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A delightful fantasy tale about family by the author of the internationally best-selling Pippi Longstocking books, now in paperback Nine-year-old Karl Anders Nilsson is the unwelcome foster child of an uncaring couple. Lonely and neglected, he yearns for simple things, things that many children already have: a warm and loving home of his own, someone to share his sorrows and joys with, and, most important, his real father. Then, on October 15, Karl simply disappears. Where has he gone? (Police are searching for him ) But Karl is far away from chilly Stockholm, in Farawayland, where he has found his father, who is none other than the king of that land. And now Karl faces a truly dangerous mission. Prophecies have foretold his coming for thousands of years. He, his new best friend Pompoo, and Miramis, his wonderful flying horse with a golden mane, must travel together into the darkness of Outer Land to do battle with Sir Kato, the cruel abductor of the children of Farawayland. Only a child of the royal blood can stop him...
This is a story about a Biracial Japanese elementary girl who with the help of her kind and caring teacher confronts racism and bullying. It conveys an important message that all children are beautiful regardless of their skin color, it is practical in nature because it models for teachers, parents, and children on how they can solve the problem of racist bullying. I created this beautiful book, to help children see that there's always room to include others. The story is a great lesson in the importance of friendship, in helping children who are bullied or more shy students, and how small acts of kindness can make all the difference. I want children to be able to see themselves in this book and understand that it does get better and that other people not accepting them doesn't mean something is wrong with them.
Its beckoning paw has a cult fanbase, but the lucky cat is more than just a cute ornament. The iconic creature is a symbol of good fortune and used as a powerful lucky charm in shops and homes across Japan, China, and beyond. The lucky cat (or maneki neko in Japanese) has a long history dating back to the 17th century that's packed with fascinating folklore, serious symbolism and countless contemporary cat spin-offs. Its paw, bib, coin, collar, and colors all have meaning. Did you know a pink cat will bring you luck in love, while a gold cat is all about wealth? Or that a left-pawed cat is used by businesses to attract customers, while a cat with a beckoning right paw is found in homes as talisman? Dive into this adorable book to find out all you need to know about the beautiful lucky cat.
The New York Times–bestselling author of Rose Daughter reimagines the classic French fairy tale of Beauty and the Beast. I was the youngest of three daughters. Our literal-minded mother named us Grace, Hope, and Honour. . . . My father still likes to tell the story of how I acquired my odd nickname: I had come to him for further information when I first discovered that our names meant something besides you-come-here. He succeeded in explaining grace and hope, but he had some difficulty trying to make the concept of honour understandable to a five-year-old. . . . I said: ‘Huh! I’d rather be Beauty.’ . . . By the time it was evident that I was going to let the family down by being plain, I’d been called Beauty for over six years. . . . I wasn’t really very fond of my given name, Honour, either . . . as if ‘honourable’ were the best that could be said of me. The sisters’ wealthy father loses all his money when his merchant fleet is drowned in a storm, and the family moves to a village far away. Then the old merchant hears what proves to be a false report that one of his ships had made it safe to harbor at last, and on his sad, disappointed way home again he becomes lost deep in the forest and has a terrifying encounter with a fierce Beast, who walks like a man and lives in a castle. The merchant’s life is forfeit, says the Beast, for trespass and the theft of a rose—but he will spare the old man’s life if he sends one of his daughters: “Your daughter would take no harm from me, nor from anything that lives in my lands.” When Beauty hears this story—for her father had picked the rose to bring to her—her sense of honor demands that she take up the Beast’s offer, for “cannot a Beast be tamed?” This “splendid story” by the Newbery Medal–winning author of The Hero and the Crown has been named an ALA Notable Book and a Phoenix Award Honor Book (Publishers Weekly).
My grandmother Santa would whisper to me “Sciatu mio, you are the reason why I breathe.Based on the life of Frank J. Pennisi's own father, Giuseppe, Sciatu Mio is the sequel to his debut, The Prince of Sackett Street, Sciatu Mio is a rich and multi-layered romantic novel spanning three generations of the Parisi family, from 1850-1985, featuring Michael from Red Hook, Brooklyn, his father Giuseppe, and his great grandfather, Barone Salvatore from Sicily.Historical events are interwoven with stories of the horrific treatment of the Carusi children for control of the sulfur mines in Floristella and the brutal Mafia wars for control of the New York docks. Gripping, tense, and at times ironic and humorous, this page turner will keep readers riveted as they wonder if Salvatore, Giuseppe, and Michael find their sciatu mio despite the tangled webs of deceit and treachery. Sciatu mio means “my breath” and is the ultimate expression of love. Not everyone in life is lucky to find their one true love but if they do they have found their sciatu mio.Growing up, my father would tell me stories about how our family in Sicily came from nobility, and that they lived in castles. That was hard to imagine since my father and I lived in a three-room cold water flat with a bathroom in the hallway. When I was 17 my father died and I was on my own. Thirty years later my wife, Carolyn and I found ourselves in beautiful Taormina, Sicily and decided to look into the family roots. I wasn't sure this was such a good idea recalling the characters out of Red Hook.We drove to Piazza Pennisi south of town. The piazza was surrounded by stately palm trees and a magnificent 200 year old Arab Norman castle in the midst of an enchanting tropical giardini. As we drove up to the gates I couldn't help but think of my father and the stories he once told - maybe they weren't all myths.The name printed under the bell was Orazio Pennisi. A fragile voice came over the speaker, "Che sai?" I answered "Sono Francesco Pennisi di Stati Uniti volglio trovare me famiglia." And so began the incredible story of how I found my family.They introduced themselves as Orazio and Lina Pennisi di Floristella. They were very cordial and asked us to stay for dinner, which we did. We exchanged addresses and telephone numbers, but we never established bloodline.It was Christmas morning in Myrtle Beach and the memories of Sicily were 2 months behind us when the phone rang. It was Orazio and Lina wishing us Buon Natale. He asked us to come back to Sicily and stay with them because the family wanted to get to know us.We arrived in Catania in April and Etna was covered with snow. Orazio assigned us our room and said "you can come and go as you wish, here are the keys." When we were alone, I turned to Carolyn and said "can you imagine, from a kid in Red Hook living in a ghetto and now I have the keys to the castle?"We had a fabulous time meeting family members, eating at family functions and just learning about this wonderful noble family. My heart belonged to Orazio and at 85 he was the oldest of the family and out of respect everyone called him the Barone. He and Lina never had children and it seemed they had adopted us.The day we had to leave was a sad day for me. We felt like family even thoguh we never established bloodline. I kissed Orazio as we got ready to leave and said "I'm so proud of this family, the history and accomplishment." Orazio looked at me and said, "you are proud of us? You started with nothing and on your own you have become a Signore and we are proud of you."As I tried to hold back tears I attempted to give back the keys, but he pushed my hands aside and said, "these keys are yours for when you come back again."I could no longer hold back the tears. I did not have to search for my family in Sicily, I found Orazio. When we say goodbye, I tell him "ti abbraccio" and we tell him "ti amo" and he tells us "I love you very much."
Imagine what your life would be like if you laughed through all the mayhem? Biracial and bicoastal, Berlinski spent her childhood flying between the dysfunctional families of her divorced parents, always feeling like an outsider. Fortunately, she never lost her sense of humor, which is apparent on every page of her debut essay collection, a riotous and revealing expose of the new normal and the consequences of too much air travel, cultural diversity, and conflicting and conflicted parents. With an open heart, she recounts her somewhat misspent youth and a wildly exciting (though equally torturous) love affair with the guy of her dreams, eventually leaving it all to start again abroad. She s Carrie Bradshaw reimagined as a third grade teacher in Brooklyn with zero interest in Manolo Blahnik. She s a tough New Yorker with a tender twist of California sunshine whose journey will be oddly familiar and utterly unique to anyone who s ever believed that love would save them if not with this guy, then maybe with the next. As her grandfather once said, Well, it may not be the party you hoped for, but since we re here, we might as well dance. So now she lives in Spain and, despite everything, continues to dance through this messy, magnificent life. Say yes to your mess.
Did you hear the news about a boy who disappeared? No one knows what happened to him . . . except me.Young Karl leaves behind his unhappy life as an unwanted foster child to escape to Farawayland. There, he learns that his true name is Mio, and that he is the son of the king.But the kingdom is under threat. The evil Sir Kato terrorizes the land, and it has been foretold that Mio is the only one who can defeat him . . .Originally published in Swedish in 1954, Astrid Lindgren's tale of Mio became a worldwide children's classic. It is celebrated in this heritage edition, complete with a new and faithful English translation.
A simple, imaginative story depicting the complex emotional reality of a girl whose father no longer lives at home. The girl conjures up an imaginary companion — a lion — who will join her on the long walk home from school. He will help her to pick up her baby brother from daycare and shop at the store (which has cut off the family’s credit), and he’ll keep her company all along the way until she is safely home. He will always come back when she needs him, unlike her father whom she sees only in a photograph — a photograph in which he clearly resembles a lion. Correlates to the Common Core State Standards in English Language Arts: CCSS.ELA-LITERACY.RL.1.7 Use illustrations and details in a story to describe its characters, setting, or events.
This triumphant picture book recasts a charged phrase as part of a black girl's everyday life--hands up for a hug, hands up in class, hands up for a high five--before culminating in a moment of resistance at a protest march. A young black girl lifts her baby hands up to greet the sun, reaches her hands up for a book on a high shelf, and raises her hands up in praise at a church service. She stretches her hands up high like a plane's wings and whizzes down a hill so fast on her bike with her hands way up. As she grows, she lives through everyday moments of joy, love, and sadness. And when she gets a little older, she joins together with her family and her community in a protest march, where they lift their hands up together in resistance and strength.
Told in alternating before-and-after chapters, a poignant tale about teen pregnancy traces how Brynn's happy life filled with close friends and pottery is shattered by a boyfriend's rejection, a heartbreaking miscarriage and Brynn's struggle to trust