Outside In
Autor Sarah Ellisen Limba Engleză Hardback – 13 mai 2014 – vârsta de la 10 până la 13 ani
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Lynn’s life is full — choir practice, school, shopping for the perfect jeans, and dealing with her free-spirited mother. Then one day her life is saved by a mysterious girl named Blossom, who introduces Lynn to her own world and family — both more bizarre, yet somehow more sane, than Lynn’s own. Blossom’s family is a small band of outcasts and eccentrics who live secretly in an ingenious bunker beneath a city reservoir. The Underlanders forage and trade for the things they need (“Is it useful or lovely?”), living off the things “Citizens” throw away. Lynn is enchanted and amazed. But when she inadvertently reveals their secret, she is forced to take measure of her own motives and lifestyle, as she figures out what it really means to be a family and a friend. This novel is smart, rich, engaging and insightful.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781554983674
ISBN-10: 1554983673
Pagini: 176
Dimensiuni: 127 x 197 x 23 mm
Greutate: 0.32 kg
Editura: GROUNDWOOD BOOKS
Colecția Groundwood Books
Locul publicării:Canada
ISBN-10: 1554983673
Pagini: 176
Dimensiuni: 127 x 197 x 23 mm
Greutate: 0.32 kg
Editura: GROUNDWOOD BOOKS
Colecția Groundwood Books
Locul publicării:Canada
Recenzii
Finalist for the Red Maple Award for Fiction
Finalist for the Chocolate Lily Book Award for Best Novel
Kirkus Reviews Best Books of the Year
Bank Street Best Children's Books of the Year
Globe 100 Best Books
Canadian Children's Book Centre Best Books for Kids and Teens
"More than a thoughtful ode to found family, this slim, sweet novel challenges readers to look anew at the ones they have." — Kirkus Reviews, starred review
"Appealing and provocative, this challenges readers to assess their own lives, bringing up compelling issues as wide-ranging as the ills of consumerism and the obligations of friendship." — Booklist, starred review
"A thoughtful, exciting read that makes everything ordinary suddenly have the possibility to be extraordinary." — School Library Journal
"Ellis is simultaneously a knotty and substantive writer and one with a light, conversational style . . . [A]n excellent book for discussion, eliciting lively partisanship on the question of what’s right and wrong." — Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
Finalist for the Chocolate Lily Book Award for Best Novel
Kirkus Reviews Best Books of the Year
Bank Street Best Children's Books of the Year
Globe 100 Best Books
Canadian Children's Book Centre Best Books for Kids and Teens
"More than a thoughtful ode to found family, this slim, sweet novel challenges readers to look anew at the ones they have." — Kirkus Reviews, starred review
"Appealing and provocative, this challenges readers to assess their own lives, bringing up compelling issues as wide-ranging as the ills of consumerism and the obligations of friendship." — Booklist, starred review
"A thoughtful, exciting read that makes everything ordinary suddenly have the possibility to be extraordinary." — School Library Journal
"Ellis is simultaneously a knotty and substantive writer and one with a light, conversational style . . . [A]n excellent book for discussion, eliciting lively partisanship on the question of what’s right and wrong." — Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books
Notă biografică
Recently nominated for the prestigious Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award, children’s literature’s richest prize, Sarah Ellis teaches in the MFA program at Vermont College of Fine Arts. She lives in Vancouver.
Extras
Lynn tried to inhale. There was a loud silence. Not one bit of air was getting in. Every part of her brain was screaming for her to cough but there was nothing, no sound, no air ...
Something. One quiet voice behind her. “I’m going to help you ... ” Two skinny arms encircled her, paused for a second and then, shockingly, reverse punched her in the middle. The toffee shot out of her mouth and pinged off the mailbox...
Lynn doubled over and took one ragged, raspy breath and another. Her chest and throat and head hurt but the lovely air just kept coming in and out.
Nearly dead. Not dead at all ....
Lynn tried to find her voice. First there was a just a froggy croak and then she pushed out one word. “Who?”
A woman in a shawl pointed down the street. “There she goes. That girl.” Lynn turned just in time to see a figure in a plaid kilt and knee socks disappear around the corner.
“A shy one, I guess,” said the shawl.
Lynn was madly mining her pockets for a tissue to mop up her laughter-running nose but all she came up with was pocket fluff, a bus transfer and one shred of a prehistoric and petrified Kleenex.
Blossom pushed something into her hand. It was white and absorbent and it smelled like blueberry candles.
Lynn took off her glasses, mopped her eyes and nose and then examined the white thing.
“Is this a sock?”
It was like being inside a machine. It was warm and there was a low hum. Small lights glinted on the ceiling. Pipes overhead. It was all hard-edged metal, precise, businesslike. It was very clean.
It smelled like nothing, this Underland.
Something. One quiet voice behind her. “I’m going to help you ... ” Two skinny arms encircled her, paused for a second and then, shockingly, reverse punched her in the middle. The toffee shot out of her mouth and pinged off the mailbox...
Lynn doubled over and took one ragged, raspy breath and another. Her chest and throat and head hurt but the lovely air just kept coming in and out.
Nearly dead. Not dead at all ....
Lynn tried to find her voice. First there was a just a froggy croak and then she pushed out one word. “Who?”
A woman in a shawl pointed down the street. “There she goes. That girl.” Lynn turned just in time to see a figure in a plaid kilt and knee socks disappear around the corner.
“A shy one, I guess,” said the shawl.
Lynn was madly mining her pockets for a tissue to mop up her laughter-running nose but all she came up with was pocket fluff, a bus transfer and one shred of a prehistoric and petrified Kleenex.
Blossom pushed something into her hand. It was white and absorbent and it smelled like blueberry candles.
Lynn took off her glasses, mopped her eyes and nose and then examined the white thing.
“Is this a sock?”
It was like being inside a machine. It was warm and there was a low hum. Small lights glinted on the ceiling. Pipes overhead. It was all hard-edged metal, precise, businesslike. It was very clean.
It smelled like nothing, this Underland.
Premii
- Manitoba Young Readers Choice Award Nominee, 2016