering rhyme, fitting rebuses into the verse text so that young readers can join in. “That is too bad! Hurrah! Hurray! / I’m glad I’m feeling well today!” Now that’s a nifty out, allowing a good laugh where some tsk-tsking is otherwise called for. ![]() After some tea and toast, when things get cracking, his mother pokes her head in his bedroom: “You think I’m not sick / because I did a tumbling trick? / You say if I were really ill, / I’d not complain, I’d just lie still?” Just when he’s beginning to feel a twinge of guilt about the whole thing, it’s discovered that there is no school that day on account of snow. I need an extra blanket, if you please.” Blankets and pillows and a cozy cat soon give way to finger puppets and puzzles and, hey-why not?-a few cartoon programs on TV. As he lies in bed, he sings a little cumulative poem of the things he will need: “I need a box of tissues, in case I sneeze. Rhymes and rebuses see a young boy through his perhaps-not-so-sick-after-all day off from school tale from the two mistresses of this format. ![]()
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