Project Mulberry by Mrs Linda Sue Park (English) Paperback Book

Description: Project Mulberry by Mrs Linda Sue Park, Linda Sue Park Julia Song and her friend Patrick would love to win a blue ribbon, maybe even two, at the state fair. This time, though, theyre having trouble coming up with just the right plan. Then Julias mother offers a suggestion: They can raise silkworms, as she did when she was a girl in Korea. Patrick thinks its a great idea. But for Julia, a simple summer project turns out to be much more complicated than she thought. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In this contemporary novel, Newbery Medalist Linda Sue Park delivers a funny, lively story that illuminates both the process of writing a novel and the meaning of growing up American."A rich work that treats serious issues with warmth, respect, and a good deal of humor" (Kirkus starred review). Perfect for both independent reading and classroom sharing.Julia Song and her friend Patrick would love to win a blue ribbon, maybe even two, at the state fair. Theyve always done projects together, and they work well as a team. This time, though, theyre having trouble coming up with just the right project. Then Julias mother offers a suggestion: They can raise silkworms, as she did when she was a girl in Korea.Patrick thinks its a great idea. Of course there are obstacles--for example, where will they get mulberry leaves, the only thing silkworms eat?--but nothing they cant handle.Julia isnt so sure. The club where kids do their projects is all about traditional American stuff, and raising silkworms just doesnt fit in. Moreover, the author, Ms. Park, seems determined to make Julias life as complicated as possible, no matter how hard Julia tries to talk her out of it. Author Biography Linda Sue Park is the author of the Newbery Medal book A Single Shard and bestseller A Long Walk to Water. She has written several acclaimed picture book texts. She lives in Rochester, New York, with her family. For more information Review "Compelling characters and their passionate differences...drive the plot...unforgettable family and friendship story...a great cross-curriculum title." BOOKLIST, starred Booklist, ALA, Starred Review "Park creates a Korean-American seventh-grader so lifelike she jumps off the page....introduces many issues relevant to budding adolescents." PW Publishers Weekly "A rich work that treats serious issues with warmth, respect, and a good deal of humor." KIRKUS REVIEWS, starred Kirkus Reviews, Starred "This skillfully written tale will have wide appeal." SCHOOL LIBRARY JOURNAL, starred School Library Journal, Starred "Park has a sensitive ear for the nuances of self-doubt and burgeoning self-awareness that permeate junior-high experience." THE BULLETIN Bulletin of the Center for Childrens Books "Julia is a vivacious character...provide[s] interesting glimpses into how fiction is written." HORN BOOK Horn Book -- Review Quote "Compelling characters and their passionate differences...drive the plot...unforgettable family and friendship story...a great cross-curriculum title." BOOKLIST, starred Booklist, ALA, Starred Review "Park creates a Korean-American seventh-grader so lifelike she jumps off the page....introduces many issues relevant to budding adolescents." PW Publishers Weekly "A rich work that treats serious issues with warmth, respect, and a good deal of humor." KIRKUS REVIEWS, starred Kirkus Reviews, Starred "This skillfully written tale will have wide appeal." SCHOOL LIBRARY JOURNAL, starred School Library Journal, Starred "Park has a sensitive ear for the nuances of self-doubt and burgeoning self-awareness that permeate junior-high experience." THE BULLETIN Bulletin of the Center for Childrens Books "Julia is a vivacious character...provide[s] interesting glimpses into how fiction is written." HORN BOOK Horn Book Excerpt from Book ONE PATRICK AND I became friends because of a vegetable. Not just any vegetable. A cabbage. And not just any old cabbage. A Korean pickled cabbage. Which isnt a round cabbage like Peter Rabbit would eat, but a longer, leafier kind. It gets cut up and salted and packed in big jars with lots of garlic, green onions, and hot red pepper, and then its called kimchee. Kimchee is really spicy. Koreans eat it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I dont like kimchee. My mom says that when I was little, I used to eat it. Shed rinse off the spiciness and give me a bite or two. When I got to be six or seven years old, she stopped rinsing it. Most Korean mothers do that, and most Korean kids keep eating it. Not me. I hated the spiciness, and I still do. My mom keeps telling me I should eat it because its refreshing. But whats so refreshing about having your mouth on fire? My family used to tease me about not liking kimchee. My dad said maybe it meant I wasnt really Korean. "We should have your DNA tested," hed tell me. The seven-year-old snotbrain named Kenny who lives with us--otherwise known as my little brother--would wave big pieces in front of me and threaten to force me to eat them. Another thing about kimchee is, it has a really strong smell. Even though its stored in jars, you can still smell it, right through the jar and the refrigerator door. It sends out these feelers through the whole house. Three years ago, when I was in fourth grade, we were living in Chicago. Id made friends with a girl named Sarah. The first time she came over to play, she stopped dead in the entryway and said, " Eww! Whats that smell? " Id never really noticed it. Smells are funny that way--they can sort of disappear if you live with them all the time. But Sarah was so grossed out that I was really embarrassed. The exact same thing happened again a few weeks later, this time with two friends, a boy named Michael and his sister, Lily. They both stopped dead in their tracks and grabbed their noses. Then they insisted that we play outside because they couldnt stand the smell. I asked my mom to stop making kimchee, but she told me I was being unreasonable. When we moved to Plainfield two years ago, our new apartment didnt smell like kimchee--for about half a day. Then my mom unpacked some groceries, including a big jar of kimchee. Sigh. I met Patrick on our second day in Plainfield, a Saturday morning. Actually, I saw him on the first day; he was hanging around on his front steps three doors down, watching the movers. Him and his three brothers as well. I noticed him right away, not because of the way he looked--brown hair in a normal boy-haircut, a few freckles, a gap between his front teeth that predicted braces in his future--but because he seemed to be the closest to my age. The other three boys were little, younger even than Kenny. On the second day, I took a break from unpacking and went out to have a good look at the neighborhood. There they were again, the four boys, like theyd never moved off the steps. This time there was a girl with them, too, but she was a lot older. Patrick came down the steps and said hello and told me his name. I said hi back and told him mine. "Can I see inside your house?" he asked. "Sure," I said. As we started down the sidewalk, we were suddenly surrounded by his three brothers. "Can we come, too?" "Patrick, we wanna see." "Patrick, whats her name?" Patrick stopped walking. "Claire!" he yelled. The girl on the steps looked up from picking at her nails. "Yeah?" she said. "Make them stay with you," Patrick said. "I cant go barging in with all of them." "Im leaving soon. Michelle is picking me up to go to the mall." "Well, that means Ill be looking after them then. So you take them for now." Claire stood up. "YOU BEEN ICKY!" she yelled. At least that was what it sounded like to me, but later I learned that their names were Hugh, Ben, and Nicholas, and that Hugh was a year older than Ben and Nicky, who were twins, and that they usually got called "Hugh-Ben-Nicky" all in one breath. "Aw--" "Patrick--" "Pleeeeease can we--" "Hugh, lets go see if there are any cookies," Claire said. Hugh let go of Patricks arm and turned back toward their house. Ben and Nicky trotted after him. Patrick grinned at me. "If you get Hugh to do something, youve got all three of them," he explained. As we walked in the door of my house, Patrick tilted his head and sniffed. I braced myself for his reaction. "Whoa," he said. "Whats that? It smells great!" That was the beginning of Patricks love affair with kimchee. Whenever he eats dinner with us, my mom puts one bowl of kimchee on the table for the family and gives Patrick a whole private bowl for himself. He eats it in huge mouthfuls, sometimes without even adding any rice. I can hardly stand to watch him. Maybe hes the one who needs his DNA tested. "Goats." "No." "Sheep." "No." "Swine." " Wine? " Patrick and I were sitting on the floor of my room. He was reading aloud from a pamphlet. I was sewing up one of the cushions I keep on my bed. It had split the week before when we had a pillow fight, and the stuffing was falling out. Patrick snorted. "Not wine, ssswine. You think theyd let us anywhere near alcohol? Anyway, weve already decided to do an animal project. Wine is not an animal." Patrick and I had just joined the Wiggle Club. Its real name is the Work-Grow-Give-Live! Club (Plainfield Chapter), which means its initials are WGGL, which is why all the kids call it Wiggle. The Wiggle Club is supposed to teach kids about farming. Or at least it started out like that, a long time ago. It used to be for kids who lived on farms, far apart from each other, and it gave them a way to get together. These days, hardly anyone lives on farms; most of the land has been taken over by giant companies. Then the Wiggle clubs got started in cities and suburbs, so now we have one in Plainfield. Thats what Mr. Maxwell told us, anyway. Hes the guy who runs the Wiggle Club, and he owns one of the only small farms left near Plainfield. In January, club members sign up to do a project. They work on it for months, and the best ones get chosen to be exhibited at the state fair in August. Now it was March, and everyone else in the club had been working on their projects for a couple of months. Patrick and I had signed up only a week ago, so we were going to have to work fast. Wed just attended our first meeting, where we decided wed do an Animal Husbandry project. "Mr. Maxwell?" Patrick had waved his hand. "Why is it called Animal Husbandry? Are we only allowed to work with male animals?" Mr. Maxwell laughed. "No, Patrick, we work with both male and female animals. Its called husbandry because its raising animals, taking care of them--" Patrick interrupted him. "Then why isnt it called Animal Wifery? Wives take care of stuff--I mean, like raising babies--more than husbands do, dont they?" Patrick isnt a rude person, but he really gets into things sometimes, and his ideas sort of pop out of him like he doesnt have any control over them. His question made Mr. Maxwell pause a second. "Hmm. I think maybe its because the word husband has another meaning, one that not many people use anymore. It means to guard or watch over--like if someones resting, we say theyre husbanding their strength." Patrick thought it over Description for Bookstore Previous paperback edition Yearling, 978-0440-42163-4, $6.99 Hardcover edition $16.00 CL/$22.00CAN 978-0-618-47786-9 Details ISBN0544935217 Pages 272 Language English ISBN-10 0544935217 ISBN-13 9780544935211 Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2022-06-14 NZ Release Date 2022-06-14 US Release Date 2022-06-14 UK Release Date 2022-06-14 Author Linda Sue Park Audience Age 8-12 Publisher Clarion Books Year 2022 Publication Date 2022-06-14 Imprint Clarion Books Audience Children / Juvenile Imprint US Clarion Books Publisher US HarperCollins 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:125814779;

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