26 Fairmount Avenue (Newbery Honor Book, 2000)

26 Fairmount Avenue (Newbery Honor Book, 2000)

Tomie dePaola

Language: English

Pages: 80

ISBN: 0698118642

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

A Newbery Honor Book

Tomie's family starts building their new house at 26 Fairmount Avenue in 1938, just as a hurricane hits town, starting off a busy, crazy year. Tomie has many adventures all his own, including eating chocolate with his Nana Upstairs, only to find out--the hard way--that they have eaten chocolate laxative. He tries to skip kindergarten when he finds out he won't learn to read until first grade. "I'll be back next year," he says. When Tomie goes to see Snow White, he creates another sensation. Tomie dePaola's childhood memories are hilarious, and his charming illustrations are sure to please.

"A thoroughly entertaining and charming story."—School Library Journal

"DePaola successfully evokes the voice of a precocious, inquisitive five-year-old everyone would want to befriend. Charming black-and-white illustrations animate the scenes and add a period flare, including a photo album-like assemblage of the characters' portraits at the book's start."—Publishers weekly 

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brother sank down in his seat. The Evil Queen went to her Magic Mirror and said the words I knew so well: “Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?” The mirror said it was Snow White, and the Evil Queen looked angrier than ever. Buddy sank down even farther. But he really freaked out when the Evil Queen ordered the huntsman to take Snow White into the woods to be killed, and the woods looked just like Hemlock Grove. Tree limbs grabbed at Snow White, and yellow eyes stared

Chapter One I didn’t always live in the house at 26 Fairmount Avenue. We moved there when I was five years old. I know that because in 1938, when I was still four, a big hurricane hit Meriden, Connecticut, where we lived. We had just started to build our first and only house, when people told my mom and dad that the house was twisting and turning on its foundation, just like Dorothy’s house in The Wizard of Oz. A real hurricane had never reached all the way up to New England before, so nobody

was so high and murky that I was hardly allowed to look at it, much less go near it. “Come away from there, Tomie,” my mom would call. Right after lunch on the day of the hurricane, my mom was talking on the telephone when my dad came home early from the barbershop, where he worked. My brother, Buddy, who was eight, was at school. (His real name was Joe Jr., after my father.) Dad and Mom talked in the kitchen. Then Mom said to me, “Get your coat on, Tomie. We have to go pick up Buddy and some of

1940!” We blew our noisemakers and shouted, “Happy New Year!” In just a few more days... Chapter Nine Everything was crazy. Mom and Dad were packing boxes, packing clothes, running around, saying, “Don’t forget the clock” and “Which box does this go in?” “Here we are, Floss and Joe,” some neighbors said, coming in the front door. “Tell us what to do.” “Hi, boys,” Uncle Charles called as he drove up in his car. “Ready to go?” We were going down to Wallingford for the day so we

wouldn’t be in the way. We were moving—actually moving. I wanted to help; I wanted to see everything. “But think what a big surprise it will be to see your new house all fixed up,” Mrs. Crane said to me. Well, maybe she was right. And I could see that Mom and Dad had a lot to do. Spending the day with Uncle Charles and Mickey Lynch was great. Uncle Charles bought us comic books. We visited Cousin Mabel and her husband, Cousin Bill Powers. We visited Aunt Nell. She made us sandwiches, and tea

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