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Two-time Newbery Medalist Kate DiCamillo returns to her roots with a moving, masterful story of an unforgettable summer friendship.
Raymie Clarke has come to realize that everything, absolutely everything, depends on her. And she has a plan. If Raymie can win the Little Miss Central Florida Tire competition, then her father, who left town two days ago with a dental hygienist, will see Raymie's picture in the paper and (maybe) come home. To win, not only does Raymie have to do good deeds and learn how to twirl a baton; she also has to contend with the wispy, frequently fainting Louisiana Elefante, who has a show-business background, and the fiery, stubborn Beverly Tapinski, who’s determined to sabotage the contest. But as the competition approaches, loneliness, loss, and unanswerable questions draw the three girls into an unlikely friendship — and challenge each of them to come to the rescue in unexpected ways.
much Chopin played in this establishment,” said Isabelle. Raymie looked up. “Write that, too,” said Isabelle. A long silence prevailed in the room. “I don’t know how to spell Chopin,” said Raymie finally. “What do they teach you in those schools?” asked Isabelle. This, Raymie knew, was another impossible, unanswerable adult question. She waited. “He was a musician,” said Isabelle. “An entirely too gloomy one. Chopin is a proper name. Therefore, it begins with a capital C and is followed by
terrifyingly polite voice she had used before. “I like this room,” said Louisiana. “You could dance on this floor. You could put on a show here.” “Well,” said Martha, “I suppose you could. There’s not a lot of dancing here, and I don’t believe that we have ever had a show. But perhaps someday. Who knows?” Martha shook her head. And then she clapped her hands. “Okay, girls. You just head down the hallway. Raymie, you know which door is Isabelle’s.” Raymie nodded. She knew which door was Alice
“Yeah,” said Beverly. “You said so already.” She turned to Raymie. “You can wait here. It’s fine.” “No,” said Louisiana. “All of us. All the Rancheros. Or we don’t go at all.” “Okay,” said Raymie, because she had to go where they went. She had to protect them if she could. They had to protect her. The three of them stepped into Building 10. Beverly’s flashlight beam wavered in the darkness and then it held steady. It smelled terrible inside. Ammonia. Something rotten. Beverly shone the
“That’s right,” said Beverly. “Criminals. Those two look like they could rob a bank. And what kind of name is Louisiana, anyway? Louisiana is the name of a state. It’s not what you call a person. That girl is probably operating under an assumed name. She’s probably running from the law. That’s why she seems so afraid in that rabbity kind of way. I tell you what: Fear is a big waste of time. I’m not afraid of anything.” Beverly threw her baton up high in the air and caught it with a professional
forests, or UFOs. Sometimes, when he held up a book, Mr. Option’s hands shook with nervousness. Or maybe it was excitement. In any case, on the last day of school, Edward Option had said to Raymie, “You are such a good reader, Raymie Clarke, that I wonder if you might be interested in diversifying. I have here a nonfiction book that you might enjoy.” “Okay,” said Raymie, even though she had absolutely no interest in nonfiction. She liked stories. Mr. Option held up A Bright and Shining Path: