The Power of Harmony
Autor Jan L Coatesen Limba Engleză Paperback – 12 mai 2013 – vârsta de la 9 până la 12 ani
Jennifer’s best friend has moved away and she has become the sole focus for the mean-spirited teasing from the “mean girls” and the “bad boys”
at school. But when the new girl, Melody, joins their class the bullies have a new victim. Melody is native and has moved from the recently closed residential school to join the fifth grade class at Summerhill.
At first Jennifer is nervous about becoming friends with Melody. She has heard what people (including her grandmother) say about “those people.” But as she gets to know her new classmate, she discovers that they have more in common than she first thought ߝ both of them find sanctuary amongst the books in the town library and both of them love music and being outdoors. Set in a small town in the coal mining regions of Nova Scotia during the late 1960s, this story of discovery and friendship perfectly captures time and place through the voice of its young narrator, Jennifer.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780889954953
ISBN-10: 088995495X
Pagini: 260
Dimensiuni: 133 x 190 x 20 mm
Greutate: 0.29 kg
Editura: Red Deer Press
ISBN-10: 088995495X
Pagini: 260
Dimensiuni: 133 x 190 x 20 mm
Greutate: 0.29 kg
Editura: Red Deer Press
Recenzii
Praise for A Hare in the Elephant's Trunk "Inspired by Jacob's true story, Coates writes vividly and poetically, establishing a clear historical context for her inspirational tale."
(starred review, Kirkus Reviews)
Notă biografică
Jan L Coates started writing for young readers in 2000. She went to Acadia University and now works as a teacher as well as giving school writing workshops through the Writer's Federation of Nova Scotia. She is the author of several books for young readers including Rainbows in the Dark and the critically acclaimed A Hare in the Elephant's Trunk.
She lives with her family in Wolfville, Nova Scotia.
Extras
“The mirror on the back of the bathroom door’s all cloudy. Makes me look like an angel. A skinny freckly angel in an itchy white dress. I’ve got the voice of an angel, too. That’s what my music teacher tells me. Only I don’t want to be in God’s heavenly choir. Not yet. Since that’s just a nice way of saying somebody died.
I pull up my knee socks, then wet my fingers to flatten the cowlick in my bangs. Fold my hands together in front of my belly and whisper-sing. But I look so silly with my eyebrows wiggling up and down and my mouth all popped open, that I burst out laughing. The kind of laughing that might melt into crying.
Dad’s waiting for me in the church hallway, leaning back against the wall, on two legs of his chair, right next to a pink and green poster. Whistling, acting like everything’s hunky dory. “All set?”
I try to smile, but after the bathroom door clicks closed behind me, it’s quiet. Too quiet. I read the poster. Twice. Cumberland County Music Festival, 1968. Spring Into Song! All of a sudden, the people inside the main part of the church start clapping. I squeeze my belly, try to settle the butterflies. “How many people are in there? I thought there’d just be a few.”
I pull up my knee socks, then wet my fingers to flatten the cowlick in my bangs. Fold my hands together in front of my belly and whisper-sing. But I look so silly with my eyebrows wiggling up and down and my mouth all popped open, that I burst out laughing. The kind of laughing that might melt into crying.
Dad’s waiting for me in the church hallway, leaning back against the wall, on two legs of his chair, right next to a pink and green poster. Whistling, acting like everything’s hunky dory. “All set?”
I try to smile, but after the bathroom door clicks closed behind me, it’s quiet. Too quiet. I read the poster. Twice. Cumberland County Music Festival, 1968. Spring Into Song! All of a sudden, the people inside the main part of the church start clapping. I squeeze my belly, try to settle the butterflies. “How many people are in there? I thought there’d just be a few.”