Author Meg Welch Dendler and I connected on social media some time back, so I am super-excited to feature Meg and her new middle-grade tale on my last post of 2017, Bianca: the Brave Frail and Delicate Princess. Please read on to meet Meg, learn more about her new tale, and find my review.

 About the Book

Bianca: The Brave Frail and Delicate Princess | by Meg Welch Dendler Dec. 2017 | Serenity Mountain Publishing |134 pages | ages 9-12

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Princess Bianca has never set foot outside the castle walls. Not once in her over-protected, pink, fluffy young life. But when a dragon is spotted in the land and fear spreads that the monster conquered the king and his brave knights,

Bianca realizes it is her duty to protect her kingdom.


But the threat to her people coming from beyond her safe castle tower is more dangerous and magical than she ever imagined possible, except in a fairy tale.  

​Bianca must prove she can be braver and stronger than anyone believes in order to find her father and save her kingdom.

Meet the Author
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Meg Dendler has considered herself to be a writer since she won a picture book contest in 5th grade and entertained classmates with ongoing sequels for the rest of the year.
 
Beginning serious work as a freelancer in the 1990s while teaching elementary and middle school, Meg has over 100 articles in print, including interviews with Kirk Douglas, Sylvester Stallone, and Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson. She has won contests with her short stories and poetry, along with multiple international awards for her best-selling “Cats in the Mirror” alien rescue cat children’s book series. At the Corner of Magnetic and Main is her first adult novel, but it won’t be her last.
 
Meg also works as an editor for Pen-L Publishing and gives talks around her area about writing, publishing, and editing.  She’s a member of Cat Writers' Association, SCBWI, and the Ozark Writers League.
 
Meg and her family (including four cats and dog, Max) live in Arkansas.

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My Review
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Meg Welch Dendler‘s fractured fairy tale for middle graders follows an unlikely hero on her journey to save a kingdom and eventually discover her authentic self.
 
Along the way, she bumps into fairy tale characters who play against type, and that’s where the fun begins. 

For instance, kindly witch Barb gives Bianca a gift of sardines instead of hexing the child.   Fairies offer an atypical magic potion that Bianca graciously accepts but doesn’t understand its power until much later.  And that dragon!  I don't want to give away what it does, but this misunderstood critter warms my heart.  The showdown between Bianca and the dragon is precious.

What parents will like
Dendler has a crisp writing style and dry humor.  She uses fresh devices to move the plot forward.   For instance, her narrative goes beyond internal thoughts when Bianca is alone.  Dendler injects dialogue with her animal traveling companions, a memorable mule and cat, for narrative motion and humor.
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My favorite aspect of this tale is Bianca's stature as a strong role model for girls.  She’s a princess who goes against type: Bianca doesn’t need rescuing, and she’s not pining away for her prince.  Hers is a journey of self discovery you'll want every young girl in your life to emulate.

My Recommendation

Meg Welch Dendler's Bianca: The Brave Frail and Delicate Princess is a delightful read for upper-elementary boys and girls, who enjoy their adventure spiced with wink-wink humor.  However, Bianca shines especially for girls when as the book encourages them to go beyond expectations and be unafraid of finding who they truly are.

Five Meows

​Before You Go:

• Thanks for keeping me company on Cat's Corner.  This is my last post of the year.  I'm taking time off to be with family and friends from 13 December – 12 January.  Stay sweet,  travel safe, and have an amazing holiday with your special peeps.  Catch you in 2018!​ ​

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Is it lighting the menorah? Hanging an ornament your child made in first grade? Grandma’s special recipe you recreate yearly?  Thinking about a Kwanza celebration?
 
This is a season when memories are made and family is celebrated in unique, joyous ways.  Please join me and my #Gr8Blog colleagues as we share our holiday traditions that ring in our season. Please scroll to the end for more holiday traditions to inspire and bring a smile.

btw...I'm posting one more blog on 13 December, and I'm then taking off until 13 January to be with family and friends.  Catch you in 2018!

I wonder how Christmas traditions start.   
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I believe they often develop based on where you live.  For instance, I grew up in a coastal Connecticut town, an hour from Manhattan, that was a microcosm of diversity.  My classmates had surnames that contained as many vowels as there were consonants.  Others had parents who spoke with thick accents of their native countries
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In our ethnically diverse neighborhood, I enjoyed countless sleepovers next door at my BFF Elaine's house, where I learned about Hanukkah and devoured her mom's blueberry blintzes any time of year.  I can't remember how the tradition started, but the Sirkins spent Christmas afternoon with us. While our parents chatted over coffee and dessert, we kids jammed into our small living room to share Christmas and Hanukkah toys.

Other traditions develop organically: what begins as a good idea one year becomes something people clamber for the next.  One season, Mama and Granny Chris started baking holiday cookies early in December.  Because we gobbled up those sweets right away, we generated the need for an endless stream of fresh-baked cookies, and Mama and Granny Chris happily complied.​

Picking out our tree from the church lot and hauling it home to decorate tree was another natural evolution.

We draped tinsel one-by-one over the branches (throwing tinsel in clumps was not allowed <wink>).  Topping our masterpiece with an angel was always last.  Making sure the dog didn't tip over the tree was constant.
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Another family tradition started when driving through quiet streets after candlelight service on Christmas Eve, ooohing and aaahing at the  sparkly Christmas lights.  In fact, Mama told me the first words I ever spoke were at Christmastime, when I was nine-months old: Lights. Pretty, pretty lights.
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On Christmas morning, I couldn’t wait to run downstairs to see what Santa brought; however, I had to wait until the youngest sibling was awake.  As oldest child, I almost felt sorry for the little ones I dragged from their warm beds.

Season of Changes

This joyous season is tinged bittersweet for me this year since we lost Dad in February.  Reality smacks me. Our parents and grandparents are gone.  Most aunts and uncles, too. Some cousins.  JM’s brother.  I take comfort remembering they still surround us in traditions from Christmas past. 
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As unofficial family historian, I carefully include short notes about the provenance of our Christmas decorations.  When we unwrap the collection of gold ornaments, we remember Paw-paw Pete, who gave us these beauties for my first Christmas with JM.  Or those glass-blown ornaments JM’s parents have given us each year that sparkle on our two holiday trees.
 
I still have Grandma Granger's tiny Depression-era glass balls, tucked proudly into the small wooden sleigh handcrafted by Grandpa Jerry in the 1950s. These nest in pride of place next to the delicate glass tree Mama gave us on her last visit with us  in 2008.

And those glue-smudged, kid-made ornaments made with love as school projects!  I can't bear to toss ‘em, even though they’re aged and worn.

Two of my dearest treasures are Mama Marg’s gifts she gave to all her children in the 1990s.  The sea-faring New England village collection symbolizes our love of the ocean and childhood growing up on the Connecticut coast; the fabric crèche she sewed for her four adult children reminds us of the reason for the season and dad's deep faith.

These gifts tug at my heart when I pull them from the attic.  It's a profound sadness from missing Mama mixed with joy in feeling her love again as I handle each piece. 

But we still channel Mama and Granny Chris in cookies we bake.  My sugar cookies are never as tasty as theirs, so I switch to easier drop-chocolate concoctions.  We’re also perfecting our version of MIL Rae-Jean’s peanut brittle. We're blessed she still cranks out yummy batches for the family each Christmas.

​New Traditions

​As much as we love drawing from the past, JM and I started our own tradition with Christmas villages, Yule-time porcelain miniatures that glow from tiny lights tucked inside them.  

At last count, we had more than 100 buildings, figures, and snow-capped accessories. (We finally stopped buying villages because there was no room for more.)  Sprinkled throughout our home, these holiday towns glow warm and welcoming in long December nights. 

Last season, we combined smaller villages into one huge city on the dining room table and encircled them with JM's  train layout.  

​Yes, we gladly eat during the hols while holding dishes on our laps.  Food takes second place to watching Christmas trains whistle by in our home  <winking here.> 
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Following a 21st-century tradition started a few years back, I'm unplugging from my blog and social media during the holidays, taking time off from 13 December until 12 January to be with family and friends.   

This season, I’m gentling my heart and wrapping my soul around how our family has changed these last years: 

Missing more dear ones. 

Reconciling that I’m nearing "eldest member status" in my family’s orbit. 

​Wondering how it all went by so fast.

​Most important, embracing our next generation, now grown with little ones of their own and new traditions to discover. 

Wishing you and yours
all the warmth and joys
​of the holidays
and of YOUR traditions new and old. 

... Travel safe.  
... Stay sweet. 
... Catch you in 2018!

*Your Turn*
If you celebrate the season, what's your favorite holiday tradition?  How did it start? Please share in the comment section.

For more holiday smiles and inspiration, please visit my #Gr8blog pals below.  If you blog and want to tag on, just add the family-friendly link to your post in the comments section. We’ll visit and give you some blog love!
*  K. Lamb 
   The Smells of Christmas
*  Rebecca Lindsey 
   These are a Few of My Favorite Things 
*  James Milson
   Christmas Trains
*  Rosie Russell
   Holiday Family Meals
​*  Sandra Bennett
   Christmas Down Under with Gingerbread Aliens

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