By Odo Hirsch
A Queen of seven countries longs for a Delicious and hard to find Melidrop. Bartlett is called to the palace of the Queen to find her one. Bartlett and friend his friend Jacques must take a ship and journey to the land of the Melidrop.
According to Bartlett's training as an explorer he will need inventiveness, desperation, and perseverance in order to bring a Melidrop back to the Queen.
"this is a wonderful adventure series that will keep you captivated until
the very end."
This book is suitable for 3rd grade and up.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
An Excerpt from The Family Under the Bridge
By Natalie Savage Carlson
Armand scowled ferociously as he pushed his buggy along the river. He walked through another bridge tunnel. It was deep and inviting and there were iron rings over which he could hang his things. But the Paris fire boats were moored along the quay.
"Comes a fire on the water front and all of Paris will gather on my roof," He mumbled.
so he plodded on to another bridge. He only stopped once to watch a man pull in his fishing line because he thought there was a big fish on the hook. But it was only a sodden shoe.
"Ah, that's the way our hopes go, monsieur," Armand sadly told the fisherman. Then he started jumping up and down with excitement. "The mate to the one in my buggy ," He cried. "That's it!"
The fisherman yanked the old shoe off the hook and tossed it to Armand. "Oh, la, la, monsieur," said the hobo, "but that just goes to show we should never give up hope."
At last he found a bridge shelter that suited him. He spread his canvas out as carefully as a family man laying a rug in a new house.
This book is suitable for 4th grade and up.
"What a lovely book." says mom.
Tristan says "I really liked that book."
"I didn't want to read it at first, but I soon changed my mind."
Rowan informed me.
Armand scowled ferociously as he pushed his buggy along the river. He walked through another bridge tunnel. It was deep and inviting and there were iron rings over which he could hang his things. But the Paris fire boats were moored along the quay.
"Comes a fire on the water front and all of Paris will gather on my roof," He mumbled.
so he plodded on to another bridge. He only stopped once to watch a man pull in his fishing line because he thought there was a big fish on the hook. But it was only a sodden shoe.
"Ah, that's the way our hopes go, monsieur," Armand sadly told the fisherman. Then he started jumping up and down with excitement. "The mate to the one in my buggy ," He cried. "That's it!"
The fisherman yanked the old shoe off the hook and tossed it to Armand. "Oh, la, la, monsieur," said the hobo, "but that just goes to show we should never give up hope."
At last he found a bridge shelter that suited him. He spread his canvas out as carefully as a family man laying a rug in a new house.
This book is suitable for 4th grade and up.
"What a lovely book." says mom.
Tristan says "I really liked that book."
"I didn't want to read it at first, but I soon changed my mind."
Rowan informed me.
Friday, March 4, 2011
The Chaos Clock
by Gill Arbuthnott
Kate and David are two eleven year old friends from Edinburgh, Scotland.
In Edinburgh time is breaking loose, the lords of chaos and the guardians of time are battling.
Mr. Flowerdew has given Kate her Grandmothers necklace to use to restrain the power of chaos.
Will David be able to help the guardians if it means loosing his mother all over again?
This book is suitable for 5th grade and up.
4 out of 5 stars
Kate and David are two eleven year old friends from Edinburgh, Scotland.
In Edinburgh time is breaking loose, the lords of chaos and the guardians of time are battling.
Mr. Flowerdew has given Kate her Grandmothers necklace to use to restrain the power of chaos.
Will David be able to help the guardians if it means loosing his mother all over again?
This book is suitable for 5th grade and up.
4 out of 5 stars
The Talking Earth
by Jean Craighead George
A tale of a Seminole girl and her adventure in the Everglades with an otter, a panther, and an old land tortoise.
Billie Wind was sent to the Everglades by the Seminole counsel for doubting the stories and legends of the Seminole.
She must learn to understand the animals "talk" before she can go back home.
This book is suitable for 4th grade and up.
A tale of a Seminole girl and her adventure in the Everglades with an otter, a panther, and an old land tortoise.
Billie Wind was sent to the Everglades by the Seminole counsel for doubting the stories and legends of the Seminole.
She must learn to understand the animals "talk" before she can go back home.
This book is suitable for 4th grade and up.
An Excerpt From The Chaos Clock
PROLOGUE
The rising wind howled through the small trees at the water's edge, flattening the grass between the village and the loch.
"Hurry. We don't have much time."
The smith took no notice.
" the blade will not be hurried." He raised the hammer and brought it down once more on the edge of the sword he was forging. "Are the children away?"
"Yes. The village is empty save for us four. Listen."
Twisted into the noise of the wind were other sounds: voices, howling, roars, grinding.
The chief caught the smith's arm as he raised it again. "There is no more time. Quench the blade."
The smith nodded shortly. "Go. Stand with the others. I will bring the sword." He raised from the great blackened oak stump that served as an anvil and, his hand protected by thick layers of leather, dropped it into the tub of water. The water boiled as it cooled the metal and the air filled with the reek of hot bronze. Satisfied, the Chief lifted the deerskin, which served as a door curtain.
Outside in the twilight, two women waited: the Wise Woman and the smith's wife. They stood braced against the wind, looking around for the source of the howls and cries that it carried to them.
The Wise Woman handed the Chief a spear, headed with a shaft of rowan wood.
The rising wind howled through the small trees at the water's edge, flattening the grass between the village and the loch.
"Hurry. We don't have much time."
The smith took no notice.
" the blade will not be hurried." He raised the hammer and brought it down once more on the edge of the sword he was forging. "Are the children away?"
"Yes. The village is empty save for us four. Listen."
Twisted into the noise of the wind were other sounds: voices, howling, roars, grinding.
The chief caught the smith's arm as he raised it again. "There is no more time. Quench the blade."
The smith nodded shortly. "Go. Stand with the others. I will bring the sword." He raised from the great blackened oak stump that served as an anvil and, his hand protected by thick layers of leather, dropped it into the tub of water. The water boiled as it cooled the metal and the air filled with the reek of hot bronze. Satisfied, the Chief lifted the deerskin, which served as a door curtain.
Outside in the twilight, two women waited: the Wise Woman and the smith's wife. They stood braced against the wind, looking around for the source of the howls and cries that it carried to them.
The Wise Woman handed the Chief a spear, headed with a shaft of rowan wood.
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