Twelve Kinds of Ice, by Ellen Bryan Obed, illustrated by Barbara McClintock. Houghton Mifflin, 2012, 64 pages.
Reading level: Middle Grades, Ages 10-12
Maturity Level: All
Bottom line: This unusual memoir for middle grades celebrates winter in Maine through the progression of 12 stages of ice formation from the thin skim on a pond to glorious skating.
Some memories are etched in glass, sharp and clear: The first ice came on the sheep pails in the barn—a skim of ice so thin it broke when we touched it. To this family in semi-rural Maine, it’s a brave, hopeful sign, like the song of a bluebird on a cold March morning. For soon would come the second and third kinds of ice, each harder and thicker than the last. Then Field and Stream Ice. And Black Ice: Water shocked still by the cold before the snow. They could do some serious skating then; Ellen and her sister racing for miles at silver speeds at which lungs and legs, clouds and sun, wind and cold raced together. Our blades spat out silver. Our lungs breathed out silver. Our minds burst with silver while the winter sun danced silver down our bending backs. But all that is really a warm-up (so to speak) for Garden Ice—the family skating rink built with loving care at a size that attracts the whole neighborhood. Dad is the architect, engineer, and after-hours groom, no doubt passing on a family tradition as the boys live for hockey and the girls dream of Olympic figure skating. The Last Ice, with its bumps and puddles, signals the end of another glowing season. But Dream Ice, the twelfth kind, comes anytime at all, and
when it did, we could skate anywhere we wanted—down roads, in and out of yards, and over the tops of trees. We could do any jump we pleased without practicing. Double axles over houses and splits over telephone wires. Spins on chimney tops and spirals down slanting roofs. We lifted our skates into the sky to land on the back edges of clouds. We never fell. We never got dizzy. We never got tired.
I grew up where it seldom snows and have only skated twice in my life—an experience that included, safe to say, no double-axles. And yet I totally get this. The author’s experience reaches out to readers in Texas as well as Minnesota, revealing beauty where some would see only barrenness and waste. The language is unmatched and the line-drawing illustrations perfect. Not to be missed.
Overall Value: 5 (out of 5)
- Worldview/moral value: 4
- Artistic value: 5
Categories: Nonfiction, Middle Grades, Picture Books, Starred Review, Gift Books, Read Alouds, Sports, Seasons
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