The Voice on the Radio: The Face on the Milk Carton Series
Autor Caroline B. Cooneyen Limba Engleză Paperback – 25 iul 2012 – vârsta de la 12 ani
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For Reeve, college life seems overwhelming. And as a first-time disc jockey at his college radio station, he is discovering that dead air can kill you. To fill the silence, he finds himself spilling Janie's story over the airwaves. Reeve is so sure that Janie will never find out what's making his broadcast such a hit that he doesn't stop himself. What will be the price for Janie?
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780385742405
ISBN-10: 0385742401
Pagini: 183
Dimensiuni: 140 x 210 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.18 kg
Editura: Ember
Seria The Face on the Milk Carton Series
ISBN-10: 0385742401
Pagini: 183
Dimensiuni: 140 x 210 x 12 mm
Greutate: 0.18 kg
Editura: Ember
Seria The Face on the Milk Carton Series
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Notă biografică
CAROLINE B. COONEY is the bestselling author of more than 30 young adult books, including the million-copy plus bestseller, The Face on the Milk Carton.
Extras
Derek Himself stared incredulously. Cal, a deejay, and Vinnie, the station manager, who were the other two guys at the station tonight, looked up from their paperwork. All three began to snicker, and then actually to snort, with laughter, although background noise was forbidden when the mike was on; it would be picked up and broadcast. Once upon a time? A beginning for kindergartners. A beginning for fairy tales and picture books.
Reeve would never live it down. He really would have to transfer.
He pictured Cordell laughing at him. Laughed at by a roommate stupider and smellier than anybody on campus? He imagined the guys in the dorm yelling Loser! Loser! Guys he wanted to be friends with but hadn't pulled it off yet. Guys who would not be polite about how worthless Reeve was.
"Once upon a time," he repeated helplessly, stuck in horrible repetition of that stupid phrase.
And then talk arrived, like a tape that had come in the mail. For Reeve Shields really did know a story that began with "Once upon a time."
"I dated a dizzy redhead. Dizzy is a compliment. Janie was light and airy. Like hope and joy. My girlfriend," he said softly, into the microphone. Into the world.
"You know the type. Really cute, fabulous red hair, lived next door. Good in school, of course, girls like that always are. Janie had lots of friends and she was crazy about her mom and dad, because that's the kind of family people like that have."
Never had Reeve's voice sounded so rich and appealing.
"Except," said Reeve, "except one day in the school cafeteria, a perfectly ordinary day, when kids were stealing each other's desserts and spilling each other's milk, Janie just happened to glance down at the picture of that missing child printed on the milk carton."
His slow voice seemed to draw a half-pint of milk, with its little black-and-white picture of a missing child. It was almost visible, that little milk carton, that dim and wax-covered photograph.
"And the face on the milk carton," said Reeve, "was Janie herself."
He deepened his voice, moving from informative into mysterious. "They can't fit much information on the side of a half-pint," said Reeve, "but the milk carton said that little girl had been missing since she was three. Missing for twelve years."
In radio, you could not see your audience. Reeve could not know whether he really did have an audience. Radio was faith.
"Can you imagine if your daughter, or your sister, had disappeared twelve years ago? Twelve years have gone by, and yet you still believe. Surely somehow, somewhere, she must be waiting, and listening. You haven't given up hope. You refuse to admit she's probably dead by now, probably was dead all along. You believe there is a chance in a million that if you put her picture on a milk carton, she'll see it."
Beyond the mike, Reeve imagined dormitories--kids slouched on beds and floors, listening. Listening to him.
"Well," said Reeve, "she saw it."
From the Hardcover edition.
Reeve would never live it down. He really would have to transfer.
He pictured Cordell laughing at him. Laughed at by a roommate stupider and smellier than anybody on campus? He imagined the guys in the dorm yelling Loser! Loser! Guys he wanted to be friends with but hadn't pulled it off yet. Guys who would not be polite about how worthless Reeve was.
"Once upon a time," he repeated helplessly, stuck in horrible repetition of that stupid phrase.
And then talk arrived, like a tape that had come in the mail. For Reeve Shields really did know a story that began with "Once upon a time."
"I dated a dizzy redhead. Dizzy is a compliment. Janie was light and airy. Like hope and joy. My girlfriend," he said softly, into the microphone. Into the world.
"You know the type. Really cute, fabulous red hair, lived next door. Good in school, of course, girls like that always are. Janie had lots of friends and she was crazy about her mom and dad, because that's the kind of family people like that have."
Never had Reeve's voice sounded so rich and appealing.
"Except," said Reeve, "except one day in the school cafeteria, a perfectly ordinary day, when kids were stealing each other's desserts and spilling each other's milk, Janie just happened to glance down at the picture of that missing child printed on the milk carton."
His slow voice seemed to draw a half-pint of milk, with its little black-and-white picture of a missing child. It was almost visible, that little milk carton, that dim and wax-covered photograph.
"And the face on the milk carton," said Reeve, "was Janie herself."
He deepened his voice, moving from informative into mysterious. "They can't fit much information on the side of a half-pint," said Reeve, "but the milk carton said that little girl had been missing since she was three. Missing for twelve years."
In radio, you could not see your audience. Reeve could not know whether he really did have an audience. Radio was faith.
"Can you imagine if your daughter, or your sister, had disappeared twelve years ago? Twelve years have gone by, and yet you still believe. Surely somehow, somewhere, she must be waiting, and listening. You haven't given up hope. You refuse to admit she's probably dead by now, probably was dead all along. You believe there is a chance in a million that if you put her picture on a milk carton, she'll see it."
Beyond the mike, Reeve imagined dormitories--kids slouched on beds and floors, listening. Listening to him.
"Well," said Reeve, "she saw it."
From the Hardcover edition.
Recenzii
Praise for The Voice on the Radio:
*"Cooney's outstanding command of emotional tension has taken this novel to extraordinary heights."
--School Library Journal, starred review
*"Readers of Cooney's addictive The Face on the Milk Carton and Whatever Happened to Janie? can start licking their chops."
--Publishers Weekly, starred review
*"A 'must purchase' . . . . The Voice on the Radio elicits a powerful response in readers and is a real page-turner, so plan to purchase multiple copies to satisfy the demands of your teen readers."
--Voice of Youth Advocates (VOYA)
Also by Caroline B. Cooney:
The Face on the Milk Carton is an IRA-CBC Children's Choice book, and Whatever Happened to Janie? was selected as an ALA Best Book for Young Adults.
From the Paperback edition.
*"Cooney's outstanding command of emotional tension has taken this novel to extraordinary heights."
--School Library Journal, starred review
*"Readers of Cooney's addictive The Face on the Milk Carton and Whatever Happened to Janie? can start licking their chops."
--Publishers Weekly, starred review
*"A 'must purchase' . . . . The Voice on the Radio elicits a powerful response in readers and is a real page-turner, so plan to purchase multiple copies to satisfy the demands of your teen readers."
--Voice of Youth Advocates (VOYA)
Also by Caroline B. Cooney:
The Face on the Milk Carton is an IRA-CBC Children's Choice book, and Whatever Happened to Janie? was selected as an ALA Best Book for Young Adults.
From the Paperback edition.
Descriere
The follow-up to "Whatever Happened to Janie?" The kidnapping is long past, and the Johnsons and the Springs are on the way to restoring their lives. As Janie tries to balance herself between the two families, she feels torn. It seems the only thing keeping her together is her love for Reeve, but he is away at college and Janie misses him terribly.
Premii
- Pennsylvania Young Reader's Choice Award Nominee, 2001