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cweichel's review
3.0
This is one of those classic conflicts between the old ways and the new. A young Inuit boy isn’t interested in the stories and skills of his grandparents until they are stranded on the ice. It is a lovely read and the softly realistic illustrations compliment the text.
I’m nervous about this book because I don’t know who the author and illustrator are, and I’m always concerned about who is writing books about First Nation’s people. I’m mindful of Jacquelin Woodson’s comment when she was here in Vancouver last fall. ‘How can I tell my story when your foot is on my throat.’
In the dedications it gives thanks to Ataguttaluk Elementary School in Igoolik, Nunavut. (The school name is actually spelled Ataguttaaluk) If it was written in cooperation with these students, I might be more comfortable with it, even if the author and illustrator are not themselves First Nation people.
I’m nervous about this book because I don’t know who the author and illustrator are, and I’m always concerned about who is writing books about First Nation’s people. I’m mindful of Jacquelin Woodson’s comment when she was here in Vancouver last fall. ‘How can I tell my story when your foot is on my throat.’
In the dedications it gives thanks to Ataguttaluk Elementary School in Igoolik, Nunavut. (The school name is actually spelled Ataguttaaluk) If it was written in cooperation with these students, I might be more comfortable with it, even if the author and illustrator are not themselves First Nation people.
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