"[A] memorable story." —Publishers Weekly (starred review)
From Newbery Award–winning author Patricia MacLachlan comes a "quiet tale about finding your own voice" (Kirkus Reviews) while learning to understand the people you love the most.
Sylvie Bloom wants to find something new and exciting this summer—at least more exciting than the cows, goats, and chickens on her family's farm that she's become accustomed to. Luckily, Sylvie's teacher Mrs. Ludolf has the perfect idea. Sylvie can take over her husband Sheriff Ludolf's column in the newspaper for the summer, reporting on all the important events that happen in their small Wyoming town. Sylvie is thrilled to have a new challenge, but she's not sure she'll actually see anything amazing. At least nothing like the things her mother saw when she traveled the world as a famous opera singer.
Sylvie can't figure out why her mother would give up singing in front of thousands of people. Have she and her brother Nate been holding her mother back? And when her mother's old duet partner James Grayson writes that he's coming to perform nearby, will she be tempted to return to the stage, without them?
Patricia MacLachlan (1938–2022) was the author of many well-loved novels and picture books, including Sarah, Plain and Tall, winner of the Newbery Medal; its sequels, Skylark and Caleb's Story; Edward's Eyes; The True Gift; Waiting for the Magic; White Fur Flying; Fly Away; and Snow Horses. She lived in western Massachusetts.
Just Dance * 1 * Sweet Songs and Stinkbugs My father, my younger brother Nate, and I sat on the hallway floor outside the one bathroom in our house. You might think we were waiting to use the bathroom, but that was not so. We were listening to my mother sing. She likes to sing in the bathroom when she takes a shower. My father tiled the entire room, in fact. The tiles bounce her voice around so she can hear herself. In the attic I found large posters of my mother, all dressed up in taffeta or silk, singing in great halls, fancy chandeliers above her. Her name, Melinda May, was written in large, important letters. Now my father calls her Min and she sings to the animals and in the tiled bathroom of our farmhouse. When she sings in the shower we come to hear her. Nate hears my whistle and hurries in from the barn. My father comes in from the fields. Once he left his horse Jack by the back door and we later found Jack in the kitchen. We heard the slap of the screen door, and Bett, our herding dog, came down the hallway to lie down next to my father. "The herd is safe. Bett has come to be with her pack and listen," said my father softly. My father set his cowboy hat on the floor next to him, his head leaning against the wall. His eyes were closed. My mother''s voice sounded lovely and clean, like newly washed glass. "Un bel d