Crea Digi Animales / Draw Thumb Animals

Provides instructions on making drawings of various characters, including a family, athletes, and musicians, by adding faces, hair, clothing, and other details to finger and thumbprints.

Knowing how to listen is essential to learning, growing, and getting along with others. This gentle, encouraging book introduces and explains what listening means, why it’s important, and how to listen well. Realistic examples and inviting full-color illustrations bring the concepts to life. The focus throughout is on the positive results of being a good listener. Made to be read aloud, this book also includes a special section for adults, with ways to reinforce the skills being taught, questions to invite lively discussion, and listening games to play. Now children and adults can enjoy our ...

'De entre las grietas' es una historia en la que las palabras marcan el tiempo que pasa en las calles de Santa Marta. Una historia de amor. Y de muerte. Y de olvido. Y de viajeros que vienen de paso. Porque la chica flor regresará mañana, o pasado, siempre que no escuche el click de las farolas cuando se encienden...

This is a story of three characters--Noah, Joyce, and the anonymous narrator--as each leave their far-flung birthplaces to follow their own personal songs of migration. All three end up in Montreal, each on his or her voyage of selfdiscovery, each compelled to deal with the mishaps of heartbreak and the twisted branches of their shared family tree. Filled with humor, charm, and marvelous storytelling, this novel links cartography, garbage-obsessed archeologists, pirates past and present, a mysterious book with no cover, and a broken compass whose needle obstinately points to the Aleutian...

El fuego también purifica. La ausencia llena de luz la oscuridad de los recuerdos. Esa flama que ilumina el insomnio cuando ardo en silencio bajo la sábana. Calienta menos el amor que el desconsuelo. La combustión de la pérdida prende tanto el deseo, como los carbones que deja el relámpago después del miedo. En mi jardín de piedras, fui necio jardinero que aprendió a nombrar la noche, palpando las espinas del tiempo. Fue el incendio de las rosas el que me hizo elegir el fuego. R. N.