What's in a name? A lot, if it's yours!

"My Name is Sangoel,"

written by Karen Lynn Williams

and Khadra Mohammed,

illustrated by Catherine Stock

Shaquille O'Neal was the name that broke the ice.

Across the United States a great angst was fomenting as families with non-traditional ethnic backgrounds named their children what to many "American" ears were strange sounding names.

Remember hearing folks ask "Why can't they give their kids a 'normal' name?"

Recall being stymied in trying to pronounce unique names, those with unique spellings, and especially names from other cultures?

Then came the personable, photogenic and talented basketball player named Shaquille. Our ears started to get used to the sound of a name that wasn't Tom or Dave, Jennifer or Jane.

The need for open-mindedness about unique names multiplies as refugees from around the world continue to flee war, hunger and oppression in lands where many names offer a test to American ears.

Authors Williams and Mohammed give us a different perspective on the phenomenon. In this colorful children's book, readers learn what it's like to be the African boy from Sudan who finds no one in his new country can pronounce his name.

Too different to even try

After his father is killed in war, Sangoel lives in a refugee camp until the day he and his mother and sister can emigrate to the United States.

Everything is new in this new land, and although he is only eight Sangoel is the man of the family, he takes responsibility to help his mother and sister make their way.

As the first-born son who as Dinka tradition has it is named after his father, his grandfather, and his ancestors through the ages, young Sangoel heeds his grandfather's parting words: "You will be Sangoel. Even in America."

That proves to be quite the challenge.

Hanging on to his name with pride, the boy despairs that no one in the United States -- not the social worker helping his family resettle, not doctors, not teachers, classmates, coaches or soccer teammates -- can rightly say his name.

Some don't even try -- an experience with which many an American with an ethnic last name can surely identify and empathize. People see an "ski," a "wicz," an accent mark or an apostrophe in a name and they don't even attempt to sound out a pronunciation.

In this beautifully illustrated work from the collection of Eerdmans Books for Young Readers, Sangoel's creativity enables him to teach others to say his name correctly -- and to be accepted in his new environment without leaving behind the heritage of his native homeland.

Reading "My Name is Sangoel" -- pronounced "Sun-Goal" -- makes for a teachable moment, an opportunity to address at least one prejudice our nation of immigrants can live without. -- bz

Help for teaching siblings they don't have to be rivals

"Brown Bear, White Bear,"

written by Svetlana Petrovic,

illustrated by Vincent Hardy

The four-year old and the two-year old sat beside me, their eyes glued to the pages as grandpa read this cute little story.

Neither granddaughter moved a muscle until story's end.

That's a good children's book.

The gist of the tale is that two grandmothers who compete for little Alice's favor both gift her with bears. The bears, however, don't get along with one another any better than the grandmas do as they vie to see which one of them Alice likes best.

Their teddy-bear version of sibling rivalry escalates to the point where young Alice needs to give both a time out -- something the pre-school set will understand -- and some good lessons follow.

'Adult rivalry' too

As much as this is a children's book, adults who pay attention while they are reading it to youngsters have a good chance of picking up on the silliness of their "adult rivalry" for the affection of a child.

And I couldn't help but wonder if Ellie (age 4) and Sarah (age 2) could transfer the bears' poor behavior toward one another to the way they themselves sometimes treat each other. That's going to take some work by adults.

But repeated readings are going to help with that, and sure enough, as soon as we turned the last page of this colorful Eerdmans book the plea came up: "Read it again, grandpa."

That's a good children's book. -- bz

When baby No. 2 comes along...

"Not Yet, Rose,"

written by Susanna Leonard Hill,

illustrated by Nicole Rutten

"Is the baby here yet?"

Every parent who has another baby on the way will empathize with the answer "Not Yet, Rose."

Better yet, parents will want to read it to their toddlers -- and because the story is so right on, they won't mind reading it over-and-over -- fact-of-life for parents of toddlers -- because it offers such teachable moments.

Teachable moments for adults are there, too, for those able to get past the exasperation of their child/children and see the book's parents as role models worth emulating.

Sibling rivalry is most likely going to happen later, for sure, but Hill's gentle touch is sure to ease the mind of many a first-born as they wonder about their own life after the baby comes out of mommy's tummy.

Will my life change? Will it be the same?

Do I want a brother? Would a sister be better?

Maybe I don't want a brother or a sister at all!

Rutten's illustrations with their soft palate and warm tones create just the right atmosphere for cuddling up with this wonderfully done book from Eerdmans.

Baby No. 2 on the way? Buy this book. -- bz

Baseball, kids and a child's book to be appreciated by young and old

"A Glove of Their Own,"

by Debbie Moldovan, Keri Conkling and Lisa Funari-Willever,

illustrated by Lauren Lambiase

All summer long it happened every day at Edwards School Playground on Chicago's Southwest Side.

The grounder would stick in the shortstop's glove, he'd whirl and fire to the pitcher -- pitcher's hands "out" -- for the third out before the batter could step on first base, an old newspaper with the rock on top (so it wouldn't blow away).

The four-five-six guys in the field would run in for their turn at bat, and the team that had been batting took the field. Inevitably somebody from the team in the field flipped his glove to one of the guys who didn't have a glove.

That was baseball -- and still is -- in the free-of-all-cares world of kids and summer vacation, and it's what makes "A Glove of Their Own" more than just a nostalgia piece, although the first few paragraphs above are evidence that it certainly is that.

As good a growth- and person-building experience as organized sports can be when caring, trained, thoughtful coaches and supportive parents make them so, there's a special growing up that happens in pick up games -- games umpired not by adults but by children's sense of fair play, games not pressurized by league standings or playoffs, games in which kids don't have to "make the team" but just show up in order to get to play.

This colorful, child-sized book won't win any awards for plot, although it's cute enough.

It won't take a Newberry Award for creative writing.

Details in some of the illustrations will make the trained-eyed sports person wince: The hands of the batter separated on the bat? YIKES! The first baseman standing right in the middle of the base and the runner headed straight into him? Quick, dial 911!

But youngsters in the primary grades who like sports will love the story and its rhyming cadences. And the messages in this short, simple child's book are sure to sew seeds of generosity and caring for those less fortunate, like youngsters who have to play baseball without a glove of their own.

I can't wait to have my grandsons read it to me. -- bz

P.S. -- Franklin Mason Press, the publisher, has partnered with Danjulie Associates in a nonprofit effort to raise funds for sports equipment for needy youth. A portion of book sales are donated to selected youth sports organizations, and the company also will partner with groups to do book-selling fundraisers. For details, visit www.franklinmasonpress.org. And kudos to Jack Hannahan and Robb Quinlan, two Minnesota Catholic high school products, for their support of this worthwhile project.