Wait, what the heck is going on in that Goffstein poem? Is that a true story about Esther Hautzig and the Newbery, and is the statue of Elizabeth Riley I have in my heart crumbling as we speak?

Time for me to run and out and get The Endless Steppe which I've somehow missed. Thanks for this and for the oh so intriguing links.

The SLJ tribute is moving. The Goffstein, perplexing.

Roger Sutton tends to know all the good old gossip; I'm interested on his take about the Goffstein poem.

I read The Endless Steppe several times in my childhood, and I think I need to reread it again.

Count me in on being utterly puzzled by the Goffstein poem.

Huh. Weird. I was introduced to Esther Hautzig in Jean Little's short essay "About Feeling Jewish" included in her collection Hey World, Here I Am! It lists the Endless Steppe and I went right out and read it - amazing.

I read the Endless step when I was young, I've never been so hunry in my life. Thanks

Also Hungry

Here too with the hungry.

I need to reread The Endless Steppe -- it gets lumped together in my memory with Summer of My German Soldier and When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit -- aka the holy trinity of books Bat-Mitzvah-aged Jewish girls were forced to read. (Anne Frank, too, of course, but she DIED so that was on a whole other trauma level.) I know I liked all three books but don't remember the specifics. I should revisit them now, as a mother to Jewish girls who will require traumatization, in the tradition of our people.

I first read Endless Step as a 13 year old, nearly 2 decades ago. The book still holds pride of place on my shelf next to When Hitler stle Pink Rabbit. and it is one of those stories that stays with you forever, especially the words 'that night the 3 of us cried for our dead'. A few moments ago the story popped into my head so I typed it into google and I found out that she died just a few days ago. The world has lost an amazing writer.