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The new novel from Jill Wolfson—an exciting, fresh voice in middle-grade fiction
Whitney has been in so many foster homes that she can give a complete rundown on the most common varieties of foster parents—from the look-on-the-bright-side types to those unfortunate examples of pure evil. But one thing she doesn't know much about is trees. This means heading for Foster Home #12 (which is all the way at the top of the map of California, where there looks to be nothing but trees) has Whitney feeling a little nervous. She is pretty sure that the middle of nowhere is going to be just one more place where a hyper, loud-mouthed kid who is messy and small for her age won't be welcome for long.
Jill Wolfson has woven together the stories of an irrepressible foster child and a deeply divided small town with incredible humor and compassion.
- Sales Rank: #1317782 in eBooks
- Published on: 2006-10-03
- Released on: 2006-10-03
- Format: Kindle eBook
From School Library Journal
Grade 5-7–Whitney thinks of home as a place where other people belong. She's heading to Foster Home #12 in Forest Glen, CA. Knowing that no one will want to keep a superfunny, hyper, loudmouthed kid, she reminds herself that the situation will be temporary. When she meets her foster family, she soon realizes that the McCrarys–and the entire lumber-based community–have suffered hard times due to an economic downturn and logging bans to protect habitat. Once again, she's the outsider, but not for long: she becomes a leader among the many other fosters in the school (mostly taken in for the monthly income); a caring science teacher encourages her interest in her new surroundings; and Striker, the McCrary's son, shows her that nature doesn't make mistakes and that everything has its place in the forest. When logging begins again in the town, the two bond together to save their favorite redwood, Big Momma. Whitney's first-person narrative is lively and humorous. She tends to approach and evaluate new ideas and situations with rapid-fire questions, and creatively reinvents idioms to say exactly what she means. The ending is a bit predictable, but the protagonist's spunky voice will engage readers. Fans of Patricia Reilly Giff's Pictures of Hollis Woods (Random, 2002) will appreciate Whitney's independence and plucky spirit.–Kelly Czarnecki, Public Library of Charlotte & Mecklenburg, NC
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HOME, AND OTHER BIG, FAT LIES
OneLet's say you're a kid who's small for her age and some other kids who are way overgrown decide it would be the most hilarious thing in the world to shove the new kid in the house into the clothes dryer and slam it closed. I can tell you how to get out of that dryer by kicking and screaming bloody murder so that the foster mom with the bald spot on the top of her head rescues you in front of the entire snickering ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha house full of kids.I can also give you the complete rundown on the most common varieties of foster parents you're likely to run into. Like the look-on-the-bright-side ones who go on and on until your head is ready to explode like a potato in a microwave about how lucky you are that you weren't born a foster kid in 1846. Or the one Inicknamed Miss Satan because she was so evil, and I bet she's still alive because everyone knows you can't kill pure evil. Or the one who won't like you screaming bloody murder even when the family dog sticks its nose in your crotch and who says things like, "A little, bitty dog never hurt anyone."Oh yeah, well, what about the Demon Dog from Hell?Man-oh-man, I can tell you other things too. Important things you need for survival, not baby stuff.Like how to jump down from and then shimmy back up to a second-story window.And how to kick heart disease in the butt. Scary thought, right? But I have the scar right down the center of my chest to prove it.I can tell you how to slip some quote-unquote souvenirs from a foster home into your pocket without anyone noticing a thing missing.But there are a few things I don't know much about. I admit it. Trees are one. In the World of Whitney, that's just something I never needed to know, so why waste a bunch of words on it? In some places, the people have a hundred different words for something that's important to them. Like, in Alaska, the people have one word for wet snow--say, oogabloga--and a totally separate word for the big flaked kind of snow--like moogablogo.For me, one word for tree has always been good enough, and that word is tree. There are small trees and big trees, trees that stay green all year and trees where the leaves fall off. Those are called decidingus trees because they all decided to let their leaves fall off for the winter. And there was the tree that I used for sneaking out of my sixth foster home because they duct-taped my bedroom door shut to keep me from being a night howl. That means I like wandering around and making lots of noise after dark.That's about the whole sum total of it for trees and me.So you can imagine how thrilled I was to be heading to Foster Home #12, where there was bound to be some real tree nuttiness going on. How did I know this? I saw a map of California, and way at the top there was no big (big city) or even a medium-sized (medium-sized city). Where I was headed, the map was a blob of green with hardly any \\\ (roads). That meant trees, lots of them.On a Sunday morning, the social worker from way up north came all the way south to the Land of Concrete to pick me up from my old foster home and take me to the new one. I was in the back seat of her official Department of Children's Services car. My pet pill bug, Ike Eisenhower the Sixth, was curled up in some leavesin a mayonnaise jar on my lap. I was working through a supersize bag of sunflower seeds--crack--spitting the shells out the window and sizing up my future.Here's the way I saw it. There are two true, never-going-to-change facts of life for me. I'm going to die someday. And I am not going to last long in this new foster home. There's no getting around either one of them. Crack. Especially the second. Crack. No matter how things seem at first ... crack. No matter how much the people tell me they want me around ... crack ... I'm going to get under their skin like a bad heat rash. Like a rubber band growing tighter and tighter around their throats. Crack, crack, crack!"Can you stop it with those seeds?" the social worker blurted out."Nope," I said."It's been six hours and three hundred miles with that cracking.""I need to be doing something with my hands. You don't want to see me without anything to do with my hands.""Ugly, huh?""Very ugly."By this time, we were out of San Jose, past Oakland, past Sacramento, all the way to where there were no more buildings, where the sky was no longer blue like anormal California sky. It looked like chocolate chip ice cream melted and schmooshed together. I rolled down the window and felt something like a damp rag slap across my face. That was the air. I stuck out my head even farther, all the way to the neck."In, please," the social worker said."Can't hear you," I lied.I spotted a huge truck hauling logs that was coming at us from the opposite direction. I waved at the driver, then pulled down on a pretend cord, which everyone knows is the way to get a truck driver to sound the horn, unless the driver happens to be an old sourpuss, which this one was because all I could hear was wind banging on my eardrums. The truck got closer. I could see the driver's face now, and it wasn't smiling. It was screwed up, like I was a ghost."Get your head in!" the social worker was screaming. The driver blasted the horn, really blasted it. I cheered and waved. My ears were ringing. My eyes were tearing. Gravel was flying. Whoooo!"Are you out of your mind?" the social worker screeched.Man-oh-man, what was her problem? My nose didn't get knocked off or anything. She pulled to the side of the road, shut off the engine, and refused to drive any farther until I brought my head in and rolled up thewindow. "And lock the door," she ordered in a shaky voice.That was the only major excitement for a while. After that, it was just trees to the right, left, ahead, and behind. It was a jungle out there, only not an interesting jungle jungle with monkeys and tigers and vines to swing from. This was just a lot of trees. There was a sign that said SCENIC HIGHWAY, and I wondered, What kind of idiot do they think I am? Of course it's scenic when everything looks like a postcard. Only it wasn't my kind of postcard. I like the ones where they paste an antelope and a jackrabbit together so you think there's really such an animal as a jackalope. Which I did for a while. I mean, why wouldn't I?The social worker didn't take her eyes off the road, except to glance at me every ten seconds through the rearview mirror. "Girl with your kind of energy?" she said. "Good fresh air can work a miracle. This is where you belong, just the kind of home you need."Who was she kidding? In social worker language, what she really meant was "Whitney, you've already been thrown out of or run away from every foster home in the world of civilization. That's why I have to drive you here to the middle of nowhere."Home? I thought. One more place where other people belong, one more big, fat lie.Text copyright © 2006 by Jill Wolfson
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0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Great, quick read!
By Joy
This is a great book full of humor yet addresses issues that many foster children face. Highly recommend this book!
11 of 11 people found the following review helpful.
Respect the Termite
By E. R. Bird
One technique your average children's book reader can use when they want to fill space in a review is to compare the book at hand to already well-known titles. I do this all the time, partly because it's a space filler and partly because it gives you a feel for the book as a whole. Yet when it came to Jill Wolfson's newest title for the young `uns, "Home, and Other Big, Fat Lies", I found myself wanting to say something like this: The only way I can describe it is to say that it's basically "The Great Gilly Hopkins" meets "Joey Pigza Swallowed the Key" with an eco-message that "Hoot" fans will enjoy... and there's a dog that seems straight out of "Surviving the Applewhites". There. Have I cleared anything up for you? No? Well then buckle up and hold tight, kiddies. This book was one of the most enjoyable titles you'll find this year, and it's all about foster kids and unemployment. No lie!
Call her Whitney. No, wait, call her Termite. You might as well. After all, she knows she's a bit on the shrimpy side, and she likes to embrace her nicknames right off the top. As of this moment in time Termite has lived in twelve foster homes and she knows the lay of the land. Now her social worker has taken Termite and her pet (a pillbug by the name of Ike Eisenhower the Sixth... no relation to the president) to Forest Glen, California. Emphasis on the forest. Once there she finds a town in trouble. Due to the discovery of a rare owl, the logging industry in Forest Glen has shut down, leaving the residents destitute and in need of cash by any means. So the town came up with an idea. Why not adopt a whole mess of foster kids and make money that way until something better comes along? Now Termite's going to school with a bunch of kids who've been through what she's been through and out of the blue she's joined the school's ecology club. But when the logging industry starts to come to life again, Termite finds herself defending something she loves deep in the heart of the forest. And she'll risk everything to keep it safe.
When an author creates a wholly new character, it's important that they flesh out that person to the extent that you truly believe in them. Termite is a spot-on example of how to do this. Every detail about her comes to vibrant manic life under Wolfson's pen. Her constant chewing and spitting of sunflower seeds. Her tiny stature, fear of all dogs, and upfront supposedly fearless nature. I kept picturing her as a tiny version of "House", from the television show of the same name. I couldn't help it! She says what she thinks, is incredibly observant, and definitely ADD. Part of her charm is that you never really feel sorry for her. It's such a relief to believe in a character that can take care of herself. Termite doesn't care what she wears or what she looks like. When she sees the popular girls in school she notes that, "It would take me about six more lifetimes to be that glossy". And from the moment you hear that she can climb and then finds herself in a forest of tall tall trees, you know something's gonna go down before the end of the book.
Of course one of the things I adored about this title was Wolfson's sense of nuance. This is not an all-environmentalists-are-good-and-loggers-are-bad book. Nor is this an all-loggers-are-bad-and-environmentalists-are-good book. This story takes all sides into account. As Termite's teacher Mr. Cator points out, there were a lot of factors other than the environmentalists that brought the logging industry to a halt. "Improved technology, cheaper timber from foreign countries, greedy corporations", for a start. Environmentalists are just the easiest scapegoats on hand. It's remarkable to see what a town without industry can resemble. Wolfson gets the bitterness and hopelessness right, while also filling this book to brimming with honest humor of the laugh-out-loud variety. Or, in Termite's words, it's a, "wacky-monkey, cackling-chicken, mad-scientist, sputtering-car-starting, snorting-through-the-nose, moth-wide-open-cawing-crow" laugh.
Wolfson would do well to teach a course someday on how to write comedic passages. Honestly, it's not easy but she makes it appear effortless. When Termite discovers the words vomica, vomit, vomitive, vomitory, vomitorium, vomiturition, and vomitus in the dictionary, she comments that, "Page 1,355 has got to be the best page of the dictionary ever. I recommend it". The descriptions are pretty swell too. Termite's best female friend at school, Honeysuckle, suffers from something Termite calls, "IVPS, Imaginary Vice Principal Syndrome. She felt eyes on her all the time, reading to scold her for something". Oh, and this is completely personal, but she puts in a "Get Smart" joke that only adults will get on page 33 that I think is just fabulous. Well done, there!
Not every detail in this book was ideal, of course. Termite has a habit of misunderstanding words, possibly purposely, that will either strike readers as amusing or a joke that pretty much played itself out the first time she said "decidingus" instead of "deciduous". On the other hand, it does lead to her character saying things like, "The Termite's powers of perversion must not be disrespected". I mean, that's pretty funny. I thought it was a little overdone, but it's easy enough to ignore if you're not a fan.
With the sheer number of foster kid children's books out this year, it's nice to find one that acknowledges both the bitterness a kid can feel when shuttled from place to place, as well as the humor found in every situation. Heck, I haven't even told you about the banana slugs or Termite's great foster father, or half the funny stuff in this book. For an evenhanded blend of good writing and hilarity, "Home, and Other Big, Fat Lies" is a must-read title. Good good stuff.
4 of 4 people found the following review helpful.
Going Home- for real this time
By CHay
Whitney is a loud-mouthed,energetic, and small eleven year old girl. She has been bounced around from foster family to foster family throughout her life, and has lost all faith that such a concept of home exists. Her next foster family, #12 is located in the middle of no where. Population 1,639 and a few bazillion trees. This does not please Whityney at all. She plans on making her stay a short one. Little does she know, that maybe she can find home in the last place she'd think to look- in a broken family.
Home and Other Big, Fat Lies is a funny and quircky novel that will have you cheering for the Mighty Termite the whole way through. Can an outsider become an insider? Well, you'll have to see.
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