Beyond the Bright Sea by Lauren Wolk (English) Paperback Book

Description: Beyond the Bright Sea by Lauren Wolk Winner of the 2018 Scott ODell Award for Historical Fiction. From the author of "Wolf Hollow" comes a moving story of identity and belonging. Set adrift on the ocean in a small skiff as a newborn, 12-year-old Crow embarks on a quest to find the missing pieces of her history. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description - Winner of the 2018 Scott ODell Award for Historical Fiction - From the bestselling author of Echo Mountain and Newbery Honor–winner Wolf Hollow, Beyond the Bright Sea is an acclaimed best book of the year.An NPR Best Book of the Year • A Parents Magazine Best Book of the Year • A Booklist Editors Choice selection • A BookPage Best Book of the Year • A Horn Book Fanfare Selection • A Kirkus Best Book of the Year • A School Library Journal Best Book of the Year • A Charlotte Observer Best Book of the Year • A Southern Living Best Book of the Year • A New York Public Library Best Book of the Year"The sight of a campfire on a distant island…proves the catalyst for a series of discoveries and events—some poignant, some frightening—that Ms. Wolk unfolds with uncommon grace." –The Wall Street Journal… "Crow is a determined and dynamic heroine." —Publishers Weekly… "Beautiful, evocative." —Kirkus The moving story of an orphan, determined to know her own history, who discovers the true meaning of family. Twelve-year-old Crow has lived her entire life on a tiny, isolated piece of the starkly beautiful Elizabeth Islands in Massachusetts. Abandoned and set adrift in a small boat when she was just hours old, Crows only companions are Osh, the man who rescued and raised her, and Miss Maggie, their fierce and affectionate neighbor across the sandbar. Crow has always been curious about the world around her, but it isnt until the night a mysterious fire appears across the water that the unspoken question of her own history forms in her heart. Soon, an unstoppable chain of events is triggered, leading Crow down a path of discovery and danger. Vivid and heart-wrenching, Lauren Wolks Beyond the Bright Sea is a gorgeously crafted and tensely paced tale that explores questions of identity, belonging, and the true meaning of family. Author Biography Lauren Wolk is an award-winning poet and author of the bestselling Newbery Honor–winning Wolf Hollow, described by the New York Times Book Review as "full of grace and stark, brutal beauty." She was born in Baltimore and has since lived in California, Rhode Island, Minnesota, Canada, and Ohio. She now lives with her family on Cape Cod. Review "Be warned, once you pick up Beyond the Bright Sea, you wont be able to put it down...Lauren Wolks writing is at once lyrical and fraught with danger and suspense, as Crow follows her instincts to hunt down a past that has eluded her and face an unknown future." – NPRs Best Books of the Year"The sight of a campfire on a distant island…proves the catalyst for a series of discoveries and events—some poignant, some frightening—that Ms. Wolk unfolds with uncommon grace." –The Wall Street Journal… "Creating mystery and suspense in an unusual setting, Newbery Honor–winner Wolk spins an intriguing tale of an orphan determined to find her roots, set in the 1920s…. Crow is a determined and dynamic heroine with a strong intuition, who pieces together the puzzle of her past while making profound realizations about the definition of family." —Publishers Weekly, starred review… "The mysteries—and the words that describe them—are compelling enough to send readers to the islands for years to come. A beautiful, evocative sophomore effort from Newbery honoree Wolk." —Kirkus, starred review… "Wolk has a keen sense for the seaside landscape, skillfully mining the terror the ocean can unleash as a furious noreaster heightens tension in the novels climax." — Booklist, starred review … "A stellar story full of heart, action, and emotion that will make readers feel like they are a part of Crows family." — School Library Journal, starred review"[A] hauntingly beautiful sea song of a historical novel.... As Crow searches for clues to her origins, this soulful book turns into a riveting adventure." — Scholastic Teacher "A beautiful tapestry of pirate-treasure adventure, suspense, a search for family, and warm family bonds thatll keep the pages turning and the heartstrings tugging." — Common Sense Media "A sweeping work self-discovery and love, Beyond the Bright Sea is thought-provoking and pitch-perfect in every way." —The Times Herald"This is the story of a girl trying to discover who she is and who she wants to be, but it is also a fast-paced thriller with kidnapping and buried treasure, a murderous escaped convict, and a shipwreck. Crow, Osh and Miss Maggie are wonderful characters, quirky and lovable and real. The lessons Crow learns about people and herself are profound. The sea crashes, and the smell of salt and fish and ocean spray will make you feel drenched as you read. The writing is fabulous." — Historical Novel Society "Heart-wrenching, Lyrical." — New York Public Library Biblio File blog Praise for Lauren Wolks Newbery Honor–winning debut, Wolf Hollow:"The honesty of Wolf Hollow will just about shred your heart, but Annabelles courage and compassion will restore it to you, fuller than before. This book matters." —Sara Pennypacker, New York Times bestselling author of Pax"An evocative setting, memorable characters, a searing story: Wolf Hollow has stayed with me long after I closed the book. It has the feel of an instant classic." —Linda Sue Park, Newbery Medalist and New York Times bestselling author"Wrenching and true. . . . comparisons to Harper Lees To Kill a Mockingbird will abound. But Wolk gives us her own story—one full of grace and stark, brutal beauty." —The New York Times Book Review"This exquisite debut confronts injustice and doesnt flinch." —People"[A] powerful debut . . . beautifully written." —The Wall Street Journal… "Trusting its readers implicitly with its moral complexity, Wolks novel stuns." —Kirkus, starred review… "The narrative is powerful, complex, and lifelike . . . a truly moving debut." —School Library Journal, starred review … "Wolk movingly expresses Annabelles loss of innocence through the honest, clear voice of her protagonist." —Publishers Weekly, starred review … "Perfectly pitched to be used in classrooms in conjunction with To Kill a Mockingbird." —Booklist, starred review… "The tension builds and never lets up." —The Horn Book, starred review Review Quote "Be warned, once you pick up Beyond the Bright Sea, you wont be able to put it down...Lauren Wolks writing is at once lyrical and fraught with danger and suspense, as Crow follows her instincts to hunt down a past that has eluded her and face an unknown future." - NPRs Best Books of the Year "The sight of a campfire on a distant island...proves the catalyst for a series of discoveries and events--some poignant, some frightening--that Ms. Wolk unfolds with uncommon grace ." - The Wall Street Journal "Creating mystery and suspense in an unusual setting, Newbery Honor-winner Wolk spins an intriguing tale of an orphan determined to find her roots, set in the 1920s.... Crow is a determined and dynamic heroine with a strong intuition, who pieces together the puzzle of her past while making profound realizations about the definition of family." -- Publishers Weekly , starred review "The mysteries--and the words that describe them--are compelling enough to send readers to the islands for years to come. A beautiful, evocative sophomore effort from Newbery honoree Wolk." -- Kirkus , starred review " Wolk has a keen sense for the seaside landscape, skillfully mining the terror the ocean can unleash as a furious noreaster heightens tension in the novels climax." -- Booklist , starred review "A stellar story full of heart, action, and emotion that will make readers feel like they are a part of Crows family." -- School Library Journal , starred review "[A] hauntingly beautiful sea song of a historical novel .... As Crow searches for clues to her origins, this soulful book turns into a riveting adventure." -- Scholastic Teacher " A beautiful tapestry of pirate-treasure adventure, suspense, a search for family, and warm family bonds thatll keep the pages turning and the heartstrings tugging." -- Common Sense Media " A sweeping work self-discovery and love , Beyond the Bright Sea is thought-provoking and pitch-perfect in every way." -- The Times Herald "This is the story of a girl trying to discover who she is and who she wants to be, but it is also a fast-paced thriller with kidnapping and buried treasure, a murderous escaped convict, and a shipwreck. Crow, Osh and Miss Maggie are wonderful characters, quirky and lovable and real. The lessons Crow learns about people and herself are profound. The sea crashes, and the smell of salt and fish and ocean spray will make you feel drenched as you read. The writing is fabulous ." -- Historical Novel Society " Heart-wrenching, Lyrical. " -- New York Public Library Biblio File blog Praise for Lauren Wolks Newbery Honor-winning debut, Wolf Hollow : "The honesty of Wolf Hollow will just about shred your heart, but Annabelles courage and compassion will restore it to you, fuller than before. This book matters ." --Sara Pennypacker, New York Times bestselling author of Pax "An evocative setting, memorable characters, a searing story: Wolf Hollow has stayed with me long after I closed the book. It has the feel of an instant classic ." --Linda Sue Park, Newbery Medalist and New York Times bestselling author "Wrenching and true. . . . comparisons to Harper Lees To Kill a Mockingbird will abound . But Wolk gives us her own story--one full of grace and stark, brutal beauty ." -- The New York Times Book Review "This exquisite debut confronts injustice and doesnt flinch ." -- People " [A] powerful debut . . . beautifully written." -- The Wall Street Journal "Trusting its readers implicitly with its moral complexity, Wolks novel stuns ." -- Kirkus , starred review "The narrative is powerful, complex, and lifelike . . . a truly moving debut." -- School Library Journal , starred review "Wolk movingly expresses Annabelles loss of innocence through the honest, clear voice of her protagonist." -- Publishers Weekly , starred review "Perfectly pitched to be used in classrooms in conjunction with To Kill a Mockingbird ." -- Booklist , starred review "The tension builds and never lets up." -- The Horn Book , starred review Excerpt from Book Prologue My name is Crow. When I was a baby, someone tucked me into an old boat and pushed me out to sea. I washed up on a tiny island, like a seed riding the tide. It was Osh who found me and took me in. Who taught me how to put down roots, and thrive on both sun and rain, and understand what it is to bloom. The island where we found each other was small but strong, anchored by a great pile of black rock that sheltered our -cottage--a ramshackle place built from bits of lost ships--nestled on a bed of earth and sea muck, alongside a small garden and the skiff that took us wherever our feet could not. We didnt need anything else. Not in the beginning. At low tide, we could cross easily to the next island, Cuttyhunk, through shallows strewn with bootlace weed and minnows. At high tide, the cottage sat so close to the risen sea that it felt nearly like a boat itself. For a long time, I was happiest when the water rose and set us apart, on our own, so just the two of us decided everything there was to decide. And then, one night when I was twelve, I saw a fire burning on Penikese, the island where no one ever went, and I decided on my own that it was time to find out where Id come from and why Id been sent away. But I didnt understand what I was risking until I nearly lost it. Chapter 1 Ill never know for sure when I was born. Not exactly. On the morning Osh found me, I was just hours old, but he had no calendar and didnt much care what day it was. So we always marked my birth on whatever midsummer day felt right. The same was true of my other milestones: moments that had nothing to do with calendars. Like the day Mouse showed up at our door, whisker thin, and decided the cottage was hers, too. Much as I had. Or the first time Osh let me take the tiller of our skiff while he sat in the bow and let the sun coddle his face for a while, his back against the mast, the fine spray veiling him in rainbows. Or the ebb tide when a white-sided dolphin stranded on our shore, Osh gone somewhere, and I came back from Cuttyhunk to find her rocking and heaving, her cries babylike and afraid. I used my bare hands to scoop away the wet sand that stuck her fast. And I grabbed her crescent flukes and tugged, inch by inch, until the water lifted her enough so we both slipped back suddenly into the sea. She looked me in the eye as she passed, as if to memorize what I was at that moment. As if to say that I should remember this, too, no matter what happened later. None of which had anything to do with calendars. Still, I know Id lived on that tiny island for eight years before I began to be more than just curious about my name. The dream that woke me, wondering anew about my name, was full of stars and whales blowing and the lyrics of the sea. When I opened my eyes, I lay for a minute, watching Osh as he stood at the stove, cooking porridge in a scabby pot. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Why is my name Crow?" I asked. When Osh stirred the porridge, the spoon made a sound like a boat being dragged across the beach. "Ive told you," he said. "You were hoarse with crying when you washed up here. You cawed over and over. So I called you Crow." That answer had always been enough before. But it didnt explain everything. And everything was what I had begun to want. "In English?" I asked. Osh sometimes spoke in a language I didnt know, his voice like music, especially when he prayed, but also when he painted his pictures of the islands and the sea. When I first asked Osh about it, he said that it was one of the few things hed kept from life before the island. Before me. Even though he did not speak it often, that other tongue flavored his English so he sounded different from everyone else. Miss Maggie called it his accent. But I thought maybe it was everyone else who had an accent. "No, not English at first," he said. "But people here speak English. So: Crow." I stood and stretched the night out of my bones. My arms, in the thin morning light, looked almost nothing like wings. But when I stepped onto a stool in front of our mirror--just big enough for a face--I could see the resemblance in the curve of my nose. The birthmark on my cheek that looked like a little feather. My hair, darker than anyone elses. My dark eyes. My skin, like Oshs after six months in the sun. I looked down at my skinny legs, my bony feet. Plenty of other reasons to be called Crow besides the way I had once cried. Osh, himself, had three names. Daniel: what Miss Maggie called him. The Painter: what the summer people called him. Osh: what I had called him since the time I could make words out loud. His real name was complicated. Difficult for a small child to say. "Osh" was all Id been able to manage. And Osh was what Id called him ever since. "I wish I knew what my real name was," I said. For a long moment, Osh was still. "What do you mean by real ?" he said. "My real name. The one my parents gave me." Osh was again silent for a while. Then he said, "You were brand-new when you arrived here. I dont know that you ever had a different name." He scooped some porridge into a bowl. "And if you did, I dont know how well ever learn what it was." I fetched two spoons. "What it is , you mean." When Osh shrugged, the hair that lay on his shoulders rolled up like night waves. "Was. Is. Will be." He filled a second bowl. "It doesnt much matter, since youre here now. And you have a name." The sound of the porridge thwup ping into the crockery, the tock of the wooden spoon against the edge of the bowl, made me wonder who had named those things. And everything else in the world. Including me. I could feel my curiosity strengthening, as if it were part of my bones, keeping pace with them as I grew. But more than that--more than simple curiosity--I had a nagging need to know what I didnt know. I wanted to know why there were pearls tucked inside some of the Cuttyhunk oysters but not others. I wanted to know how the moon could drag the ocean in and out from such a distance, when it couldnt stir the milk in Miss Maggies tea. But I needed to know, among other things, why so many of the Cuttyhunk Islanders stayed away from me, as if they were afraid, when I was smaller than any of them. I wondered whether it had anything to do with where Id come from, but that didnt make any sense. What did where have to do with what ? Or who ? Something, yes. But not everything. And I needed to know all three. Osh didnt. When I asked questions about pearls or tides, he did his best to answer them. But when I looked beyond our life on the islands, he became the moon itself, bent on tugging me back, as if I were made of sea instead of blood. "I came a long, long way to be here," he once said when I asked him about his life before the one we shared. "As far as I could get from a place where people--where my own brothers--jumped headlong into such terrible fighting that no one could see a thing through that bedlam. And for what? Over what?" He shook his head. "Over nothing worth the fight. So I refused to be one of them. And here I am. And here Ill stay." While I waited for Osh to bring our porridge to the table, I tried to think of another name that suited me well, but I came up with nothing better than Crow, which I already had. And it pleased me that I was named for a bird that was smarter than most. Smarter, even, than some people. So different from the gulls and fish hawks that wheeled and dipped over the islands that I felt a certain kinship with the big, black birds that drifted over from the mainland like lost kites, tipping to and fro in the wind before settling noisily in Miss Maggies hornbeam tree. They didnt seem to belong on the islands. And sometimes I felt like I didnt, either. But we were islanders, nonetheless, no matter what anyone else might think. Osh called me other animal names from time to time. Cub. Kit. Mule when I was stubborn. Wren when I was good. Now and then, he called me a mooncusser, too, because I liked to scour the shore at night for whatever the tide had brought in, but I did not lure the ships that wrecked off Cuttyhunk, and I was no thief afraid of being moonlit as I searched for lost treasure. I had never cussed the moon. But for the most part, we didnt rely on names. If we were apart, we were far apart, beyond calling. If we were together, we talked the way people talk when theres no one else. Names didnt matter much. Chapter 2 Osh had built our cottage from whatever he could wrestle off the nearest shipwrecks that were slowly settling into the seabed, breaking up in storms, and otherwise disappearing, bit by bit. The rest of the house was flotsam that had come to him, floating in on the tide, as I had, sometimes into our own little cove, sometimes on Cuttyhunk, where no one else wanted it. Hed built the frame from long beams, the roof and walls from decking, the chimney from a vent pipe off a lost steamer, one window from a porthole. Our door was a piece of keel. Our hearth, a hatch lid. Our table a crows nest turned upside down. Osh had salvaged, too, many things that had no purpose but to be dear to us. The finest of these, two figureheads--solemn women with long, flowing hair--stared at us from either side of our fireplace, never blinking. And a pair of sun-white whale ribs arched over our doorway, a tarnished ships bell hanging from their pinnacle. Details ISBN1101994878 Author Lauren Wolk Short Title BEYOND THE BRIGHT SEA Pages 320 Language English ISBN-10 1101994878 ISBN-13 9781101994870 Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Year 2018 Publication Date 2018-09-18 Audience Age 10 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2018-09-18 NZ Release Date 2018-09-18 US Release Date 2018-09-18 UK Release Date 2018-09-18 Place of Publication New York Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Imprint Puffin Audience Children / Juvenile We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:119087779;

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