This review is for Eight Keys to a Better Me: Character Development for Young People by William J. Briggs, Ed. D.
The cover and title of this.booyrk are decieving. I expected this to be a higher level book for either young adults because the title says "young people" and I and I am a young person. This book is for young children. An adult can still learn from this book but it's geared more toward elementary school children.
The illustrations were cute and I really liked the poem on the back.
The poem is called The Sculptor, which I can relate to.
The Sculptor - Author Unknown
I took a piece of plastic clay And idly fashioned it, one day And as fingers pressed it, still it moved and yielded to my will.
I came again, when days were passed, That bit of clay, was hard at last, The form I gave it, still it bore, And I could change that form no more.
Then I took a piece of LIVING clay And gently formed it, day by day, And molded with the power and art, A young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again, when years were gone, It was a man I looked upon. He still thst early empress bore, And I could change it, nevermore.… (more)
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The cover and title of this.booyrk are decieving. I expected this to be a higher level book for either young adults because the title says "young people" and I and I am a young person. This book is for young children. An adult can still learn from this book but it's geared more toward elementary school children.
The illustrations were cute and I really liked the poem on the back.
The poem is called The Sculptor, which I can relate to.
The Sculptor - Author Unknown
I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it, one day
And as fingers pressed it, still
it moved and yielded to my will.
I came again, when days were passed,
That bit of clay, was hard at last,
The form I gave it, still it bore,
And I could change that form no more.
Then I took a piece of LIVING clay
And gently formed it, day by day,
And molded with the power and art,
A young child's soft and yielding heart.
I came again, when years were gone,
It was a man I looked upon.
He still thst early empress bore,
And I could change it, nevermore.… (more)