May B.

May B.

Caroline Starr Rose

Language: English

Pages: 240

ISBN: 0385374143

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


"If May is a brave, stubborn fighter, the short, free-verse lines are one-two punches in this Laura Ingalls Wilder-inspired ode to the human spirit." — Kirkus Reviews, Starred

I've known it since last night:
It's been too long to expect them to return. 
Something's happened.

May is helping out on a neighbor's Kansas prairie homestead—just until Christmas, says Pa. She wants to contribute, but it's hard to be separated from her family by 15 long, unfamiliar miles. Then the unthinkable happens: May is abandoned. Trapped in a tiny snow-covered sod house, isolated from family and neighbors, May must prepare for the oncoming winter. While fighting to survive, May's memories of her struggles with reading at school come back to haunt her. But she's determined to find her way home again. Caroline Starr Rose's fast-paced novel, written in beautiful and riveting verse, gives readers a strong new heroine to love.

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myself under the quilts. 103 “I won’t,” I told Teacher. She lifted my chin with a finger. “You won’t or you can’t?” I felt my cheeks flame there in front of everyone, all those eyes examining me like an oddity, some abnormal thing. “I won’t,” I said again. She thrust the book before me, the copy Miss Sanders had left behind. “Read it,” she said. Hiram’s lips moved, saying something I couldn’t follow. Everyone waited, staring at me. My insides clenched.

must move while there’s still light. I stamp my feet to rouse them. Pain shoots through my toes, a promise I’m still living. 138 I trudge toward the purple darkness and turn sometimes to see if the sunlight has taken pity on me, if it might wait to see me home. But it is well beyond that imaginary place where the sky meets land— the only light just a memory of this day. 139 Do I see or hear it first, the shadow where the sun once was, distant bells, the unsure

altered to create more dramatic movement within the story. For those interested in learning more about Kansas history, frontier living, or dyslexia, here are some helpful resources: The Kansas Historical Society: kshs.org The Prairie Museum of Art and History (Colby, Kansas): prairiemuseum.org The International Dyslexia Association: interdys.org Acknowledgments Many thanks to those who have played a role in the creation of this book: It’s not often an author is lucky enough to

long division in my head. It is dark and quiet, and the heavy air remains. 20 I wake to the gray of early dawn and stay silent as sleep, so as not to rouse the Oblingers. But there’s no need: I’m not the only one awake. The sound is muffled, like a child at her mother’s shoulder. Just as Hiram can’t hold back laughter during family prayers, Mrs. Oblinger’s sobs escape the blankets. Surely Mr. Oblinger hears? Three of us awake, two pretending sleep. 21 Mr.

what’s true: Already the evening sky is pushing back the daylight. Gooseflesh tingles on my arms. I don’t know where I am, I can’t know where I’m going. And suddenly, I’m running back! I’m running— my heels slam into the hard-packed earth. Running— my breath’s jagged. Running— birds scatter from their grass nests. I need those walls around me! The pillowcase slaps my back. Pain rips through my ankle. I tumble to the ground and curse the hole I’ve stepped in. The sky

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