The Louisiana Center for the Book in the State Library of Louisiana is announcing the 2013 winners in the annual Letters About Literature contest. This year, 498 fourth- through 10th-grade Louisiana students wrote personal letters to authors, living or dead, from any genre explaining how what they read changed the students’ way of thinking about the world or themselves.
The Louisiana winners of the competition from throughout the state are listed below.
Level I (grades 4 – 6)
1st Place: Alexis Laster, Crawford Elementary School, Arcadia
2nd Place: Adrianna Hawkins, Creekside Junior High, Pearl River
3rd Place: Brailyn King, Northwestern Middle School, Zachary
Level II (grades 7 – 8)
1st Place: Story Frantzen, Episcopal School of Acadiana, Broussard
2nd Place: Mathilda Meyer, Lusher Charter Middle School, New Orleans
3rd Place: Tresaundra Roberson, Lusher Charter Middle School, New Orleans
Level III (grades 9 – 12)
1st Place: Catherine Dunlap, Dunlap Academy, Walker
2nd Place: Logan Buras, St. Paul’s School, Covington
3rd Place: Michael Seenappa, St. Paul’s School, Covington
State winners will be recognized at the Louisiana Book Festival on Nov. 2. Winners will be awarded $100 for first place, $75 for second place and $50 for third place, made possible by a Library of Congressgrant. Louisiana’s first place winners’ entries were submitted to the Library of Congress for the national competition.
To see a list of all state finalists and read the winners’ letters, visit www.state.lib.la.us. Letters About Literature was presented in partnership with the Louisiana Writing Project.
1st, 2nd and 3rd Place Letters
Level I - 1st Place
Grades 4 – 6
Dear Gary Paulson,
I’m going to tell you how your book has changed my life. Now, after reading your book Hatchet, I look at three things differently. First, is the way I now look at the woods. At night time when I ride my trusty, lightning fast bike, I get strange feelings that I’m being watched by man-eating, hungry, starving animals. Or hunters that think I’m a prancing deer. It scares me to be watched secretly.
Next, Hatchet has also given me great tips to do if I’m ever in Brian’s position. If I were ever lost in the woods, now I would definitely look for berries. Maybe even some great tasting fruit. I would drink the berry or fruit juice. Also, of course a shelter as well.
Last but not least, the way I observe the wild. I wasn’t thinking about how hungry animals could kill me. Danger is everywhere. You are almost never safe. But Brian went through pain, guilt, and sadness. He still survived. This is how Hatchet has changed my life forever.
Level I - 2nd Place
Grades 4 – 6
Dear Cynthia Lord,
I am Adrianna Hawkins. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading your book, Rules. It has made me realize that even though I have a hard time with my brother, there are other people in the world who have bigger struggles, such as paying for food.
I was very surprised to find out about me after reading this book was that I wanted to be an author that writes books about kids with special needs. I want to write the books from their point of view so readers can picture the struggles some people have, like my brother. Rules showed me that my brother is a huge part of my world. The book reminded me of the struggles he will face and the struggles I will have to overcome with him because of his sensory processing disorder such as holding a pen. Your book made me think about my life and the obstacles we will have to overcome. It has made a huge impact on my life. I realize that my brother needs help with many things soon to come, like reading. I know now that I need to help him with my best effort. I would like to help every person that is going through something like this, including my brother.
Level I – 3rd Place
Grades 4 - 6
Dear Mr. Patterson,
Hi! I love your book Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment. It really shows how cruel the world can be. But you really need to look close to find where it’s at. Like global warming, child abuse, and children soldiers. Most people would never look twice about it unless it ever had anything to do with their daily lives. But if you brought it to their attention they would probably try and help.
Sometimes I wonder what I could do to help; sometimes I mean child soldiers are all the way in Africa and I already recycle and stuff like that but I really wonder what I could do. I don’t have wings or powers or whatever. I’m really just normal. They’re not really anything different about me. I’m a short kind of chubby, wild haired random kid. Nothing ever different happens to me. All my days blur together just me going through the motions. Wake up, get ready, wait for bus, go to my classes, go back home, go to sleep, and the cycle starts over. So if I did or said anything 9 times out of 10 no one would even look my way.
I understand that there will never be a happily ever after. I wish life could be like books I’ve read where we could battle global warming or child abuse or whatever and win; then it would never come back again. But life just isn’t like that; there will always be problems and the world will never be perfect. But if someone actually did something worth doing instead of writing a stupid song that will help, then perhaps we could have a better world! Then we could actually get somewhere in life.
Level II – 1st Place
Grades 7 – 8
Dear John Bul Dau,
Your autobiography, Lost Boy, Lost Girl, influenced many of my thoughts since I read your perilous and moving story. In your book, you elaborately explained the brutality of war. When I read your book, I had to keep telling myself that it wasn’t fiction, because the story itself seemed too saddening to be true.
I’m thirteen years old, which is the same age as you were, Mr. Dau, when your village was bombed. I used to think my life was hard because everybody in my home town of New Orleans evacuated from a hurricane and we never got to go home. When I read in your book about a world where children like me had to flee from their villages without their families during a war, it made my problems look trivial.
When I had to leave home, I got to evacuate in an air-conditioned mini-van with my family and some of my favorite things to get away from a very bad storm. You fled from your village in Sudan to Ethiopia on foot just to find a place to be safe from killing and bloodshed. Then, Ethiopia became unsafe so you and thousands of other lost boys and girls were forced to move again.
You had no idea what was coming, but we got time to evacuate and plan for it. You walked out of your country on foot, but I got to stay in my country in a new house that was not near as nice as what I had, but it was at least a safe place to be. I used to think I felt lost, but when I think about it, I always knew I had some kind of safety and direction. I always had my family around me to help guide me to some destination that might be unknown, but I knew we had a direction and a destination somewhere. You did not have such a luxury.
After reading your book, I considered more closely the idea of wars. Many times in war, people don’t understand what they are destroying, or who they are thoughtlessly murdering, and the worst part of war is that the country declaring war usually is just killing for power or money. In your case, you were very young and likely did not understand the politics behind the war, yet you had to experience your own friends being gunned down and killed by diseases. For you to have witnessed these kinds of encounters must have taken a lot of courage and bravery to continue moving, especially without your parents to guide you. You then chose to relive all of your misery by writing about what you had to endure during those years of war so that others like me might understand what your country and people went through.
Your book made me appreciate my hardships. I know my problems past, present, and future will never amount to what you and the people of Sudan had to endure for so many years in exile. My idea of a common everyday problem would be forgetting to do my homework, whereas you had to worry every day about being killed by war, starvation or disease. When bad things happen, I don’t want to keep thinking about them; I want to forget them and move on. However, you had the courage to suffer the terrible events that transpired again by writing this amazing book, which helps me understand that healing and moving on often mean going backwards to face your pain and share it with others. Without your pain that you suffered and relived to share with us, society could not begin to listen and help others who need aid just to live in this world.
Before reading your book, if I would have ever been in your position, I don’t know if I would have had the strength to go on; but one of the lessons you taught me so many times throughout the book is that you have to keep going, and you can’t give up. Ever. You also helped me discover within myself the idea that I can’t get stuck in being lost because I might miss the opportunity of being found. Thank you for writing such a wonderful book.
Level II – 2nd Place
Grades 7 – 8
Mr. Stephen Chbosky,
I’m a teenager, and when you get to this age, you start wondering who your real friends are and what friendship even means. You also start to wonder about how so many people, and animals, around you are hurting. Friendship, to me, means that you stick up for your peers in every way. I have so many amazing friends and we stick up for each other a lot. For example, my friend was abused at home as a child and she now lives with her grandparents. I helped her by being one of her best friends and hanging out with her a lot, because that was what she needed. A friend. That’s what Charlie, in The Perks of Being a Wallflower, needed, too. You always need a friend to be with and spend time with, and it was great when Sam and Patrick gave him their love and friendship. After reading your book, I felt more empathy for people that were hurt by something or had been bullied.
When I was in second grade, I moved to a new school and I was the new kid, like Charlie when he started high school and didn’t have any friends. I was bullied by the other kids at my school because I didn’t do things or wear things like they did and I didn’t really have any friends until the second week of school. One day a girl came up to me and introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Katherine, who are you?” I smiled and said that my name is Mathilda. After that I made many more friends, but also lost some on the way, the same way Charlie lost Michael.
One of my friends when I was younger, Abby Shaw Nalty, died two years ago in an ATV accident on November 27, 2010. She was an amazing girl and she had the best personality ever. I love her so much and I miss her to death. I guess that must be how Charlie felt when he lost his friend Michael. Even though Abby’s death wasn’t suicide, I definitely cried about it, and I still do cry about it sometimes.
Also like Charlie, I made older friends. For instance, when Charlie goes to the football game at his school, Patrick openly welcomes him even though he is much older. That’s like the time I went to a play and I didn’t know anyone. I was scared because I was there alone. However, as I walked in, one of my 11th grade friends came up to me and offered me a seat next to her. I was so happy that the older kids would welcome another, younger, kid to hang out with them. Even if it was only to go see a play.
“You’re not alone, together we stand, I’ll be by your side, you know I’ll take your hand. When it gets cold, and it feels like the end, there’s no place to go you know I won’t give in.”–Avril Lavigne. This quote is really meaningful and it relates a lot to how Charlie, Sam, and Patrick acted towards each other. They all stood up for each other and had a lot of fun. There were a lot of times in the book where Charlie’s friends really stick up for him. Once when Charlie got invited to a party, Bob gave him brownies that had drugs in it and Sam made him a milkshake when he was high and asked for one. And the other time when he kissed Sam over his girlfriend, Mary-Elizabeth, at a truth or dare game, Patrick went out with him after the ordeal and tried to comfort and humor him. These two instances in the book are the best models of real friendship.
I was so deeply touched by your book and I will definitely read it over and over again. I never think that anybody should be alone and sad when they are in school and out. I also learned to never take your friends for granted. Friends are forever and you never want to jeopardize that.
Level II – 3rd Place
Grades 7 – 8
Dear John Howard Griffin:
“Until the philosophy which hold one race superior and another inferior is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned…Everything is war. Me say war. That until they’re no longer 1st class and 2nd class citizens of any nation…Until the color of a man’s skin is of no more significance than the color of his eyes, me say war. That until the basic human rights are equally guaranteed to all without regard to race me say war!” This quote by Bob Marley adds light to the end of the tunnel. Your autobiography, Black Like Me, has changed the way I think about the world. You’ve made me not only think about the injustice suffered by different races, but genders, politics, religion, and ranks in social class as well. It’s heart-wrenching to know that you’re judged based upon your exterior, instead of the person you are on the inside. I can personally relate to the hardships placed upon African Americans in your book. I have experienced prejudice living in New Orleans. Instead of it being just black vs. white, it’s also black vs. black, which is confusing. Most people would think in a time of struggle you would at least support your own race, but what I realized is that they try to tear you down more than help build you up. The only nationality that we can agree upon is being part of mankind.
Being from New Orleans, a southern part of the United States, racism is sometimes very common. A big part of the way of operation for some white families is that blacks are the inferior scum compared to their superior boot. It would be difficult to be part of one of their families because they’re taught from many past generations that we are ghetto, that we’re not well educated, and that we would bring shame or lessen their family name just by being their friend. I am tired of being stereotyped! It’s aggravating sitting next to a white person listen to a black person say something dumb and “Black people,” with a sigh, as if that one person consists of the entire population. Then, you turn and face them, then when they notice, they say, “No offense.” Yet you’re expected not be offended, because you’re one of the few smart African Americans in your class. It’s like you’re partially considered to be on their side because you’re smart, yet you’re not fully within their “clique” because of the color boundary.
Being raised as a Catholic, I believe God created us equally, just in different forms of his image. Just because we are created equally doesn’t mean that we are the same type of people. One person might be a pro in sports, while the other excels in core academics. One person may live in a mansion, while the other is homeless. A girl might be Jewish while a boy is Muslim. The reasons should cease to exist because we’re individualized by what makes us unique, not by the flaws you have.
Color is the boundary that prevents us from uniting as one. Honestly, in my preference we’re no different shades on a plate, we’re people. I am not a color, I am a person! You don’t call a Mexican orange or a Persian tan. They are recognized by their nationality, not a color. What is that I’m labeled “black,” a “n*****,” or a “negro”? Why is it that a Caucasian is labeled as a “white person,” or a “cracker”? Being white or black isn’t a race. If I and a Caucasian were to get our blood tested it would only tell our blood type, not our color. To me, this is still a discreet way of segregation, still recognized on standardized tests; they have the following: African American/Black, Caucasian/White.
I admire the risks you took posing as a “colored” person, through your travel in the South. I could only image how difficult it must have been to see the filthy restrooms, torn up books and no air-conditioning within the school facilities, hospitalization, and the treatment of African Americans compared to Caucasians. It’s amazing to see how concerned you were with this subject, and astonishing how you risked endangering you and your family to find answers to your questions. To me, you took matters into your own hands to see “which side is truly greener,” which is commended by me.
In previous years at other schools, I was either judged by the Caucasians or by the African Americans. For the Caucasians at my old school, it made their blood boil to see an African American on their level and sometimes excelling beyond them. Yet I was judged by other African Americans for being “too white.” They disliked that I spoke properly at school and considered me the “teacher’s pet” because I made good grades and stayed to myself when gossip was going around.
In third grade, I was cursed at simply for a Caucasian boy’s hatred of African Americans. One day, my father was walking out of a grocery store, and a little Caucasian boy, no more than the age of five, identified him as a “n*****.” Through this book you helped me fully appreciate my race based upon the hardships of my ancestors. After reading the book, I’ve realized how far my people have really come to allow me to have the better life that I live today. By you writing this book, you’ve allowed me to reflect on how it has changed my mentality of race. Now when I look in the mirror, I not only see a reflection, but the future of tomorrow!
Level III – 1st Place
Grades 9 – 12
Ever since my Dad read The Magician’s Nephew aloud to me, even before I could read, I was hooked on your books. Since then, I have devoured The Chronicles of Narnia (several times), the space trilogy, and The Great Divorce;but it was not until two summers ago that I read your best fictional story, Till We Have Faces. Although the first time I thoroughly disliked the book (except for the sword fight), it proved to be a turning point for me—it was almost like learning to read all over again.
Actually, I was rather slow learning to read at first—not from lack of ability, but from lack of desire. In other words, I was extremely stubborn about it. Sure, I could learn to read, but why should I? Of what use was it? I refused to listen to my parents’ explanations (which my 8-year-old mind found absurd), maintaining that reading was useless and a waste of time, with so many literate adults around.
I held this position until one fateful night when curiosity overcame obstinance, one fateful night when I discovered the most lauded form of entertainment today – recreational reading. My friends were all going crazy; they would talk of nothing but Disney’s The Little Mermaid and the new Ariel Polly Pockets they were collecting. I had never seen the movie of which they spoke so animatedly, but it sounded wonderfully exciting. Unfortunately, we didn’t own it, which meant I would probably never see it. However, I soon discovered that I owned a book of fables and faerie-tales for second-graders—a book that included the original tale of The Little Mermaid. Excited, I plopped down one night in front of the nightlight (when I was supposed to be in bed, no doubt), opened the pages with their bold 24-point print, and eagerly watched the story unfold in a magical kingdom under the sea.
I was amazed. I had just read a story—on my own!—without being told. And it was fun. I knew what happened to Ariel now. I was still mystified and a bit horrified that my friends were so enthusiastic about the tale, but that was likely because I had read the non-Disney version—the real version, where the mer-princess dies.
So began my love of reading, in spite of the tragedy of Ariel’s death. I loved being swept off into different worlds and going on adventures I would never have at home. In a few months, I had devoured the Magic Tree House and Trixie Belden books and was working on Nancy Drew. Reading was fun—I loved it—but I revolted if someone attempted to ask me questions about what I read. “Reading comprehension questions” were my worst nightmare—and later, they were joined by the papers. Having to stammer out on paper an entire paragraph or—heaven forbid!—two paragraphs about what I learn from so-and-so was torment. This dislike of expressing anything about my reading—partly due to stubbornness—continued through middle school. It was not, however, due entirely to obstinance; often I simply didn’t know what to say. When quizzed about a work, I could confidently say whether I liked it or not, but when asked why, I was clueless.
It was in such a state that I began to read your book. Little did I know that I was to have another Little Mermaid-type realisation along the way. I began it with trembling, for I was reading in preparation for Omnibus, that killer six-year course that rhymes with ominous and is the Latin word for ‘everything.’ My mother signed me up for it without my knowledge or consent—my consent, which she knew she would never have obtained. The best description of the course is “a book club for classical literature—with exams.” The three main teaching methods? Discussion, reading comprehension and papers. In other words, pure torment. Till We Have Faces was the first book on the list; and, just as when I learned to read, I went in kicking and screaming (figuratively).
I admit—the first time I read your work (it took me about four hours—I was known for being a very fast reader), it made no sense. I dislike it intensely. It was confusing, did not have a satisfactory ending—and Bardia and the Fox died! But as class wore on, I read it again (this took three days). Suddenly I began to see what the teacher was talking about. Your book, as one called it, is a “multilayered cake”; and for the first time I began to taste those layers instead of gulping down the story whole.
It was when I realized the difference between Orual and Psyche’s love—how Orual devours those she loves like the goddess Ungit she abhors—that something clicked.
I saw how in the world today most love is selfish like Orual’s; and through this, I learned of a love that is selfless. I saw how man is born in the house of Ungit and has to find his way out; and until he does, he will be a greedy, faceless, devouring creature. I saw how Psyche’s lack of faith in the god of the mountain brought about her downfall—and I could talk about it. I could confidently answer a question on the matter—no, I could write a paper on it! How wonderful it was to be able to take something from a book and apply it to my life! This was a turning point, another Little Mermaid moment in my life. Reading became no longer merely an escape, but a way to learn and think.
Since then, I have re-read Till We Have Faces twice. The first time it took three weeks; the second took three months. Each time I’ve gleamed something new from it. Your book has slowed my overall reading pace enormously—because now when I read, I’m thinking, pondering the ideas in the work. It’s been my most important skill as a scholar—and as a living, breathing, thinking person in general.
Thank you, Mr. Lewis, for writing such a complex, many-layered book. Without it, I may not have been jarred into this realisation. Your book totally changed my view of reading, and of thinking in general. Now it is one of my favourite books. I’ve gone from merely “liking” or “not liking” books to knowing why I like or dislike them. Thank you for making me think. Thank you for giving me access to the great ideas of mankind that are hidden in print. Thank you for changing my life.
Level III – 2nd Place
Grades 9 – 12
Dear Rudy Ruettiger,
I have always loved football, but I have always been a lot smaller than everybody else on the field. I am a pretty athletic kid; but my pituitary gland doesn’t function like other kids, and I have to take shots every day. Like you, I need to remain motivated at all times and never let my physical stature override my heart. That became a lot harder this past year, but your autobiography [Rudy: My Story] gave me the extra incentive to persevere through some tough times.
My family decided that it was in my best interest to switch schools to one of the most competitive schools in the state. I am very shy, and I was extremely nervous about leaving behind all of my friends. Although I would be the smallest kid on the team, my family encouraged me to try out for my high school football team if I wanted to. The team was the number one ranked team in the state, and hadn’t lost a district game in years. My initial goal was just to make the team and some friends because I didn’t have any at my new school.
I felt like I was living your life walking down that same path of obstacles. I quickly realized that it wasn’t going to be easy being the smallest guy in a big man’s game. I got beat up everyday. I felt like I was the designated tackling dummy on the scout team. Many of the seniors would have bets on who could make me fly back the most yards on any given play. The record was 9 yards, but most averaged seven. Although I was five foot nothing, and hundred and nothing, I continued to take my medication and decided to stay on the team.
I found inspiration in your words. I connected with the way that you set a personal goal and persevered at Notre Dame. You made friends and influenced people. Although you were small in size, other players found strength in you because of the size of your heart. I made up my mind to have an all-star heart, even if I wasn’t an all-star player.
I never missed practice. I always cheered for my teammates, and I understood when I didn’t get to play because the games were too close. I always asked my coach to put me in the game. When the last game of the season was played, I was determined to prove myself to all of the teammates, family, and friends (yes, I made a lot of friends) who supported me. In the fourth quarter of the last game, my coach gave me an opportunity to play safety. I got my chance!
As I ran out on the field thoughts spun around in my head. I thought of my responsibilities on the field, and looked across at the extremely tall guy I was covering. Apparently the other team saw a small guy go onto the field, because they immediately attacked my side of the field. When the ball was snapped, a receiver ran down the center of the field straight towards me. I knew what I had to do. I turned and ran after him!
He was faster than me, and began to separate. I kept on running. He was taller than me, and jumped higher than me when the ball was thrown. Rather than slow down by jumping, I decided to keep running. That decision paid off. As soon as the receiver caught the pass, I hit him as hard as I could. My hit did not actually knock him down, but I held on and slowed him down long enough for a few of my teammates to finish him off. A touchdown scoring pass averted!
As I walked back to the huddle, I heard the announcer say “Touchdown saving tackle by Number 45, Logan Buras!” It was the first time that I heard my name on the loudspeaker. I felt great. As I came off the field, my coach and a lot of my teammates congratulated me. I was so happy that I actually contributed on the field!
Today, my dad will still mention that tackle and I cannot stop myself from smiling. It was after I was in the car riding home that I remembered your book and how you made a sack for Notre Dame on your last play. I was in the same circumstances as you, and because I never quit, I was successful. I had always wondered how you felt, and now I know. Thanks for sharing your inspiring story!
Level III –3rd Place
Grades 9 – 12
Dear Ms. Lee,
I want to tell you how much To Kill a Mockingbird has taught me since I read it several years ago. Few books have taught me moral lessons and inspired me to live a more courageous life as this book has. Before reading it, it didn’t seem real to me that one person could stand up to an entire society, especially one that is so judgmental and tight-knit, to do what he believes is right. Atticus Finch, however, makes me believe it is possible. His moral center is so strong that it seems impossible for him to do anything other than what he does.
The book also taught me just how courageous his decisions are because it shows me how deeply prejudice affects a society. I had been aware of it, but I didn’t realize how intense it had been in the South and how stratified the culture was on so many levels. I’ve learned over time that that kind of division wasn’t exclusive to the South, but because I am from the South myself and recognized other aspects of the culture it helped me to understand—or really feel—what it would be like to grow up in such a place. That makes Atticus and his choices seem much more real.
The book taught me to be true to myself, and to those who mean the most to me. Atticus knows that his most important job is to be a role model to his children and influence them even if he doesn’t change his town as a whole, or even win his case. Winning isn’t always what matters most, and it really shouldn’t be. Atticus demonstrates that the fear of losing shouldn’t deter us from supporting the right cause, and it has inspired me to try to do the same thing in my own life.
The most important thing I learned about myself while reading To Kill a Mockingbird is that I think in Atticus Finch’s position I would have made the same decision that he did. It surprised me to realize that I would, but the case of Tom Robinson is so clear and unjust that I don’t really think I could have done anything else and live with myself. It may be wishful thinking to believe I would make such a morally courageous choice, but if I knew everything about the case and had dedicated myself to upholding justice and the law, there doesn’t seem to be any other alternative. The situation demands it, and it is an important life lesson to understand that I will face such situations in my own life. To Kill a Mockingbird inspires me to face them.
|Letters About Literature finalists|
|SCHOOL OR LIBRARY||NAME||AUTHOR WRITTEN TO|
|Baton Rouge International School, Baton Rouge||Isabella Hewitt||Allie Condie|
|Baton Rouge International School, Baton Rouge||Maile Braden||Norton Juster|
|Buckeye High School, Deville||Emily Pentz||J.K. Rowling|
|Buckeye High School, Deville||Shelby Brundige||Kimberly Willis Holt|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Rachel Leese||Natalie Babbit|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Adley Bunch||Jenny Han|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Anthony Voiers||Harry Mazer|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Garrett Rome||Jeff Kinney|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Grace Robertson||Stormie Omartian|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Jacob Grice||Suzanne Collins|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Jacob Ragsdale||Beverly Cleary|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Jaylon Greening||Lisa Greenwald|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Kobe Lucas||Ray Glier|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||LeDelwyn Mealey||Nikki Grimes|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Miranda Schaefer||Michael Morpurgo|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Noah Weston||Suzanne Collins|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Ronald Williams||Doug Tennapel|
|Copper Mill Elementary, Zachary||Sam Cottongim||Suzanne Collins|
|Crawford Elementary School, Arcadia||Jamal Hill||Dr. Seuss|
|Crawford Elementary School, Arcadia||Sydney Rogers||Dr. Seuss|
|Creekside Junior High, Pearl River||Brennan Murray||Dr. Seuss|
|D.C. Reeves Elementary, Ponchatoula||Taylor Wright||God|
|D'arbonne Woods Charter School, Farmerville||Amina Shahid||Suzanne LaFleur|
|D'arbonne Woods Charter School, Farmerville||Calli Echols||Suzanne Collins|
|D'arbonne Woods Charter School, Farmerville||Camryn Huval||Suzanne Collins|
|D'arbonne Woods Charter School, Farmerville||Haley Taylor||Barbara Park|
|D'arbonne Woods Charter School, Farmerville||Jessie Gean||Walter Farley|
|D'arbonne Woods Charter School, Farmerville||Madison Mcconkey||Fred Gipson|
|Delcambre Elementary School, Delcambre||Emilee Lopez||Wilson Rawls|
|Episcopal School of Acadiana, Lafayette||Arden Frantzen||Anne Frank|
|Episcopal School of Acadiana, Lafayette||Cydni Legé||Helen Keller|
|Episcopal School of Acadiana, Lafayette||Ruthanne Reaux||Gabrielle Douglas|
|homeschool, Pineville||Elaina Ammons||Mark Twain|
|Jefferson Island Rd. Elementary, New Iberia||Kaylie Bonin||Wilson Rawls|
|Northwestern Middle School, Zachary||Gracie Pulliam||John Green|
|Northwestern Middle School, Zachary||Caynan Byrd||Anthony Horowitz|
|Northwestern Middle School, Zachary||Elyse Duplantier||Amber McRee Turner|
|Northwestern Middle School, Zachary||J.J. Hantash||J.R.R. Tolkien|
|Northwestern Middle School, Zachary||Joshua Lavender||Andrew Clements|
|Northwestern Middle School, Zachary||Paige Veal||Lauren Tarshis|
|NSU Elementary Lab, Natchitoches||Matthew Dunn||Gary Paulsen|
|NSU Elementary Lab, Natchitoches||Madalyn Peddy||Paula Danziger|
|NSU Elementary Lab, Natchitoches||Parker Grace Burroughs||Andy Andrews|
|Runnels, Baton Rouge||Caroline Henning||Suzanne LaFleur|
|SCHOOL OR LIBRARY||NAME||AUTHOR WRITTEN TO|
|Baton Rouge International School, Baton Rouge||Christoph Larson||Beverly Cleary|
|Creekside Junior High, Pearl River||Claire Brenia||Suzanne Collins|
|Creekside Junior High, Pearl River||Daniel Cook||Justin Bieber|
|Lusher Charter School, New Orleans||Ashley Williams||Carrie Jones|
|Lusher Charter School, New Orleans||Casey Franklin||Jodi Picoult|
|Lusher Charter School, New Orleans||Cici Groves||Maya Angelou|
|Lusher Charter School, New Orleans||Gabriel Louis||Neil Swidey|
|Lusher Charter School, New Orleans||Isabella Beninate||Marya Hornbacher|
|Lusher Charter School, New Orleans||Katherine Rose||Marya Hornbacher|
|Lusher Charter School, New Orleans||Lizette Toto||Viola Canales|
|Lusher Charter School, New Orleans||Margaret Kates||Julia Alvarez|
|Lusher Charter School, New Orleans||Michael Glaser||Michael Capuzzo|
|Lusher Charter School, New Orleans||Mitchell Bullington||Peter Borgen|
|Mount Carmel Academy, New Orleans||Ashley Messina||Rick Riordan|
|Mount Carmel Academy, New Orleans||Aubrie St. Germain||J.K. Rowling|
|Mount Carmel Academy, New Orleans||Caroline Lusso||Caroline B. Cooney|
|Mount Carmel Academy, New Orleans||Cassidy McDaniel||Lauren Oliver|
|Mount Carmel Academy, New Orleans||Kellie Kampen||Harper Lee|
|Mount Carmel Academy, New Orleans||Sabrina Boyd||Julia Alvarez|
|Mount Carmel Academy, New Orleans||Sara Strassel||Natalie Babbitt|
|New Orleans Public Library, New Orleans||Bre-Niece Boddie||Barbara Park|
|Northwestern Middle, Zachary||Alexis Albert||Susan Richards|
|Northwestern Middle, Zachary||Austin Veal||Susan Campbell Bartoletti|
|Northwestern Middle, Zachary||Charles Cantwell||Dr. Seuss|
|Northwestern Middle, Zachary||Ellen Manuel||Rich Riordan|
|Northwestern Middle, Zachary||Grace Dry||Scott Westerfeld|
|Northwestern Middle, Zachary||Jessica Staggs||A.M. Hudson|
|Northwestern Middle, Zachary||Kenlee McHugh||Suzanne Collins|
|Northwestern Middle, Zachary||Lydia Johnson||Susan Campbell Bartoletti|
|Northwestern Middle, Zachary||Presley Simmons||J.K. Rowling|
|Our Lady of Fatima School, Lafayette||Alexander Hannie||Harper Lee|
|Our Lady of Fatima School, Lafayette||Caroline Mitchell||Toni Teepill|
|Our Lady of Fatima School, Lafayette||Lauren Guilliot||Barbara Park|
|Our Lady of Fatima School, Lafayette||Madison Hanks||Nicholas Sparks|
|Paul Breaux Middle School, Lafayette||Ainsley Hymel||Laurie Halse Anderson|
|Paul Breaux Middle School, Lafayette||Alexandra LeBlanc||Stephenie Myer|
|Paul Breaux Middle School, Lafayette||Brynne Tynes||Todd Burpo|
|Paul Breaux Middle School, Lafayette||C.J. Cook||Jenn Reese|
|Paul Breaux Middle School, Lafayette||Rory Nolan||F. Scott Fitzgerald|
|Sacred Heart Elementary School, Ville Platte||Catherine Poché||Tatiani de Rosney|
|Sacred Heart Elementary School, Ville Platte||Elizabeth Fontenot||Catherine Fisher|
|Sacred Heart Elementary School, Ville Platte||Ellis LaHaye||Neal Shusterman|
|Sacred Heart Elementary School, Ville Platte||Emma Mire||Ruta Sepetys|
|Sacred Heart Elementary School, Ville Platte||Jase Marcantel||Christian Frank|
|Sacred Heart Elementary School, Ville Platte||Julien Vidrine||Drew Brees|
|Sacred Heart Elementary School, Ville Platte||Morgan Fontenot||S.E. Hinton|
|Sacred Heart Elementary School, Ville Platte||Olivia Brignac||Dori Hillestad Butler|
|SCHOOL OR LIBRARY||NAME||AUTHOR WRITTEN TO|
|Archbishop Hannan High School, Covington||Shreya Bhatt||John Green|
|Breaux Bridge High School, Breaux Bridge||Kaylie Blanchard||Robert Munch|
|Carencro High, Lafayette||Brika Broussard||Antonia Carter|
|Carencro High, Lafayette||Brody Dobbs||Andrew Hussie|
|Carencro High, Lafayette||Erin Washington||Gordon Korman|
|Carencro High, Lafayette||Jules Cormier||Susan Hinton|
|Carencro High, Lafayette||Justice Narcisse||Connie Porter|
|Carencro High, Lafayette||Rachel Kesel||Stephen Chbosky|
|Delcambre High School, Delcambre||Ally Nguyen||Frank McCourt|
|Delcambre High School, Delcambre||Cameron Esponge||James Dashner|
|Delcambre High School, Delcambre||Kelsey Choate||Elie Wiesel|
|East Jefferson High School, Metairie||Anna Dinh||Alex Flinn|
|East Jefferson High School, Metairie||Kasey Kraft||C.S. Lewis|
|East Jefferson High School, Metairie||Mark Fleming||Jon Krakauer|
|East Jefferson High School, Metairie||Savannah Pucella||Stephen King|
|Hahnville High School, Boutte||Brice Soignier||O.S. Card|
|Hahnville High School, Boutte||Jessica Becnel||Lauren Oliver|
|Hahnville High School, Boutte||Jon Benton||Drew Brees|
|Hahnville High School, Boutte||Julian Turner||Mitch Albom|
|Hahnville High School, Boutte||Lauren Beadle||Ann Brashares|
|Hahnville High School, Boutte||Wesley Speyrer||Mitch Albom|
|Isidore Newman School, New Orleans||Ahmad Shabalala||Ben Carson|
|Isidore Newman School, New Orleans||Alex Abramson||Martin Luther King Jr.|
|Isidore Newman School, New Orleans||Connor Dorion||Harper Lee|
|Isidore Newman School, New Orleans||Princeton Carter||Martin Luther King Jr.|
|Louisiana Virtual Charter Academy, Lake Charles||Savannah Bernard||Cassandra Clare|
|McKinley High School, Baton Rouge||Anna Sheffield||Dan Brown|
|McKinley High School, Baton Rouge||Megan Littleton||Elie Wiesel|
|Mount Carmel Academy, New Orleans||Elizabeth Knowles||Harper Lee|
|Mount Carmel Academy, New Orleans||Laura Housey||Nicholas Sparks|
|Mount Carmel Academy, New Orleans||Melinda Davis||Victor Hugo|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Austin Groeneveld||Sean Payton|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Brock May||Pat Frank|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Bryce Smith||Alice Mead|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Christian Flick||Christopher Paul Curtis|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Christopher Barnett||Drew Brees|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Colin Ross||Pat Frank|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Connor Trahan||John Knowles|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Ethan Desforges||Todd Burpo|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Ethan Molitor||Ray Bradbury|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||John Cresson||Harper Lee|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Kevin Baker||John Howard Griffin|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Luke Avenel||John Howard Griffin|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Nick Gordon||Nevil Shute|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Oliver Guice||Harper Lee|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Sean Whitehead||Harper Lee|
|St. Paul's School, Covington||Seth Dragon||Anthony Robles|
|submitted individually, Slidell||Liana Bethala||Gerald Morris|
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April 30, 2013