War and Millie McGonigle

Product Description The Newbery Award-Winning Author Of Catherine, Called Birdy And The MidwifeS Apprentice Tells A Heartfelt And Humorous Story Of Wwii On The Homefront.Millie Mcgonigle Lives In Sunny California, Where Her Days Are Filled With Beach And Surf. It Should Be Perfect--But Times Are Tough. Hitler Is Attacking Europe And It Looks Like The United States May Be Going To War. Food Is Rationed And Money Is Tight. And MillieS Sickly Little Sister Gets All The Attention And CouldnT Be More Of A Pain If She Tried. ItS All Millie Can Do To Stay Calm And Feel In Control.Still--ThereS Sand Beneath Her Feet. A New Neighbor From The City, Who Has Alot To Teach Millie. And Surfer Boy Rocky To Admire--Even If She DoesnT Have The Guts To Talk To Him.ItS A Time Of Sunshine, Siblings, And Stress. Will Millie Be Able To Find Her Way In Her Family, And Keep Her Balance As The The World Around Her Loses Its Own? Review Transforms Grim History Into A Light For Dark Times.-Kirkus Reviews, Starred ReviewA Lively Choice For Historical Fiction Fans. -BooklistNewbery Medalist Cushman Melds Historical Detail And Generous Humor In This Gently Paced Novel Of Family Travails And Sociopolitical Tensions Set In 1941 California. -Publishers WeeklyWorld War Ii Raises The Stakes, Though, Presenting A Momentous Obstacle That Even The Most Determined Child Cannot Fully Master, But Renaming Her Journal Book Of Life Helps Millie Make A Fresh Start. -The BulletinA Must-Buy For School And ChildrenS Libraries Looking To Expand Their Historical Fiction Selections.-School Library JournalAnother Outstanding CreationA Lively Book Filled With Humor, Love And Transformation.-Bookpage About The Author Karen CushmanS First Book,Catherine, Called Birdy, Was A Newbery Honor Winner And Her Second,The MidwifeS Apprentice, Was Awarded The Newbery Medal. She Was An Adjunct Professor In Museum Studies At John F. Kennedy University For 11 Years, Before Retiring To Vashon Island, Near Seattle, Washington, In Order To Write Full Time. Excerpt. Reprinted By Permission. All Rights Reserved. September20, 1941Saturdaygeorge Lifted The Slimy Creature To His Mouth And Bit It Right Between The Eyes. I Had Seen Him And The Other Portuguese Octopus Fishermen Do That A Hundred Times, But It Still Made Me Shudder. DoesnT That Taste Muddy And Disgusting?Nah, He Said, Wiping His Mouth On His Sleeve. Only Salty. I Told You, This Way He DonT Die But Only Sleeps, Stays Fresh Til HeS Cooked.George Threw The Octopus Into A Bucket And Slid Over To Another Hole In The Mud. He Filled A Turkey Baster From A Grimy Clorox Bottle And Squirted The Bleach Into The Hole. In A Minute Another Octopus Slithered To The Surface To Avoid The Bleach. George Grabbed It, Pulled It Out, And Bit It. You Want? Makes Good Stew.Another Shudder Ran Up My Back, And I Shook My Head. ID As Soon Eat Sand-Flea Soup Or Mud-Snail Chowder! ILl Take My Fish From A Can, Thank You, Mixed With Mayo And Chopped Onion. Black Olives, Maybe. Anyway, The Mcgonigles Money Troubles, Bad As They Were, Did Not Require Us To Eat Octopus Stew. Not Yet, Anyway.I Pulled My Book Of Dead Things From The Waistband Of My Shorts.The Octopuses In The Bucket WerenT Exactly Dead, But Close Enough, I Decided, To Add To The Book. Squatting Down, I Examined Them Closely: Squishy And Grayish With Yellow Splotches, Many Legs, Bright Blue Eyes On... Hey, George, Octopuses Have Blue Eyes!He Wiped His Face With His Wet And Muddy Hands, Leaving His Face Wet And Muddy. Nah, Those Fake Eyes. He Pulled Another From Its Hole. Their Real Eyes Up Here, See.I Looked. Indeed The OctopusS Real Eyes Were Higher On Its Head. Dark And Kind Of Sad. And George Bit It Right Between Them.I Sketched An Octopus As Best I Could, Not Being Any Kind Of Artist. My Drawing Looked Like A Blob Of Nothing, Which Is Pretty Much What The Octopuses Looke