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Ramona Quimby, Age 8 by Beverly Cleary (O)

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With Mr. Quimby going to college and Mrs. Quimby going to work, it's a good thing Ramona is big enough to ride the bus to her new school all by herself. Unfortunately, after school she has to stay with Grandmother Kemp until her moody big sister Beezus comes to pick her up. It's a good thing Ramona is so mature these days: she is doing her best to help Beezus make dinner and to be nice to pesky little Willa Jean after school. She can't help it if Danny, better known as Yard Ape, insists on making her school life difficult. Soon Ramona is living up to her reputation, accidentally squashing a raw egg into her hair at the cafeteria and throwing up in her classroom. Will life ever get any easier?
A Newbery Honor Book like its predecessor, Ramona and Her Father, this installment in the Ramona series is sure to please readers familiar with the previous books and to win new fans. Favorite author Cleary, whose numerous awards include the Laura Ingalls Wilder Medal for 40 years of distinguished writing for children, has an uncanny knack for capturing the confusing motivations and reactions of a boisterous young girl whose good intentions always seem to get tangled up. Readers look to Cleary for this perfect balance of realism and warm humor;

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RL.3.3. Describe characters in a story (e.g., their traits, motivations, or feelings) and explain how their actions contribute to the sequence of events.

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With Mr. Quimby going to college and Mrs. Quimby going to work, it's a good thing Ramona is big enough to ride the bus to her new school all by herself. Unfortunately, after school she has to stay with Grandmother Kemp until her moody big sister Beezus comes to pick her up.

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"Each [Fudge book] is packed with wacky earthy disasters that are her trademark and that children love to read about . . . Judy Blume has a knack for knowing what children think about and an honest, highly amusing way of writing about it." - The New York Times

"It's a pleasure to watch a talented author like Judy Blume consistently create books that reflect a
remarkable ability for combining humor with perceptive insight into a child's world." - Publishers Weekly

"Blume has her eye on the fine details of life, whether funny or frustrating." - Booklist

"For anyone who has ever been 'burdened' by a pesky younger brother, there's fast and funny
reading in this story." - Children's Digest on Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing

"As usual, Blume's humor and pitch-perfect ear for sibling rivalry and family dynamics will have readers giggling with recognition. Newcomers and Fudge fans alike will savor this installment in the well-loved series." -Booklist on Double Fudge

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Hatchet 1
Brian Robeson stared out the window of the small plane at the endless green northern wilderness below. It was a small plane, a Cessna 406-a bushplane-and the engine was so loud, so roaring and consuming and loud, that it ruined any chance for conversation.

Not that he had much to say. He was thirteen and the only passenger on the plane was a pilot named-what was it? Jim or Jake or something-who was in his mid-forties and who had been silent as he worked to prepare for take-off. In fact since Brian had come to the small airport in Hampton, New York to meet the plane-driven by his mother-the pilot had only spoken five words to him.

"Get in the copilot's seat."

Which Brian had done. They had taken off and that was the last of the conversation. There had been the initial excitement, of course. He had never flown in a single-engine plane before and to be sitting in the copilot's seat with all the controls right there in front of him, all the instruments in his face as the plane clawed for altitude, jerking and sliding on the wind currents as the pilot took off, had been interesting and exciting. But in five minutes they had leveled off at six thousand feet and headed northwest and from then on the pilot had been silent, staring out the front, and the drone of the engine had been all that was left. The drone and the sea of green trees that lay before the plane's nose and flowed to the horizon, spread with lakes, swamps, and wandering streams and rivers.

Now Brian sat, looking out the window with the roar thundering through his ears, and tried to catalog what had led up to his taking this flight.

The thinking started.

Always it started with a single word.

Divorce.

It was an ugly word, he thought. A tearing, ugly word that meant fights and yelling, lawyers-God, he thought, how he hated lawyers who sat with their comfortable smiles and tried to explain to him in legal terms how all that he lived in was coming apart-and the breaking and shattering of all the solid things. His home, his life-all the solid things. Divorce. A breaking word, an ugly breaking word.

Divorce.

Secrets.

No, not secrets so much as just the Secret. What he knew and had not told anybody, what he knew about his mother that had caused the divorce, what he knew, what he knew-the Secret.

Divorce.

The Secret.

Brian felt his eyes beginning to burn and knew there would be tears. He had cried for a time, but that was gone now. He didn't cry now. Instead his eyes burned and tears came, the seeping tears that burned, but he didn't cry. He wiped his eyes with a finger and looked at the pilot out of the corner of his eye to make sure he hadn't noticed the burning and tears.

The pilot sat large, his hands lightly on the wheel, feet on the rudder pedals. He seemed more a machine than a man, an extension of the plane. On the dashboard in front of him Brian saw the dials, switches, meters, knobs, levers, cranks, lights, handles that were wiggling and flickering, all indicating nothing that he understood and the pilot seemed the same way. Part of the plane, not human.

When he saw Brian look at him, the pilot seemed to open up a bit and he smiled. "Ever fly in the copilot's seat before?" He leaned over and lifted the headset off his right ear and put it on his temple, yelling to overcome the sound of the engine.

Brian shook his head. He had never been in any kind of plane, never seen the cockpit of a plane except in films or television. It was loud and confusing. "First time."

"It's not as complicated as it looks. Good plane like this almost flies itself." The pilot shrugged. "Makes my job easy." He took Brian's left arm. "Here, put your hands on the controls, your feet in the rudder pedals, and I'll show you what I mean."

Brian shook his head. "I'd better not."

"Sure. Try it . . ."

Brian reached out and took the wheel in a grip so tight his knuckles were white. He pushed his feet down on the pedals. The plane slewed suddenly to the right.

"Not so hard. Take her light, take her light."

Brian eased off, relaxed his grip. The burning in his eyes was forgotten momentarily as the vibration of the plane came through the wheel and the pedals. It seemed almost alive.

"See?" The pilot let go of his wheel, raised his hands in the air and took his feet off the pedals to show Brian he was actually flying the plane alone. "Simple. Now turn the wheel a little to the right and push on the right rudder pedal a small amount."

Brian turned the wheel slightly and the plane immediately banked to the right, and when he pressed on the right rudder pedal the nose slid across the horizon to the right. He left off on the pressure and straightened the wheel and the plane righted itself.

"Now you can turn. Bring her back to the left a little."

Brian turned the wheel left, pushed on the left pedal, and the plane came back around. "It's easy." He smiled. "At least this part."

The pilot nodded. "All of flying is easy. Just takes learning. Like everything else. Like everything else." He took the controls back, then reached up and rubbed his left shoulder. "Aches and pains-must be getting old."

Brian let go of the controls and moved his feet away from the pedals as the pilot put his hands on the wheel. "Thank you . . ."

But the pilot had put his headset back on and the gratitude was lost in the engine noise and things went back to Brian looking out the window at the ocean of trees and lakes. The burning eyes did not come back, but memories did, came flooding in. The words. Always the words.

Divorce.

The Secret.

Fights.

Split.

The big split. Brian's father did not understand as Brian did, knew only that Brian's mother wanted to break the marriage apart. The split had come and then the divorce, all so fast, and the court had left him with his mother except for the summers and what the judge called "visitation rights." So formal. Brian hated judges as he hated lawyers. Judges that leaned over the bench and asked Brian if he understood where he was to live and why. Judges with the caring look that meant nothing as lawyers said legal phrases that meant nothing.

In the summer Brian would live with his father. In the school year with his mother. That's what the judge said after looking at papers on his desk and listening to the lawyers talk. Talk. Words.

Now the plane lurched slightly to the right and Brian looked at the pilot. He was rubbing his shoulder again and there was the sudden smell of body gas in the plane. Brian turned back to avoid embarrassing the pilot, who was obviously in some discomfort. Must have stomach troubles.

So this summer, this first summer when he was allowed to have "visitation rights" with his father, with the divorce only one month old, Brian was heading north. His father was a mechanical engineer who had designed or invented a new drill bit for oil drilling, a self-cleaning, self-sharpening bit. He was working in the oil fields of Canada, up on the tree line where the tundra started and the forests ended. Brian was riding up from New York with some drilling equipment-it was lashed down in the rear of the plane next to a fabric bag the pilot had called a survival pack, which had emergency supplies in case they had to make an emergency landing-that had to be specially made in the city, riding in the bushplane with the pilot named Jim or Jake or something who had turned out to be an all right guy, letting him fly and all.

Except for the smell. Now there was a constant odor, and Brian took another look at the pilot, found him rubbing the shoulder and down the arm now, the left arm, letting go more gas and wincing. Probably something he ate, Brian thought.

His mother had driven him from the city to meet the plane at Hampton where it came to pick up the drilling equipment. A drive in silence, a long drive in silence. Two and a half hours of sitting in the car, staring out the window of the plane. Once, after an hour, when they were out of the city she turned to him.

"Look, can't we talk this over? Can't we talk this out? Can't you tell me what's bothering you?"

And there were the words again. Divorce. Split. The Secret. How could he tell her what he knew? So he had remained silent, shook his head and continued to stare unseeing at the countryside, and his mother had gone back to driving only to speak to him one more time when they were close to Hampton.

She reached over the back of the seat and brought up a paper sack. "I got something for you, for the trip."

Brian took the sack and opened the top. Inside there was a hatchet, the kind with a steel handle and a rubber handgrip. The head was in a stout leather case that had a brass-riveted belt loop.

"It goes on your belt." His mother spoke now without looking at him. There were some farm trucks on the roads now and she had to weave through them and watch traffic. "The man at the store said you could use it. You know. In the woods with your father."

Dad, he thought. Not "my father." My dad. "Thanks. It's really nice." But the words sounded hollow, even to Brian.

"Try it on. See how it looks on your belt."

And he would normally have said no, would normally have said no that it looked too hokey to have a hatchet on your belt. Those were the normal things he would say. But her voice was thin, had a sound like something thin that would break if you touched it, and he felt bad for not speaking to her. Knowing what he knew, even with the anger, the hot white hate of his anger at her, he still felt bad for not speaking to her, and so to humor her he loosened his belt and pulled the right side out and put the hatchet on and rethreaded the belt.

"Scootch around so I can see."

He moved around in the seat, feeling only slightly ridiculous.

She nodded. "Just like a scout. My little scout." And there was the tenderness in her voice that she had when he was small, the tenderness that she had when he was small and sick, with a cold, and she put her hand on his forehead, and the burning came into his eyes again and he had turned away from her and looked out the window, forgotten the hatchet on his belt and so arrived at the plane with the hatchet still on his belt.

Because it was a bush flight from a small airport there had been no security and the plane had been waiting, with the engine running when he arrived and he had grabbed his suitcase and pack bag and run for the plane without stopping to remove the hatchet.

So it was still on his belt. At first he had been embarrassed but the pilot had said nothing about it and Brian forgot it as they took off and began flying.

More smell now. Bad. Brian turned again to glance at the pilot who had both hands on his stomach and was grimacing in pain, reaching for the left shoulder again as Brian watched.

"Don't know, kid . . ." The pilot's words were a hiss, barely audible. "Bad aches here. Bad aches. Thought it was something I ate but . . ."

He stopped as a fresh spasm of pain hit him. Even Brian could see how bad it was-the pain drove the pilot back into the seat, back and down.

"I've never had anything like this . . ."

The pilot reached for the switch on his mike cord, his hand coming up in a small arc from his stomach, and he flipped the switch and said, "This is flight four six . . ."

And now a jolt took him like a hammerblow, so forcefully that he seemed to crush back into the seat, and Brian reached for him, could not understand at first what it was, could not know.

And then he knew.

Brian knew. The pilot's mouth went rigid, he swore and jerked a short series of slams into the seat, holding his shoulder now. Swore and hissed, "Chest! Oh God, my chest is coming apart!"

Brian knew now.

The pilot was having a heart attack. Brian had been in the shopping mall with his mother when a man in front of Paisley's store had suffered a heart attack. He had gone down and screamed about his chest. An old man. Much older than the pilot.

Brian knew.

The pilot was having a heart attack and even as the knowledge came to Brian he saw the pilot slam into the seat one more time, one more awful time he slammed back into the seat and his right leg jerked, pulling the plane to the side in a sudden twist and his head fell forward and spit came. Spit came from the corners of his mouth and his legs contracted up, up into the seat, and his eyes rolled back in his head until there was only white.

Only white for his eyes and the smell became worse, filled the cockpit, and all of it so fast, so incredibly fast that Brian's mind could not take it in at first. Could only see it in stages.

The pilot had been talking, just a moment ago complaining of the pain. He had been talking.

Then the jolts had come.

The jolts that took the pilot back had come, and now Brian sat and there was a strange feeling of silence in the thrumming roar of the engine-a strange feeling of silence and being alone. Brian was stopped.

He was stopped. Inside he was stopped. He could not think past what he saw, what he felt. All was stopped. The very core of him, the very center of Brian Robeson was stopped and stricken with a white-flash of horror, a terror so intense that his breathing, his thinking, and nearly his heart had stopped.

Stopped.

Seconds passed, seconds that became all of his life, and he began to know what he was seeing, began to understand what he saw and that was worse, so much worse that he wanted to make his mind freeze again.

He was sitting in a bushplane roaring seven thousand feet above the northern wilderness with a pilot who had suffered a massive heart attack and who was either dead or in something close to a coma.

He was alone.

In the roaring plane with no pilot he was alone.

Alone.

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Hatchet 1 Brian Robeson stared out the window of the small plane at the endless green northern wilderness below. It was a small plane, a Cessna 406-a bushplane-and the engine was so loud, so roaring and consuming and loud, that it ruined any chance for conversation. Not that he had much to say.

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RULES FOR DAVID

If the bathroom door is closed, knock! (especially if Catherine has a friend over).

Say thank you when someone gives you a present (even if you don't like it).

Don't stand in front of the TV when other people are watching it.

A boy takes off his shirt to swim, but not his shorts.

Some people think they know who you are, when really they don't.

No toys in the fishtank.

Twelve year old Catherine just wants a normal life, but she thinks that's impossible with a family that revolves around her brother's autism.

But what is normal?
Awards and Honors
Newbery Honor Medal

Schneider Family Book Award

Mitten Award (Michigan Library Association)

Great Lakes Great Books Award (Michigan)

Maine Student Book Award

Dorothy Canfield Fisher Award (Vermont)

Kentucky Bluegrass Award

Great Stone Face Award (New Hampshire)

Buckeye Children's Book Award (Ohio)

"A heartwarming first novel." Booklist

New York Public Library's 100 Titles for Reading and Sharing

"Catherine is an appealing and believable character, acutely self-conscious and torn between her love for her brother and her resentment of his special needs. Middle-grade readers will recognize her longing for acceptance and be intrigued by this exploration of dealing with differences." Kirkus Reviews

KidPost Book of the Week, Washington Post

"The appealing, credible narrator at the heart of Lord's debut novel will draw in readers, as she struggles to find order and balance in her life.... A rewarding story that may well inspire readers to think about others' points of view." Publishers Weekly

Notable Children's Book in the Language Arts (NCTE)

"This is a story that depicts the impact of a needy child on an entire family very realistically. One of the treats in this book is that David echoes words rather than generating his own and he frequently speaks in lines he remembers from Arnold Lobel's Frog & Toad." Children's Literature - Joan Kindig, Ph.D.

Book of the Week, Cooperative Children's Book Center (CCBC)

"Catherine is an endearing narrator who tells her story with both humor and heartbreak. . . this sensitive story is about being different, feeling different, and finding acceptance. A lovely, warm read, and a great discussion starter." School Library Journal

Editors' Pick, HW Wilson Standard Catalog

"This is an absorbing tale about valuing people even when it's difficult, and it may encourage readers to consider the benefits and challenges of their own families and friends." Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books

Accelerated Reader (AR) Title

"This is not only a great read, with a nice rhythm and easy style, but it is an important book that siblings of kids with special needs need to read." Kid Lit: Books and More For Kids and Teens

ALA Notable Children's Book

"The first-person narrative is very engaging, and readers will identify with Catherine's struggles and cheer for her at the end. This is a great book to help students gain some understanding about autism, while also providing a good read. The author is the mother of an autistic child. Recommended." Library Media Connection

Read On Wisconsin, Middle-School Pick
Nominated for state Kids' Choice Awards in:
"[A]n honest and frequently funny portrayal of what it's like to have a sibling with autism at an age when being accepted is so important." Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut, Florida, Georgia, Hawaii, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, New Hampshire, New Jersey, New Mexico, North Carolina, Ohio, Oklahoma, Pacific Northwest (voting together: Alaska, Alberta CA, British Columbia CA, Idaho, Montana, Oregon and Washington), Pennsylvania, Rhode Island, South Dakota, Tennessee, Utah, Vermont, Virginia, West Virginia and Wyoming.

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From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler (S)

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The Bridge to Terabithia By Katherine Patterson (T)

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Sentenced to a brutal juvenile detention camp for a crime he didn't commit, a wimpy teenager turns four generations of bad family luck around in this sunburnt tale of courage, obsession, and buried treasure from Sachar ( Wayside School Gets a Little Stranger, 1995, etc.).

Driven mad by the murder of her black beau, a schoolteacher turns on the once-friendly, verdant town of Green Lake, Texas, becomes feared bandit Kissin' Kate Barlow, and dies, laughing, without revealing where she buried her stash. A century of rainless years later, lake and town are memories-but, with the involuntary help of gangs of juvenile offenders, the last descendant of the last residents is still digging. Enter Stanley Yelnats IV, great-grandson of one of Kissin' Kate's victims and the latest to fall to the family curse of being in the wrong place at the wrong time; under the direction of The Warden, a woman with rattlesnake venom polish on her long nails, Stanley and each of his fellow inmates dig a hole a day in the rock-hard lake bed. Weeks of punishing labor later, Stanley digs up a clue, but is canny enough to conceal the information of which hole it came from. Through flashbacks, Sachar weaves a complex net of hidden relationships and well-timed revelations as he puts his slightly larger-than-life characters under a sun so punishing that readers will be reaching for water bottles.

Good Guys and Bad get just deserts in the end, and Stanley gets plenty of opportunities to display pluck and valor in this rugged, engrossing adventure. (Fiction. 9-13)

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Paterson, who has already earned regard with her historical fiction set in Japan, proves to be just as eloquent and assured when dealing with contemporary American children-and Americans of very different backgrounds at that.

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Four children of diverse ethnicities, unknown to one another, are at Chicago's O'Hare airport on Sept. 9, 2001.

Sergio, an African-American boy, is about to fly home to New York City. Naheed, a Muslim-American girl, awaits the arrival of relatives from Iran. Aimee, a white, Jewish girl, is on the way to a new home in Los Angeles, where her mother has a new job with Cantor-Fitzgerald; instead of returning with her after a family trip, her mother travels to New York City for a meeting at the World Trade Center. Will, a white boy who has recently lost his father, is on the way home to Shanksville, Pennsylvania. Baskin follows each of them over the 48 hours prior to 9/11 and recounts their experiences on that day as well as their participation in the first anniversary ceremonies. An author's note explains her decisions to emphasize "the division between 'before 9/11' and 'after 9/11' " for children who were not yet born then, to spare all her characters the loss of a loved one, and to depict the post-9/11 spirit of community that existed for at least a short time. Readers will have different reactions to the work depending on their ages and how much prior knowledge they bring to it. Adults may be chilled by key names and places and what they portend, but children may gain a small sense of the magnitude of the changes that day wrought on our world.

Tense, disturbing, and thought-provoking. (author's note, acknowledgements) (Historical fiction. 10-14)

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"Round the world! There is much in that sound to inspire proud feelings; but whereto does all that circumnavigation conduct? Only through numberless perils to the very point whence we started." Ishmael in Moby-Dick

E very kid's dream is to be named as the most valuable player. But how many ever dream that the game is a race around the world (no flying allowed) in just forty days? That's the challenge Adam faces in the great Global game. As the player for the Magellan Voyage Project, he competes against others for a four-million dollar prize! Trackers with blowguns and a nefarious baron don't make things easy. The winner and nominee for many state readers choice awards including the Nutmeg Award, the Sunshine State Award, and the Rebecca Caudill Award.Madam, I'm Adam. I'm twelve years, three months, and twenty-four

days old. But this story starts on my birthday, May 1, when I turned
twelve. On that day my life changed.

"I challenge you to become the youngest person in history to travel around the world alone, using only surface transportation, and do it in under forty days."2005 New Books for Missouri StudentsConnecticut Nutmeg Book Award

2007 Garden State Children's Book Awards Nominee
2006-2007 Sunshine State Young Reader's Award

2008
Rebecca Caudill Young Readers' Book Award

Multi-Subject MVP Lesson Plans and Projects

Read MVP: Magellan Voyage Project Chapter 1 (pdf)

Adam Story's List of Places He Wants To Visit

1. Pyramids of Giza, Egypt
2. Great Wall of China (walk along the top)
3. Nile River (longest river on earth)
9. Mount Fuji, Japan (looks cool)

4. Amazon River (second-longest river on earth)
5. Grand Canyon (I want to hike to the bottom)
6. Mount Rushmore
7. Mount Everest, Nepal (highest mountain on earth)
8. The Matterhorn (the real one in Switzerland, not Disneyland) .

10. White House, Washington, DC12. Taipei 101 building (world's tallest skyscraper)19. Machu Picchu, Peru20. Eiffel Tower, Paris24. Jerusalem26. The equator (I want to stand on it)
11. Empire State Building, NYC
13. Sears Tower, Chicago(tallest building in US)

21. Disney World, Disneyland Paris, Tokyo, and Hong Kong
25. Prime Meridian, England (I want to stand on it)
27. Niagara Falls, NY (looks cool)
28. Victoria Falls, Africa (world's tallest waterfall)
29. Major League Baseball stadiums (I want to see every one)
30. The International Space Station (who knows?)

22. Las Vegas (looks weird)
23. Venice, Italy

14. Taj Mahal, India
15. South Pole
16. North Pole
17. Yellowstone National Park (see Old Faithful)
18. Masai Mara Game Reserve, Kenya

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The Last Cherry Blossom by Kathleen Burkinshaw (V)

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Japanese native Yuriko Ishikawa lives in Hiroshima with Papa, Aunt Kimiko, and annoying cousin Genji during the turmoil of World War II in Burkinshaw's historical novel.

War seeps its way into every aspect of Yuriko's life. Constant air-raid sirens and drills interrupt her daydreams, and the drone of "B-sans" (American B-29s) flying overhead fills her ears. She's clumsy with exercises using bamboo spears as weapons, and when she and her best friend, Machiko, play jazz on the record player, they must do it in secret because all things American are banned. At home, a double wedding is planned, and new family members-Papa's second wife, Sumiyo-san, and Aunt Kimiko's second husband, Akira-san-move in. Will she ever have time alone with Papa again? Despite the necessity of participating in the war effort, Yuriko and her family do their best with normal activities, such as celebrating Oshagatsu (New Year's) and the Cherry Blossom Festival. When a shocking family secret is revealed, Yuriko is shattered, but nothing can prepare her or her community for the unthinkable devastation about to hit their city. Chapter epigraphs of radio-show transcripts, newspaper headlines, and propaganda posters set the chilling tone. Told with reverence and authenticity, Yuriko's journey is inspired by the author's mother's real-life experiences growing up in Hiroshima and surviving that tragic day on Aug. 6, 1945.

Tragedy and hope collide in this promising middle-grade debut. (afterword, bibliography, glossary, statistics about Hiroshima) (Historical fiction. 11-13)

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Japanese native Yuriko Ishikawa lives in Hiroshima with Papa, Aunt Kimiko, and annoying cousin Genji during the turmoil of World War II in Burkinshaw's historical novel. War seeps its way into every aspect of Yuriko's life. Constant air-raid sirens and drills interrupt her daydreams, and the drone of "B-sans" (American B-29s) flying overhead fills her ears.

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Newbery-winning Spinelli spins a magical and heartbreaking tale from the stuff of high school. Eleventh-grader Leo Borlock cannot quite believe the new student who calls herself Stargirl. Formerly home-schooled, Stargirl comes to their Arizona high school with a pet rat and a ukulele, wild clothes and amazing habits.

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Stanley Yelnats is under a curse. A curse that began with his no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-great-great-grandfather and has since followed generations of Yelnatses. Now Stanley has been unjustly sent to a boys' detention center, Camp Green Lake, where the boys build character by spending all day, every day digging holes exactly five feet wide and five feet deep. There is no lake at Camp Green Lake. But there are an awful lot of holes.

It doesn't take long for Stanley to realize there's more than character improvement going on at Camp Green Lake. The boys are digging holes because the warden is looking for something. But what could be buried under a dried-up lake? Stanley tries to dig up the truth in this inventive and darkly humorous tale of crime and punishment-and redemption.

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Ruth White
Fiction
For ages 12 and up
Macmillan, 2012 ISBN: 978-1250005601

Gypsy does not know her cousin Woodrow very well. What she, and everyone else in town knows, is that his mother Belle just disappeared one day and has not been seen or heard of since.Gypsy doesn't know much about the odd looking little boy with his crossed eyes and his shabby clothes, but she soon finds out that her cousin Woodrow is a very special sort of boy. He is also a very special sort of friend who will stick by you though think and thin.

When Gypsy gets sick it is Woodrow who does his best to keep her company, making her laugh and bringing her a wonderful visitor. When Gypsy is forced to confront what happened to her much beloved father, it is Woodrow who helps her get through the pain of it all, defending her and holding her up until she is ready to accept the dreadful truth for herself. In her turn, Gypsy is there for Woodrow as he shows himself and the whole world that he is not just "Belle Prater's Boy." He is also Woodrow, the boy who is clever, funny, and who has a wonderful way with people.

This remarkable book reaches deep into the hearts of two children who have been hurt very badly by the people they love the most. Both of them have been abandoned; have been left by parents who could not stand their lives anymore and who had to run away. We cannot help admiring both Woodrow and Gypsy for their courage and for the acceptance they discover together. We come to see how alike these children are and how hard they have to work to overcome what life has thrown at them.

With wonderful humour, sensitivity, and unparalleled skill, Ruth White takes us to a little town in Virginia and wraps us up in a story that reminds us that there is nothing in the world quite like a true friend.

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Ruth White FictionFor ages 12 and upMacmillan, 2012 ISBN: 978-1250005601 Gypsy does not know her cousin Woodrow very well. What she, and everyone else in town knows, is that his mother Belle just disappeared one day and has not been seen or heard of since.Gypsy doesn't know much about the odd looking little boy with his crossed eyes and his shabby clothes, but she soon finds out that her cousin Woodrow is a very special sort of boy.

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In the midst of political turmoil, how do you escape the only country that you've ever known and navigate a new life? Parallel stories of three different middle school-aged refugees-Josef from Nazi Germany in 1938, Isabel from 1994 Cuba, and Mahmoud from 2015 Aleppo-eventually intertwine for maximum impact.

Three countries, three time periods, three brave protagonists. Yet these three refugee odysseys have so much in common. Each traverses a landscape ruled by a dictator and must balance freedom, family, and responsibility. Each initially leaves by boat, struggles between visibility and invisibility, copes with repeated obstacles and heart-wrenching loss, and gains resilience in the process. Each third-person narrative offers an accessible look at migration under duress, in which the behavior of familiar adults changes unpredictably, strangers exploit the vulnerabilities of transients, and circumstances seem driven by random luck. Mahmoud eventually concludes that visibility is best: "See us....Hear us. Help us." With this book, Gratz accomplishes a feat that is nothing short of brilliant, offering a skillfully wrought narrative laced with global and intergenerational reverberations that signal hope for the future. Excellent for older middle grade and above in classrooms, book groups, and/or communities looking to increase empathy for new and existing arrivals from afar.

Poignant, respectful, and historically accurate while pulsating with emotional turmoil, adventure, and suspense. (maps, author's note) (Historical fiction. 10-14)

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Sentenced to a brutal juvenile detention camp for a crime he didn't commit, a wimpy teenager turns four generations of bad family luck around in this sunburnt tale of courage, obsession, and buried treasure from Sachar ( Wayside School Gets a Little Stranger, 1995, etc.).

Driven mad by the murder of her black beau, a schoolteacher turns on the once-friendly, verdant town of Green Lake, Texas, becomes feared bandit Kissin' Kate Barlow, and dies, laughing, without revealing where she buried her stash. A century of rainless years later, lake and town are memories-but, with the involuntary help of gangs of juvenile offenders, the last descendant of the last residents is still digging. Enter Stanley Yelnats IV, great-grandson of one of Kissin' Kate's victims and the latest to fall to the family curse of being in the wrong place at the wrong time; under the direction of The Warden, a woman with rattlesnake venom polish on her long nails, Stanley and each of his fellow inmates dig a hole a day in the rock-hard lake bed. Weeks of punishing labor later, Stanley digs up a clue, but is canny enough to conceal the information of which hole it came from. Through flashbacks, Sachar weaves a complex net of hidden relationships and well-timed revelations as he puts his slightly larger-than-life characters under a sun so punishing that readers will be reaching for water bottles.

Good Guys and Bad get just deserts in the end, and Stanley gets plenty of opportunities to display pluck and valor in this rugged, engrossing adventure. (Fiction. 9-13)

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The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise by Dan Gemeinhart (W)

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Have you ever read a book that broke your heart and over the course of 300 or so pages carefully put it back together again? That's what happened with The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise by Dan Gemeinhart, a gorgeously written book about a young girl and her dad and the epic road-trip they take to get back home again.

Henry Holt and Co.

Coyote and her father Rodeo have lived in a converted school bus, lovingly named Yager, for the last five-years, traveling across the country with no end in sight. Everything they need is on that bus and everything they might want can be found wherever the bus takes them.

Their life is wild and free with little rhyme or reason. There are very few rules ("no-goes," they're called) that Coyote and her father follow but they are there, mostly in place to keep moving forward, with little regard for their past or how they ended up there. When they got on the road they shed their lives and names and memories, shoving it all so far down that any mention of home or their lives before the bus are avoided at all costs.

Coyote and Rodeo would be as content to keep zigzagging across the country if it weren't for a call that changed everything. Coyote doesn't have a cell-phone but she does check in with her grandma back home now and then and one summer day her grandma tells her about a beloved park back that's about to be demolished. This park isn't just any park from home. It's the park that holds a memory box from before an accident that claimed her sisters and mother and that box sets her off on a risky plan to propel her and Rodeo back home-upending their lives and breaking the only rules they've bothered following. "No-goes" all around.

What follows is a rollicking, wonderful adventure. Along the way, they pick up strays and people in need, adding to their pack of two slowly and surely with every mile. There's Ivan, a kitten Coyote adopted from a gas station parking lot; Lester, a young man musician, Salvador and his mom, who helped Coyote when she accidentally got left behind, and Val, a young woman who needed a ride.

Each of these people that were along for the ride were so real and full of life. Salvador was kind and sweet and tough, Lester was good and funny and loyal. They added a richness to the story that made the book feel like multiple books rolled into one for the depth each of their narratives brought to it. I loved all of these characters so much that it felt like leaving friends behind when I was done with the book. I took my time with this one, even though I wanted to devour it. It felt good to let the book unfold slowly, rather than tearing through it. I appreciated the care that went into every detail and characters. It's Coyote's story but it easily could have been Lester's or Salvador's or Val's.

Coyote is sweet character who despite everything she's been through still manages to have a positive outlook and wry sense of humor about everything. She's incredibly intuitive and manages to help so many along the way, gathering people into her little unit and creating a found family among the Yager's riders.

I wish I could give a copy of this book to everyone I ever met. If we had to bury a time capsule for future generations to showcase what amazing art and writing is, I would wholeheartedly recommend this one. It has heart and soul. I might have cried a few times during the whole experience but I felt better for it afterward. Overall, it was an incredibly cathartic read. This book is warm and kind and perfect and cinematic. I can see this being made into a movie and joining the ranks of classic feel-good family movies. I need to be able to revisit it again and again in multiple forms so I hope it gets adapted at some point.

The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise made me crave a long road trip with the windows down and the music loud. In fact, I read most of this book while on a train and I recommend taking this one outside and enjoying it out in the open, maybe on vacation or as you amble along on your own road-trip. Just be aware that it may cause you to cry or at the very least get a lump in your throat. You'll be okay afterwards, though, and feel all the better for reading it. You might even have to sit with it for a while. I know I did. It will make you realize that lost things aren't lost forever, that kindness can be found even in the most unexpected places and as much sadness as there is in the world, there is also happiness and love and laughter and that the journey to finding all of those things is definitely worth it.

So, thank you Dan Gemeinhart for sharing Coyote's story. It was truly remarkable.

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Have you ever read a book that broke your heart and over the course of 300 or so pages carefully put it back together again? That's what happened with The Remarkable Journey of Coyote Sunrise by Dan Gemeinhart, a gorgeously written book about a young girl and her dad and the epic road-trip they take to get back home again.

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Your next vacation could be the dream of a lifetime.

It could take you to the beach, park, or the mountains, shopping or sightseeing, visiting pals or hanging with family. A vacation could get you one city away, it can whisk you halfway around the world or, as in the new book "Clean Getaway" by Nic Stone, a vacation can take you where you don't want to be.

Eleven-year-old William "Scoob" Lamar wondered when everything went bad.

Was it after he got into a fight at school, or after he was wrongly accused of cheating? Yeah, he was wrong there on both counts but the bigger issue was that his dad wasn't acting like Dad lately, and he went punishment-overboard. Scoob was grounded.

Ugh, Scoob hated "lockdown." So when G'ma called and asked if he wanted to take a "little adventure," he scribbled a note, ditched his phone, and jumped at the chance.

He loved G'ma. She was more like a friend than a grandmother, so when she said she sold her house to buy an RV, a "sweet ride" with all the plush, Scoob was sad. Sold her house? OK, her decision. Scoob settled in for a quick trip.

And then G'ma started talking.

Fifty-one years ago, at the height of the civil rights movement, Scoob's G'ma and G'pop wanted to take a trip from Atlanta to Mexico, but they didn't get far. G'ma was white and G'pop was black and there were lots of places where they weren't welcome. Because G'pop had died in prison and never had a chance to travel, G'ma, said she'd do the roadtrip in his memory. It was her "chance at redemption."
But a lot of things were off. As they tripped from Birmingham to Meridian to Jackson to Louisiana and Texas, Scoob was pretty sure they'd dined-and-dashed more than once, and stolen some gas. The license plates on the RV kept changing and G'ma was avoiding phone calls. Then there was the "mistake" at the jewelry store.

Scoob knew they were going to Mexico ... but what was going on?

For a kid who loves to travel, "Clean Getaway" is the book to pack.

It's got adventure in it, and a surprising amount of history and geography, so your child will learn something. The story flows nicely, author Nic Stone doesn't force the action or the humor here, and her Scoob is a character that's relatable to 8- to 12-year-olds who'll enjoy watching him take on challenges while he takes this trip. For a kid, especially one spreading his wings, that could be role-model material.

And yet, not all is perfect. The main irritation here - the one that parents will want to know about - is that bathroom habits appear often in this book. Too often, like, more than twice and it's absolutely nose-wrinkling TMI.

Will your child notice that? Probably so, but will she care? Maybe not, if she's enjoying the book enough. The best thing, perhaps, is to let him try "Clean Getaway" and see where it takes him.

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No one likes or wants to take the statewide tests. Not the students in Mrs. Woods's sixth-grade class, not even their teacher. It's not like the kids don't already have things to worry about. . . .

Under pressure to be the top gymnast her mother expects her to be, RANDI starts to wonder what her destiny truly holds. Football-crazy GAVIN has always struggled with reading and feels as dumb as his high school-dropout father. TREVOR acts tough and mean, but as much as he hates school, he hates being home even more. SCOTT's got a big brain and an even bigger heart, especially when it comes to his grandfather, but his good intentions always backfire in spectacular ways. NATALIE, know-it-all and aspiring lawyer, loves to follow the rules-only this year, she's about to break them all.

The whole school is in a frenzy with test time approaching-kids, teachers, the administration. Everyone is anxious. When one of the kids has a big idea for acing the tests, they're all in. But things get ugly before they get better, and in the end, the real meaning of the perfect score surprises them all.﻿﻿

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Charlie Thorne and the Last Equation ONE
CIA headquarters

Langley, Virginia

Present day

The director of the Central Intelligence Agency scrutinized the photograph of Charlie Thorne, then dropped it on the conference table and gave Agent Dante Garcia a hard stare. "You must be joking."

"I'm not," Dante replied solemnly.

"This is a twelve-year-old girl!" Director Carter exclaimed.

"She's not a normal twelve-year-old."

"I don't care if she can fly," Carter snapped. "I own pairs of shoes that are older than this kid. The fate of humanity is at stake here and you want me to rely on someone who's barely a teenager?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Dante said.

"These measures aren't desperate. They're insane."

"Well, maybe it's time we tried something crazy. The CIA has been using the same old techniques to find Pandora for almost seventy years, and they haven't gotten us anywhere. They certainly didn't work in Bern."

Director Carter's gaze went cold, making Dante think that he'd pushed things too far. But then Carter gave a slight nod, conceding that he was right, and sat back in her chair to think.

Dante had seen the director lapse into deep thought before, though never when he was the only one in the room with her. The previous times, he had been a junior agent, relegated to the background, expected only to observe and keep his mouth shut. Carter's long pauses to think in meetings were legendary at the Agency. She had been known to not say anything for up to ten minutes, during which she expected complete silence. This could be awkward for the other agents in the room, but they all greatly respected Carter-revered her even-and so they dealt with it.

Jamilla Carter was in her sixties, the rare CIA director who had risen to the job by being an exceptional agent rather than a political appointee. Her piercing brown eyes stood out against her dark skin. She had been an analyst, rather than a field operative, but then, most CIA employees were analysts, and Carter was one of the best.

Carter was in analysis mode now. She picked up the file Dante had assembled on Charlie Thorne and leafed through it for what was probably the twentieth time that day.

Dante grew uncomfortable watching her, so he let his gaze drift out the window. It was January and the sky was roofed with gray clouds. Squalls of snowflakes swirled outside the window. Even on a sunny day, the buildings of CIA headquarters were drab; today they looked ominous and foreboding.

Carter's eyes shifted from the file to the photograph once again.

Charlotte Thorne, aka Charlie, was a mix of many different races, although she didn't look like one more than any other. If Charlie had been ten years older, this would have been a huge asset. She could have passed for a very tan white person, a light-skinned black person, or Hispanic or Arab or Indian, or even partly Chinese. Looks like that would allow you to blend in anywhere on earth, to pass yourself off as almost any culture if you could speak the language.

But Dante hadn't suggested Charlie because of her appearance. It was because of her intelligence. Her IQ was off the charts. Director Carter had dozens of certified geniuses under her at the CIA, and none of them had IQs as high as Charlie Thorne's. Carter wouldn't have believed anyone could score that high if Dante hadn't provided three separate reports from respected psychologists to confirm it.

Carter flipped through the psych reports again. She had read them twice already. The second time, she had marked them with a red pen, circling words or phrases that were important to her, for reasons that were good or bad. Finally, she looked back at Dante.

"She's brilliant," Carter said. "I'll give you that."

"She's beyond brilliant," Dante corrected. "She speaks at least twelve languages and can understand more. She's already been accepted to college, studying advanced math and theoretical physics. She has a photographic memory. . . ."

"There's no such thing as a photographic memory."

"Well, hers is as close as it gets. Her mind is wired differently than ours. She knows everything about everything. Science, history, art . . . you name it."

"Perhaps. But there are other characteristics of her personality that are more worrisome." Carter tapped some of the reports where she had made notes. "Rebellious. Headstrong. Conceited. Disrespectful of authority."

"Do you know who else was like that as a child?" Dante asked. "Albert Einstein. As well as Leonardo da Vinci, Isaac Newton, Charles Darwin, Benjamin Franklin, and every other groundbreaking genius you can name. Anyone that brilliant is going to chafe at authority. Because they're smarter than the authorities." Dante leaned across the conference table. "The CIA has been searching for Pandora ever since Einstein died, and we've gotten nowhere. So maybe we need someone as smart as Einstein to find it. And the closest person we have to Einstein right now is her." Dante thumped his finger on the photo of Charlie Thorne.

Carter's eyes fell to the photo again, then returned to Dante. Agent Garcia was mentally gifted himself; that was why Director Carter was even sitting here with him, considering his radical suggestion, when she had a thousand other things to do. Like dealing with the fallout from Bern.

Dante was only twenty-eight, but he had already proved himself in the field many times, rising rapidly through the ranks. Like Charlie Thorne, he was a blend of races, able to pass as almost any ethnicity he wanted, meaning he had served all over the world.

"Miss Thorne's disrespect for authority probably goes much farther than Einstein's ever did," Director Carter said. "As far as we know, Einstein never broke the law, whereas Miss Thorne has. And in rather spectacular fashion."

"That's exactly why she'll work for us."

Carter arched an eyebrow. "You want to blackmail her into helping us? That's not exactly going to make her respectful of authority."

"I can handle her."

Carter leafed through the file on Charlie Thorne one last time, considering all the possible ramifications of bringing this girl aboard. The kid was a risky play, for sure. The chances were high that it wouldn't work. And yet, as Agent Garcia had said, these were desperate times. Carter's intelligence said the Furies were closing in on Pandora; meanwhile the CIA was no closer than it had been seven decades ago.

"This will have to be an unsanctioned mission," Carter said. "Completely off the books. There can't be any record that the CIA is coercing twelve-year-olds to work for us."

Dante smiled. "Of course not."

"That means a bare-bones operation as well. Only you and one other agent."

Dante's smile faded. "Only one other? That's crazy!"

"Weren't you just telling me it was time to try something crazy? If it helps, you can select whoever you want."

Dante didn't hesitate for a second. "Milana Moon."

Director Carter nodded. Even though she had thousands of agents working under her, she knew exactly who Moon was. The fact that Dante had named her so quickly simply confirmed his intelligence to her. "Fine. If she'll agree to it."

"I think I can convince her."

"Then we're done here." Carter snapped to her feet and slid the file back across the conference table to Dante. "Destroy that. And then go find Pandora."

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Rhode Island Book Award Nominee

Missouri Mark Twain Award

Illinois Bluestem Book Award Nominee

South Carolina Book Award Nominee

Wyoming Indian Paintbrush Award Nominee

Nebraska Golden Sower Book Award- WINNER

Kentucky Blue Grass Book Award Nominee

Pennsylvania Young Readers Choice Nominee

Virginia Reader's Choice Nominee

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Maud Hart Lovelace Book Award WINNER ﻿

Iowa Children's Book Award WINNER ﻿

Indies Choice/ E.B White Honor Book

C ybils Middle Grade Award Finalist 2010

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