Synopses & Reviews
It's Like This, CatChapter OneCat and Kate
My father is always talking about how a dog can be very educational for a boy. This is one reason I got a cat.
My father talks a lot anyway. Maybe being a lawyer he gets in the habit. Also, he's a small guy with very little gray curly hair, so maybe he thinks he's got to roar a lot to make up for not being a big hairy tough guy. Mom is thin and quiet, and when anything upsets her, she gets asthma. In the apartment -- we live right in the middle of New York City -- we don't have any heavy drapes or rugs, and Mom never fries any food because the doctors figure dust and smoke make her asthma worse. I don't think it's dust; I think it's Pop's roaring.
The big hassle that led to me getting Cat came when I earned some extra money baby-sitting for a little boy around the comer on Gramercy Park. I spent the money on a Belafonte record. This record has one piece about a father telling his son about the birds and the bees. I think it's funny. Pop blows his stack.
"You're not going to play that stuff in this house!" he roars. "Why aren't you outdoors, anyway? Baby-sitting! Baby-talk records!Julie of the WolvesChapter One
Miyax pushed back the hood of her sealskin parka and looked at the Arctic sun. It was a yellow disc in a lime-green sky, the colors of six o'clock in the evening and the time when the wolves awoke. Quietly she put down her cooking pot and crept to the top of a dome-shaped frost heave, one of the many earth buckles that rise and fall in the crackling cold of the Arctic winter. Lying on her stomach, she looked across a vast lawn of grass and moss and focused her attention on the wolves she had come upon two sleeps ago. They werewagging their tails as they awoke and saw each other.
Her hands trembled and her heartbeat quickened, for she was frightened, not so much of the wolves, who were shy and many harpoon-shots away, but because of her desperate predicament. Miyax was lost. She had been lost without food for many sleeps on the North Slope of Alaska. The barren slope stretches for two hundred miles from the Brooks Range to the Arctic Ocean, and for more than eight hundred miles from Canada to the Chukchi Sea. No roads cross it; ponds and lakes freckle its immensity. Winds scream across it, and the view in every direction is exactly the same. Somewhere in this cosmos was Miyax; and the very life in her body, its spark and warmth, depended upon these wolves for survival. And she was not so sure they would help.Onion JohnChapter One
Up until I turned twelve years old the kind of friends I had were what you'd expect. They were my own age more or less. Most of them were born here in Serenity along with me. And all of us went to the same school together.
As long as those were the friends I had, nothing too serious ever happened to any of us, except a broken arm now and then or six stitches in somebody's scalp or scarlet fever. The worst was when we were six years old and Eechee Ries bad to be pulled out of the pond behind the closed down piano factory. Eech bad to get worked over with a Pulmotor. They bad him breathing again in about ten minutes and he came out fine. That was the worst. Until I got to know Onion John and we two came to he the best of friends.
Onion John was a lot different from anyone I ever hung out with before. Like his age. No one actually knew how old he'd be. But considering he was sixfeet and three inches tall with a mustache, it was a good guess that Onion John was well along in years. Anyway, he was a lot older than I am.SounderChapter One
The tall man stood at the edge of the porch. The roof sagged from the two rough posts which held it, almost closing the gap between his head and the rafters. The dim light from the cabin window cast long equal shadows from man and posts. A boy stood nearby shivering in the cold October wind. He ran his fingers back and forth over the broad crown of the head of a coon dog named Sounder.
"Where did you first get Sounder?" the boy asked.
"I never got him. He came to me along the road when he wasn't more'n a pup."
The father turned to the cabin door. It was ajar. Three small children, none as high as the level of the latch, were peering out into the dark. "We just want to pet Sounder," the three all said at once.
"It's too cold. Shut the door."
"Sounder and me must be about the same age," the boy said, tugging gently at one of the coon dog's ears, and then the other. He felt the importance of the years--as a child measures age--which separated him from the younger children. He was old enough to stand out in the cold and run his fingers over Sounder's head.
No dim lights from other cabins punctuated the night. The white man who owned the vast endless fields had scattered the cabins of his Negro sharecroppers far apart, like flyspecks on a whitewashed ceiling.
Newbery Award LibraryFour Newbery Medal-winning novels about the adventure of growing up
It's Like This, Catby Emily Cheney Neville
Dave has problems with his father. So he roams the city streets a lot, which leads hint to befriend a tough tomcat, a troubled 19-year-old boy, and a girt at a record counter, who change the way he, sees himself, his father ... and life.Julie of the Wolvesby Jean Craighead George
Lost on the Alaskan tundra, Miyax, a runaway Eskimo girl, realizes that only the wolves can help her. How she befriends Amaroq, an alpha wolf, who saves her life and gives her a new appreciation of her heritage, is a heart-expanding adventure story.Onion Johnby Joseph Krumgold
Who is to say who you are? You, or someone else? It takes Onion John, an immigrant worker whom the, townsfolk are always trying to help in the wrong way, to make Andy, a star Little Leaguer -- and future engineer, according to his father -- understand about making choices.Sounderby William H. Armstrong
This epic story, which was made into the famous award-winning movie, tells of the adversities that befall a black sharecropper and his family, and of the dignity and love with which theyand their faithful coon dog, Sounder -- respond.