Posey is such an adorable character - I cannot believe I did not know about these books. I discovered them by accident while at the library, which is why you should always take the time to look over the shelves. You never know what you'll find.This book is a great read-aloud to the kindergartner ...
I liked this one because it confronts a situation I remember very clearly as a child - feeling like what I had to offer wasn't good enough after seeing what others had. In this case it's a birthday gift that just isn't as fancy or expensive. The feelings of jealousy and anger are all too real, an...
All the good things in Margaret’s world are collapsing, one by one, like a row of dominoes. First her dad remarried—plink. Then her grandfather died—plinkplink. Then her grandmother had to sell the house and move into a retirement community—plinkplinkplink. Now Dad’s new wife is having a baby, an...
Tt’s not easy being a nine-year-old kid in the middle of a busy, gifted family. Especially when the list of things you’re good at includes only two items—“Crying” and “Stopping crying”—and the list of things you’re not good at seems to be getting longer every day. When Sophie’s mom suggests t...
Even so, Cecile wanted to yank her hand away from his and hide it behind her back. He was barely holding on to it, but letting it lie loosely in the palm of his hand, which was insultingly dry. His other hand felt like a clamp on Cecile’s back: huge and unmoving. His closed, aloof face said he wa...
Pip cried, throwing open the door. “Look what we have!” Her mother appeared in the living room door. Tears were running down her face. “And look what I have, Pip,” she said. Pip was wrapped in strong arms that smelled of Papa. “Where were you?” she said, pressing her face into his broad chest. “I...
Even putting her hand on the knob of the door to the attic stairs felt dangerous. If Nora caught her, she was dead meat. Clutching the pile of laundry that someone had left on the stairs below and Sophie had swooped up so that in the event Nora caught her, she could tell Nora she was putting away...
said Posey. “I was silly, wasn’t I, Mom?” Her mom stopped the car in front of the school. “You weren’t silly,” she said. “You were just out of kindergarten.” The girls in Posey’s class said the word silly all the time. Sometimes it meant “funny.” Other times it meant “babyish.” “I bet Danny will ...
