Dear Lois Lenski,
I was in Third Grade when I first picked up the book Indian Captive. And whatever happened after that was pure accident, and maybe a little luck. Because of your book.
You should know, when I was in Third Grade, I was, well, a little rebel. So when my teacher said we had to read a non-fiction book for non-fiction month, I thought she was joking. The thought of actually reading true stuff! Boring Right? Wrong.
Angrily, I picked up the first book I saw in the non-fiction basket. Your book. (Obviously, I realize now, it was in the wrong spot!) Accident, but definitely destiny.
Furious, (I hated to be forced to do things,) my eyes skimmed from page to page, pretending to read. They can't make me do this, I told myself. And they couldn't. But I, the power of me, could.
Because then I paused... (Accident!)... A sentence caught my eye. And angry sentence. Like me. It intrigued me, invited me to play... And the world shifted colors before my eyes! But alas, I was still color-blind, so it made no difference, not yet.
From then on, I started to read the book. And I liked it, despite the fact I never read the beginning, barely understood the character within Molly, never saw the bigger picture. However, the rest of Third Grade was normal.
But in Fourth Grade, things took a turn for the worst! Everything spiraled slowly and menacingly downhill. I was a snarling beast, unable to be helped, for anyone who came near was instantly poisoned with liquid hatred. Words slipped out. I was even on a rampage with my Best Friend! The more I glared my hated glare, the worse things went.
But in Fifth grade, that all changed. Because of your book. I looked Molly (Who was on the cover,) in the eye once again. Not realizing I had read it before, I began to read. But the first time I skipped the beginning, remember? It took me
a while to figure out what was so familiar... And then it came to me! I had finally broken out of black and white films and seen color, finally got the character, the message.
But still, the transformation still wasn't complete. Only when I finished the book, and really thought about it did the magic kick in. I learned a valuable lesson: Don't take things for granted! I'm always complaining about what I don't have, but yet Molly has nothing. Further still, what she wants is so simple; most people do take it for granted. A Family. Her Family. And to think I wanted a DSI so bad!
And life's not a game. I see now that if I kept up my ways, I would have wasted my childhood. And not to mention I had thrown away ten months of my life. But the most hurtful thing was what took ten months to destroy took years to mend. But at least I was finally seeing HD, the bigger picture.
I'm glad I stopped being such a jerk. I'm even friends with that one Best Friend I mentioned before, but we were never as tight. I guess years wasn't enough. Because sometimes, years isn't.
I also learned the joy of non-fiction, and have read many to this day.
Lesson over lesson intertwined. And once I read it, in writing, I decided to write a fake review over the book, (We had just learned about that,) but I had no idea what to write. Finally, I wrote:
The key to color
It was like a riddle. I meant it to be longer, but that was all to say. And that was how it was, and how it remains to be.
Katherine Ann Srail