The Penderwicks in Spring
(Sprache: Englisch)
The fourth installment in the New York Times bestselling Penderwicks series from National Book Award Winner Jeanne Birdsall.
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The fourth installment in the New York Times bestselling Penderwicks series from National Book Award Winner Jeanne Birdsall.
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With over one million copies sold, this series of modern classics about the charming Penderwick family, from National Book Award winner and New York Times bestseller Jeanne Birdsall, is perfect for fans of Noel Streatfeild and Edward Eager.Springtime is finally arriving on Gardam Street, and there are surprises in store for each member of the family.
Some surprises are just wonderful, like neighbor Nick Geiger coming home from war. And some are ridiculous, like Batty s new dog-walking business. Batty is saving up her dog-walking money for an extra-special surprise for her family, which she plans to present on her upcoming birthday. But when some unwelcome surprises make themselves known, the best-laid plans fall apart.
Filled with all the heart, hilarity, and charm that has come to define this beloved clan, The Penderwicks in Spring is about fun and family and friends (and dogs), and what happens when you bring what's hidden into the bright light of the spring sun.
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SpringOnly one low mound of snow still lurked in Batty Penderwick's yard, under the big oak tree out back, and soon that would be gone if Batty continued to stomp on it with such determination.
"Spring can't get here until the snow's all melted," she explained to her brother, Ben, who was celebrating the end of winter in his own way, by digging in the dirt for rocks. Rocks were his passion.
"Ms. Lambert said that spring came in March." Ben was in second grade and still believed everything his teacher told him. "It's April now."
"Officially spring came in March, but it can't really be here unless the snow is gone and the daffodils are in bloom. Dad said so." Having made it all the way to fifth grade, Batty had learned to be wary of teachers, but her father was much more trustworthy. "And since one of Mrs. Geiger's daffodils bloomed yesterday, if I can just get rid of--"
She was interrupted by a clunk--Ben's shovel had struck metal.
"Gold!" he cried.
Batty looked up from her stomping, but before she could explain the unlikelihood of finding gold in their yard, she caught a flash of red in an upper window of the house.
"Duck and cover!" she cried to Ben.
He didn't need to be told twice. He threw himself against the house and crouched, out of sight of that window. And just in time, too. The flash of red had resolved itself into a wild mop of curls atop a little girl, her nose pressed against the screen. This was two-year-old Lydia, the youngest of the Penderwick family, who was supposed to be napping. Recently she'd discovered that by standing on a pile of the toys in her crib, she could get a better view of the world. The family verdict was that it wouldn't be long before she figured out how to climb out of the crib altogether.
Lydia, so cherubic up there in her window, now roared like a furious foghorn. "BEN!"
Batty called up to her. "Go back to sleep, Lydia."
"Lydia is done," came the reply.
"No, you're not done, because nap
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time isn't over for another fifteen minutes."
Wobbling atop her precarious pile, Lydia pondered this, then went back to her original thought. "BEN!"
In his hiding place, Ben was whispering no, no, no at Batty. She sympathized. Lydia loved everyone she'd encountered in her short life--never had a Penderwick been so pleased with the human race--but she loved Ben most of all. This was a burden no boy should have to bear.
And, too, it was important that Lydia not get her own way all the time. Batty shook her head at the window and said, "Ben is busy, and you have to rest some more."
"But--" Mid-protest, Lydia fell off her pile of toys and disappeared from sight.
"Is she gone?" asked Ben.
"I think so. Stay where you are for a minute, just in case she pops up again."
Lydia was the most recent addition to the Penderwick family, bringing the total to eight. For the first half of Batty's life, there had been only five: Batty, her father, and her three older sisters, Rosalind, Skye, and Jane. Five had been a good number. Then Mr. Penderwick had married Ben's mother, Iantha, making seven, and seven had been an even better number, because everyone was so fond of Ben and Iantha. And now, eight--eight was a lot, especially when the eighth one was Lydia.
Batty glanced back up at the window. It was still empty, which meant that either Lydia had gone back to sleep or she was rebuilding her pile of toys from scratch. Batty had watched her do it once or twice, and it was no easy project.
"All clear for now," she told Ben.
"Then come see what I've found." He went back to where he'd been digging, scrabbled around with his shovel, and brought to light a flat piece of metal encrusted with rust and dirt. Although his previous non-rock finds had been worthless--a tiny and ancient glass bottle, various chunks of broken plastic, and a ring full of keys
Wobbling atop her precarious pile, Lydia pondered this, then went back to her original thought. "BEN!"
In his hiding place, Ben was whispering no, no, no at Batty. She sympathized. Lydia loved everyone she'd encountered in her short life--never had a Penderwick been so pleased with the human race--but she loved Ben most of all. This was a burden no boy should have to bear.
And, too, it was important that Lydia not get her own way all the time. Batty shook her head at the window and said, "Ben is busy, and you have to rest some more."
"But--" Mid-protest, Lydia fell off her pile of toys and disappeared from sight.
"Is she gone?" asked Ben.
"I think so. Stay where you are for a minute, just in case she pops up again."
Lydia was the most recent addition to the Penderwick family, bringing the total to eight. For the first half of Batty's life, there had been only five: Batty, her father, and her three older sisters, Rosalind, Skye, and Jane. Five had been a good number. Then Mr. Penderwick had married Ben's mother, Iantha, making seven, and seven had been an even better number, because everyone was so fond of Ben and Iantha. And now, eight--eight was a lot, especially when the eighth one was Lydia.
Batty glanced back up at the window. It was still empty, which meant that either Lydia had gone back to sleep or she was rebuilding her pile of toys from scratch. Batty had watched her do it once or twice, and it was no easy project.
"All clear for now," she told Ben.
"Then come see what I've found." He went back to where he'd been digging, scrabbled around with his shovel, and brought to light a flat piece of metal encrusted with rust and dirt. Although his previous non-rock finds had been worthless--a tiny and ancient glass bottle, various chunks of broken plastic, and a ring full of keys
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Autoren-Porträt von Jeanne Birdsall
When Jeanne Birdsall was young, she promised herself she d be a writer someday so that she could write books for children to discover and enjoy, just as she did at her local library. She is the author of The Penderwicks, which won the National Book Award for Young People s Literature, The Penderwicks on Gardam Street, and The Penderwicks at Point Mouette.Jeanne lives in Northampton, Massachusetts, with her husband and an assortment of animals, including a dog named Cagney. You can find out more about Jeanne, her books, and her animal friends at JeanneBirdsall.com.
Produktdetails
- Autor: Jeanne Birdsall
- Altersempfehlung: 8 - 12 Jahre
- 2016, 368 Seiten, Maße: 13,1 x 19,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 030793098X
- ISBN-13: 9780307930989
- Erscheinungsdatum: 09.02.2016
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
The warmth and compassion of the Penderwick family comes through in every page of this slice-of-life novel, healing emotional bruises and reassuring readers that most problems can be overcome. Publishers Weekly starred review
chock full of all the qualities fans love (humor, heart, and the honest exploration of emotions [t]he Penderwicks have a strong bench, so, happily, expect more.
Booklist starred review
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