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Just finished this a day ago and this is not hyperbole: What Happened on Fox Street by Tricia Springstubb. If you work with children from third grade through middle school, you should read this book and attempt to press it into their hot little hands. It made me laugh, made me think, made me cry. The author conjured beautiful, descriptive sentences that I wish I had written. You won't regret reading What Happened on Fox Street. It will grab you from the first paragraph and hold you until the last page!
Amazing, beautifully-written realistic fiction
Mo and her five year old sister Dottie live on Fox Street (a dead end) with their dad. Mo defines her life by Fox Street: her relationships with her varyingly kookie neighbors, the rhythms of the neighborhood, and the memories people have of her dead mother. This is her universe, so when changes come, she feels threatened and must redefine both her street and herself. Through these changes—good, bad, and excruciatingly difficult—one thing sustains Mo: the possibility of someday seeing a real fox on Fox Street.
Though the narrative is realistic fiction, Mo has moments wonder and awe that feel touched by whimsy and the fantastic. She faces difficult situations, such as the possibility of moving, and struggling to be both a sister and a substitute mother of her younger sister, but she emerges with wisdom and a changed view of the world. You will, too!
Tricia Springstubb, you are my hero!
Though the narrative is realistic fiction, Mo has moments wonder and awe that feel touched by whimsy and the fantastic. She faces difficult situations, such as the possibility of moving, and struggling to be both a sister and a substitute mother of her younger sister, but she emerges with wisdom and a changed view of the world. You will, too!
Tricia Springstubb, you are my hero!
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over ...
(from "Fog")
Hog Butcher for the World,
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders...
(from "Chicago")
Pile the bodies high...
Shovel them under and let me work--
I am the grass; I cover all...
(from "Grass")
If I should pass the tomb of Jonah
I would stop there and sit for awhile;
Because I was swallowed one time deep in the dark
And came out alive after all.
(from "Losers")
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over ...
(from "Fog")
Hog Butcher for the World,
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders...
(from "Chicago")
Pile the bodies high...
Shovel them under and let me work--
I am the grass; I cover all...
(from "Grass")
If I should pass the tomb of Jonah
I would stop there and sit for awhile;
Because I was swallowed one time deep in the dark
And came out alive after all.
(from "Losers")
