French, Vivian., Ahlberg, Jessica. Somerville, MA: Candlewick Press, 2010. Nonfiction.Vivian French takes a subject that is often seen as yucky and gross (worms!) and presents it in a way that is interesting and engaging. This subject is presented through a story of a boy and his grandma working ...
When Alf wheeled to the right, Marcus followed; it didn’t occur to him until a few moments later that this was a much narrower path and could easily be missed. He pulled his pony to a halt and considered the situation. It was beginning to get dark, and with nighttime coming it would be all too ea...
“I’ve had enough,” she announced. “More than enough. You’re big girls now. Far too big to be cluttering up my house, lying around like pigs in a sty and never lifting a finger except when you want to push food into your greedy, grasping mouths. There’s nothing I can do with that useless lump you ...
Snarler had run straight into the still-steaming mire where Truda had destroyed the blackberry bushes, and his feet were on fire. Several other dogs skidded after him, and their howls mixed with his in a cacophony of agony. Together they limped back to their master, and the smile was wiped from B...
Is it really you?” Marcus, swinging from the ham-size fist of a soldier, tried to speak, but his collar was too tight. “Unf,” he said. “Put my son down,” his father ordered. The soldier loosened his grip. “Excuse me, Your Maj...