Books with author Steven Schnur

When letters begin sliding off the pages of the books in Mrs. Popham's library, her elementary school embarks on an adventure in creativity that forever changes the way the students think about reading and writing.With classes suspended, everyone from the principal to the janitor gathers together to confront the mysterious problem and decide what to do about the mountain of type heaped upon the library floor.Julius suggests pasting each of the countless letters back in place, Rodney treats them like autumn leaves, several girls take to wearing them on their cheeks, and little Leonard laments the disappearance of his two favorite books, the ones he borrows every Friday.In a sudden burst of inspiration, the bewildered Mrs. Popham invites the students to create their own books from the scattered letters, precipitating an explosion of interest in the library, in books, and in the limitless creativity of the school's most colorful characters. Reading will never be the same in Mrs. Popham's library.

Each night before she goes to bed, Melinda counts the lights. Beginning with one, the night-light on her wall, she counts up to twenty airplanes. But she doesn't stop there! In ever greater panoramic sweeps, her imagination carries her farther and farther away from her home as she reaches big numbers such as fifty, one hundred, one thousand, all the way up to one million and the most distant lights of all - the stars in the sky. With a simple, poetic text and luminous artwork, Steven Schnur and Stacey Schuett have carried the counting book to new numerical heights.

It begins with a warm wind late at night sighing through the hemlock trees, swaying branches and shaking loose the heavy snow that fell all day... As the sun rises slowly over the farmlands, subtle signs of spring begin to emerge. From thin streams of melted snow-water snaking down the windowpanes, to newborn lambs nestled in a mound of sun-warmed hay, to red-budded maple trees swollen with rising sap, the beauty of a world awakening from winter is revealed in stirring detail. Lyrical prose by author Steven Schnur is in perfect harmony with Stacey Schuett's warm, luminous paintings, celebrating the arrival of spring and the energy and renewal it brings.Illustrated by Stacey Schuett

That dream again-the clanging, clattering donkey, the gypsy peddler, the storm-then waking in a pool of sweat, panting, panic-stricken, disoriented, still hearing the sound of his own terror-filled voice shouting Mama!" as lightning flashed and cold rain coursed down his tear-streaked face, soaking his hair, his shirt, his shoes. He was lost! His heart raced, his breath came in spasmodic gulps. There was no Mama. Mama was dead! And somehow it was his fault!"No, it was just a dream, just a terrible dream. He was not that child, not anymore, not now as he peered through the steamy summer darkness seeking reassurance. Where was he? His sleep-saturated brain told him he was floating on a cloud surrounded by fluttering, filmy waves, flickering lamps, twinkling dots of distant light, and just there, almost directly overhead, a great white beacon drawing him upwards. Was this heaven? Was that beacon Mama? Don't be silly! It was the moon, and there, her back turned to him, lay Evie, and beyond her Papa and Mama Vera and the girls, all sleeping soundly on the crowded fire escape."-from the Prologue to Sleepy Hollow.Plagued by feelings of guilt over the death of his mother, intimidated by the foreignness and pace of life in America, the young immigrant protagonist of this novel, set in New York City's Lower East Side at the turn of the last century, finds unexpected redemption in the landscape and language of a literary classic from his adopted home.