Welcome to the Stone Soup Honor Roll! We receive hundreds of submissions every month by kids from around the world. Unfortunately, we can’t publish all the great work we receive. So we created the Stone Soup Honor Roll. We commend all of these talented writers and artists and encourage them to keep creating. – The Editors Scroll down to see all the names (alphabetical by section), including book reviewers and artists. ART Brianna Collins, 10 Enzo Moscola, 13 MEMOIR Cameron Arias, 12 Ruby Harrison, 11 Elizabeth Hryshchuk, 11 Romy Moseley, 11 Dan Pelleg, 11 Lexi Roper, 12 Angela Yan, 12 POETRY Janelle Adamson, 8 Damyan Drofych, 7 Shivanshi Dutt, 13 Paraskeva Krisko, 9 Ava Luangkesorn, 7 Hannah Thomas, 11 PLAYS Shaivi Moparthi, 13 STORIES Emanuel A. Francis, 10 Gigi Hulbert, 12 Miya Lin, 11 Gavin Liu, 12 Sabrina Lu, 12 Quinn Smith, 11 Anushka Trivedi, 11 Grace Vincent, 10 Noah Xia, 9
October 2022
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From the Stone Soup Blog A Review of The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea Every year, May is celebrated as AAPI Month in honor of the Asian American and Pacific Islanders who have contributed to the world. With popular reading platforms like Goodreads publishing lists of AAPI authors, the month has been a lovely whirlwind of new #ownvoices books topping my to-be-read list. Through it all, the one that has completely taken my breath away is a Korean-coded fantasy debut to the beat of Miyazaki’s Spirited Away. The gorgeous cover of Axie Oh’s The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea depicts Mina, a young girl whose role has never yet been the protagonist. The loveliest girl in her village is Shim Cheong, but Cheong’s beauty is as much of a blessing as it is a curse—every year, a girl bride is sacrificed to the Sea God in hopes of satiating the deadly storms that sweep the land. Legend says that only the Sea God’s true bride will calm the floods forever. Beautiful Cheong is set to be the annual sacrifice, but there is one problem: she loves Mina’s brother. To save her brother’s beloved, Mina jumps into the sea as a sacrifice instead, becoming the reckless heroine of her own story. In the watery depths, she enters the Spirit Realm, where spirits and creatures and gods abound. But nothing is as it seems. As Mina tries to figure out why the Sea God is causing so many storms in the human world, her soul is stolen. From there, Mina must venture through a world of magic and lost stories and vengeful gods to seek answers about the Sea God, lest she become a spirit forever. This book painted one of the lushest, most breathtaking settings I have ever had the pleasure to immerse myself in. Axie Oh brought the fascinating world of the Spirit Realm to life with such a detailed hand that I could feel the flurry of spirits, smell vendors’ candies and desserts, see the gilded palaces and gardens. I loved the Korean culture incorporated into the book, from the twist on the tale of Shim Cheong to the Red String of Fate. There was something about the aesthetic of the book that felt wholly comforting. Perhaps what I adored most were the themes. At first, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Mina; she seemed like yet another perfect Mary Sue heroine, the clean-cut, selfless kind of girl about as real as a unicorn. As the book progressed, though, I began to see her flaws: her fear, her doubt, but her unwavering filial piety triumphing nevertheless. Mina stayed strong because of and for her family, which I deeply admired; it was steeped in the book’s Asian roots and ideologies, untarnished by romance or ulterior motives. Flashbacks to her grandmother’s wonder and storytelling ability were wonderfully written and executed. Even when Mina was struggling, she sought to comfort others and wove stories like her grandmother’s that were more magical than anything in the Spirit Realm. Mina was wise beyond her years and wielded her vulnerabilities like knives, which is the bravest thing of all. You can read the rest of April’s review on our website. About the Stone Soup Blog We publish original work—writing, art, book reviews, multimedia projects, and more—by young people on the Stone Soup Blog. You can read more posts by young bloggers, and find out more about submitting a blog post, here: https://stonesoup.com/stone-soup-blog/.
Night
As I lay in my bed in the dark of the night when the world silently sleeps, the trees rest and the sun grows dim and the gleaming light of the moon casts a shine over the night-stained pond. The poor old whip-poor-will rests from his journey to bask in the light of the stars and the Moon-woman brushes past with a sudden sort of solemnness, dabbing the tips of the grass with a silvery frost and leaving a diamond-like dewdrop in the center of every flower. The night is a gift to be enjoyed. Windowpanes greet the stray leaves rapping against them. The wind paints an invisible picture through the air whistling its way through, raindrops adorning the leaves of the white oak tree like star-studded ornaments, the frozen silver drops clinking together like chimes on a porch falling victim to the wind. The pattering like little footsteps. The night is a song to be listened to. The wind carries the subtle smell of fresh grass, of the just-wet mud, and the aromatic wildflowers adorning the side of the field like jewels on a crown, and the sleeping willow—the freshness of soft, sleeping nature. The night is a fragrance whose scent is rarely recognized, but it is the sweetest smell for those who realize it. The round, glass orb of the moon, shrouded by wispy gray clouds, too shy to show its face. The clouds, like gentle, lavender-grey tufts of cotton candy, inviting you to fly amongst them. The stars, like pieces of hope chipped off of dreams themselves. You let the night slowly, and silently, rock you to sleep, and fall into the sound of the rain.
