The ocean gives up many prizes, just setting them on our beaches for us to find. From rubber ducks that started out somewhere in Indonesia to land Venice Beach, to an intact refrigerator makes it way to the Jersey Shore. Chunks of beeswax found on the Oregon coast are the packing remnants of 18th century Spanish gold. Author Skye Moody walks the coast, dons her wet suit, and heads out to sea to understand the excellent debris that accrues along the tideline. There she finds advanced military technology applied to locating buried Rolexes, hardcore competitive beachcombing conventions, and isolated beach communities whose residents are like flotsam congregated at the slightest obstacle on the coastline. This book confirms that the world is a mysterious place and that treasure is out there to be found.
The creatures sewn onto Snuggle Piggy's magic blanket, who come alive at night and dance with him in the moonlight, are endangered one stormy night when the blanket is left outdoors after being washed.
Piggywiggy's imagination takes off during bathtime. What would you be in the water? Perhaps a diver or maybe a champion surfer. Young readers can pull the pages of this book to see exactly what Piggywiggy dreams up.
A determined little piggy absolutely refuses to leave her mud puddle in this rollicking Classic Board Book by Charlotte Pomerantz and James Marshall! See the piggy, See the puddle, See the muddy little puddle. Charlotte Pomerantz’s tongue-twisting nonsense verse—made even more exuberantly hilarious by George and Martha creator, James Marshall’s illustrations—is sure to delight both children and parents alike!
Ducky has a great new game that he'd like to share with his friend: peekaboo! Piggy wants to play, too, but every time he tries to smile or call out “I see you!” his pacifier gets in the way. Will Piggy forget about his pacifier … or forget about having fun? Bernette Ford and Sam Williams treat a toddler's rite of passage with sensitivity and charm.
The adventures of Perfect the pig begin when his wish for a pair of wings is granted. "Jeschke's pencil drawings are rough-hewn and pithy, their homely figures at once distinctive and endearing." --Booklist
Echoing among the Blue Ridge Mountains were the cries of newborn babies that disappeared into the night. The screams of children nearly drowned out by the sound of crickets. A girl, hidden and waiting to be found, terrified, and confused. The fireflies sparkling in the woods, bringing light to darkled places. The bulk of Jesse’s memories were of growing up in the farm country of the Blue Ridge Mountains in North Carolina. The farm folks stayed pretty much outside of town, except for visits to the feed store causing random tractors to travel down Main Street. There were beatings and abuses, manipulation and terror carried out in spaces breathtaking in their beauty. There were twenty-seven Baptist churches, three non-denominational churches, and one Catholic Church. There were annual Ku Klux Klan rallies on the street where they would walk right by all the black families who came out to watch and the white folks who came out for moral support—whether of the black families or the white, no one knew for sure. Black people did not marry white people in a "civilized society", and so were rarely seen socializing. There was a young woman who was pregnant with a black man’s baby, so her parents disowned her. Jesse’s family was accused of killing the child and burying it on their property. There was the Berkley House Bed and Breakfast toward the end of town, with gold plated silverware and hardwood floors, rumored to be the local sex worker house. There was a mansion up on a hill that overlooked the other humble houses in the town. In the local cemetery, there was “Will B. Jolly” carved into the graves used by bootleggers back in the twenties. Everyone had some form of thick southern drawl, though the length of the “aw” would extend the further south you went. There was a tiny baseball field and a tinier fire department. There was an old lady in the foothills that let the family raid her garden during the summer. And in exchange, Jesse’s family helped her husband bring in the hay for their animals every year. There was a black snake in the attic—the door opened inside the closet next to Jesse’s bed. She would find his shed skins left behind in the summer months measuring close to seven feet in length. There was a creek with crawdads and a moss-covered bridge. There were mulberry and pecan trees that filled her and her siblings’ aching bellies as the weather turned. There were hot summer days and freezing cold winters. There were dogs that were best friends, cats that kept her warm at night, and a cow that committed suicide. There was red clay instead of dirt, hayfields instead of grass, and a favorite swimming hole: Lenny’s Mill, the local grain mill on a glacier-fed creek where you could take a dip if you were brave enough to challenge the frigid waters. Girl Hidden is the story of an unwanted child, born nonetheless and forced into servitude, desperate to protect her siblings and find her way out from under the vicious, manipulative abuses heaped on her by the one person who was supposed to love her unconditionally: her mother.
The Little Princess loves getting her hands dirty. The trouble is . . . she hates washing them. Until she learns all about the nasties and the dirties and all the other horrible things that lurk and make you ill . . .
D.E.R.O.S. By: John H. Mason A funny, sad, and scary novel about an airman in the Vietnam War. Clayton Moffett tells about his time in the U.S. Air Force from basic training to D.E.R.O.S. Some of his story will make you laugh, some will make you cry, some will make you feel the heart-stopping fear he felt. A story about America’s most hated war. A war fought by sons of the greatest generation. Some were killed, some were wounded, some were cursed, some were spit on, all were disrespected.
