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Comfort Snowberger is well acquainted with death since her family runs the funeral parlor in their small southern town, but even so the ten-year-old is unprepared for the series of heart-wrenching events that begins on the first day of Easter vacation with the sudden death of her beloved great-uncle Edisto.

Finalist for the 2005 National Book Award for Young People's Literature

Comfort Snowberger is well acquainted with death since...

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Overview

Comfort Snowberger is well acquainted with death since her family runs the funeral parlor in their small southern town, but even so the ten-year-old is unprepared for the series of heart-wrenching events that begins on the first day of Easter vacation with the sudden death of her beloved great-uncle Edisto.

Finalist for the 2005 National Book Award for Young People's Literature

Comfort Snowberger is well acquainted with death since her family runs the funeral parlor in their small southern town, but even so the ten-year-old is unprepared for the series of heart-wrenching events that begins on the first day of Easter vacation with the sudden death of her beloved great-uncle Edisto.

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Editorial Reviews

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"A memorable tribute to the joys of living."—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

"Wiles has a gift for bringing readers into the hearts and minds of her main characters . . . As she faces the changes that life throws her way, Comfort grabs onto the reader’s heart and refuses to let it go."—BookPage


Publishers Weekly
Ten-year-old Comfort describes life in her family's funeral home. According to PW, as with her Love, Ruby Lavender, "Wiles mixes in letters, news reports and recipes, making a difficult topic go down like lemonade at a picnic." Ages 8-12. (Aug.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature
Ten-year-old Comfort Snowberger knows death well. She should; she's grown up in a family that runs the town funeral home and she's attended 247 funerals. She's quite the expert and she loves to share this information. In her cozy closet writing-thinking space she fills notebooks with everything from recipes to "Top Ten Tips for First-rate Funeral Behavior." She's continually convincing the local town paper that they ought to run her "life notices" rather than their typical obits. She understands the passing of her elderly Great-uncle Edisto and can accept the death of her Great-great-aunt Florentine. But she can't deal with the bizarre grieving patterns of her cousin Peach; nor can she handle the sudden changes of her best friend, Declaration, who's grown up too quickly and seems to have forgotten all they have shared. Suddenly the sureness Comfort has always known seems to fade as all the familiar supports are yanked away: dog missing, best friend turned cruel, annoying cousin clinging, almost drowning in a flood. Comfort falters, but readers know that somehow the buoyant Comfort will rise again. She can't fail to with her sunny disposition, attentive, caring family, and history of accepting the changes life presents. Wiles' writing is sometimes funny, sometimes poignant, and she has created a quirky warm family and a young aptly-named protagonist who will reassure readers who face hard life transitions. 2005, Harcourt, Ages 9 to 11.
—Susie Wilde
School Library Journal
Gr 4-6-Ten-year-old Comfort Snowberger lives in a house with her extended family, including great aunts and uncles. As a resident of this special house-a funeral home in a small town in Mississippi-Comfort has learned to embrace life. This novel by Deborah Wiles (Gulliver Books, 2005) takes listeners to the funeral of Great Aunt Florentine, from the moment she is discovered in her garden, through the arrival of Comfort's friend Declaration and her cousin Peach. We become a guest as Mother arranges the flowers for the house and Father prepares Aunt Florentine's body for viewing. Comfort is comfortable with death and accepts it as a natural part of living. However, the young girl soon must face situations that test her previous assumptions as well as her friendships. Kim Mai Guest brings a true southern lilt to the voice of Comfort, while creating distinct voices for Great Aunt Florentine, Great Uncle Edisto, Declaration Johnson, and a myriad of other characters. This heartfelt, sometimes humorous story is a delight.-Joyce Rice, Crestwood Middle School, Royal Palm Beach, FL Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Comfort Snowberger has attended 247 funerals, not because she's morose but because the Snowberger Funeral Home in Snapfinger, Mississippi, is where she lives with her family. In fact, the dead center of the story, so to speak, is the funeral home. When Uncle Edisto dies and then 90-year-old, great-great-Aunt Florentine, Comfort learns that "it's not how you die that makes the important impression, it's how you live." A difficult belief to accept when tragedy strikes Comfort, her dog, Dismay, and her eight-year-old sniveling cousin, Peach, all caught in a flash flood on the way to Florentine's graveside service. As Comfort clutches Peach to keep him from going under, Dismay is swept away. Despite the setting and plot, the story is not morbid but is an original celebration of life. Unique characters, inventive names (Comfort's best friend Declaration, who betrays their friendship), a fresh voice and an honest portrayal of life and death are a match made in heaven-and despite the bland title, a memorable tribute to the joys of living. (Fiction. 8-12)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780152056575
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 8/1/2006
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 276
  • Sales rank: 159,141
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.50 (h) x -11.00 (d)

Meet the Author

DEBORAH WILES is the award-winning author of Each Little Bird That Sings, a National Book Award finalist; Love, Ruby Lavender, an ALA Notable Children's Book, a Children's Book Sense 76 Pick, an NCTE Notable Book for the Language Arts, and a New York Public Library Book for Reading and Sharing; Freedom Summer, a Coretta Scott King Honor Book; The Aurora County All-Stars, a New York Public Library Book for Reading and Sharing; and One Wide Sky. She lives in Georgia.

www.deborahwiles.com

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I come from a family with a lot of dead people.

Great-uncle Edisto keeled over with a stroke on a Saturday morning after breakfast last March. Six months later, Great-great-aunt Florentine died-just like that-in the vegetable garden. And, of course, there are all the dead people who rest temporarily downstairs, until they go off to the Snapfinger Cemetery. I'm related to them, too, Uncle Edisto always told me, "Everybody's kin, Comfort," he said.

Downstairs at Snowberger's, my daddy deals with death by misadventure, illness, and natural causes galore. Sometimes I ask him how somebody died. He tells me, then he says, "It's not how you die that makes the important impression, Comfort; it's how you live. Now go live awhile, honey, and let me get back to work." But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up. I'll start with Great-uncle Edisto and last March, since that death involves me-I witnessed it.

It was March 27, the first day of Easter vacation. I had just finished deviling eggs in the upstairs kitchen. Uncle Edisto and I were planning the first picnic of spring. My best friend, Declaration Johnson, would be joining us. I was sitting at the kitchen table, scarfing down my Chocolate Buzz Krispies. Uncle Edisto licked the end of his pencil and scribbled onto the crossword puzzle in the Aurora County News. Daddy and Mama were working. Great-great-aunt Florentine had just sneaked her ritual piece of bacon from the paper-toweled rack by the stove.

"I'm off to the garden, darlin's!" she said. "I feel a need to sing to the peas!" She kissed Great-uncle Edisto's head. He looked up from his crossword puzzle and sang-to the tune of "Oh! Susanna"-"Oh, Peas-Anna! Don't you cry for me . . ." I laughed with my mouth full of cereal. Aunt Florentine blew me a kiss, then she drifted out of the room, singing to herself: "For I come from Mississippi with a Moon Pie on my knee!"

"'Moon Pie'!" said Uncle Edisto, poising his pencil over the crossword puzzle. "That's it! Twenty-four across!"

The sky had been clouding up all morning, but I was ignoring all signs of rain. A grumble of thunder brought my dog, Dismay, to the kitchen, where he shoved himself at my feet under the table, pressed his shaggy black body against my legs, and shuddered.

"Oh, now, doggie!" said Great-uncle Edisto, peering under the table at Dismay. "You don't have to worry about no thunder! It's a beautiful day for a pic-a-nic!" Uncle Edisto was always optimistic. "Yessir," he said, smiling at me, "a pic-a-nic at Listening Rock should be just about perfect today!"

Then-Craaaack! went the thunder. Sizzle! went the lightning. And Boom! . . . The sky opened wide and rain sheared down like curtains.

Dismay scrambled for my lap, bobbling the kitchen table on his back.

"Whoa, doggie!" called Great-uncle Edisto. He steadied the table as Dismay yelped and tried to get out from under the table and onto me.

"Down, Dismay!" I shouted. Milk sloshed out of my bowl, and I made a mighty push-back in my chair. Dismay's toenails clawed my legs and his thick coat crammed itself into my nose as my chair tipped sideways with me and Dismay in it. "Umpgh!" The air left my body. My Snowberger's baseball cap popped right off my head. And there I was, lying on the kitchen floor with a sixty-five-pound dog in my face. He stuck his shaggy snout into my neck and shivered. An obituary headline flashed into my mind: Local Girl, 10, Done In by Storm and Petrified Pet!

Into the middle of all this commotion clomped my little sister, Merry, wearing Mama's high heels and a red slip that pooled around her feet. I peeked at her from under my dog blanket. As soon as she saw me, her eyebrows popped high and her mouth rounded into a tiny O of surprise.

"Dead!" she said.

"No," I said. I spit out dog hair. It was fine and silky and tasted like the cow pond.

"You all right, Comfort?" Great-uncle Edisto towered over me. He wore fat blue suspenders, and I could smell his old-person-after-shaving smell.

"I'm okay."

My head hurt. My plans were ruined. My dog was overwrought. But other than that, I was fine.

"Fumfort!" chirped Merry.

"Move, Dismay!" I pushed at him, but Dismay was glued to me like Elmer's. He gave my face three quick licks with his wet tongue, as if to say, Yep, it's thunder! Yep, it's thunder!! Yep, it's thunder!!!

Merry turned herself around and stomped out of the kitchen, singing, to the tune of "Jingle Bells": "Fumfort dead, Fumfort dead, Fumfort dead away!"

Downstairs the front doors slammed, and my older brother, Tidings, who had been painting the fence by the front parking lot, yelled, "Attention, all personnel! Where are the big umbrellas! I need rain cover!"

Dismay immediately detached himself from me and scuttled for the grand front staircase to find Tidings, who was bigger than I was and who offered more protection.

I gazed at the ceiling and took stock of the situation. One: It was raining hard. There went my picnic. Two: Best friend or not, Declaration would not come over in the rain-she didn't like to get wet. There went my plans. Three: I didn't have a three, but if I thought about it long enough, I would.

Great-uncle Edisto extended a knobby hand to me and winced as he pulled me to my feet. He gave me my baseball cap, and I used both hands to pull it back onto my head.

"You're gettin' to be a big girl," he said. He picked up the newspaper, tucked his pencil behind his ear, and looked out at the downpour. His voice took on a thoughtful tone. "The rain serves us."

Great-uncle Edisto always talked like that. Everything, even death, served us, according to him. Everything had a grand purpose, and there was nothing amiss in the universe; it was our job to adjust to whatever came our way. I didn't get it.

"We can have us some deviled eggs and tuner-fish sandwiches right here in the kitchen, Comfort," he went on. "Or, we can try another day for that pic-a-nic."

When I didn't answer, he turned his head to find me. "What's the matter, honey?"

"I'm disappointed." I studied my scratched-up legs.

"So am I!" Great-uncle Edisto took a Snowberger's handkerchief out of his shirt pocket and mopped at his face. "I like to pic-a-nic more than a bee likes to bumble!"

He did.

While we straightened the table and chairs and cleaned up the spilled cereal, Great-uncle Edisto told me about how disappointments can be good things-like the time he thought he'd planted Abraham Lincoln tomato plants in the garden but found out later they were really Sunsweet cherry tomatoes. He'd had his heart set on sinking his teeth into those fat Abe Lincoln tomatoes, but then he discovered that he liked the Sunsweets even better-and besides, he could pop a whole Sunsweet into his mouth at once and save his front teeth some wear and tear. "A distinct advantage at my age," he said.

"That doesn't help my mood," I said. The rain pounded so hard on the tin roof, it made a roaring sound inside the kitchen and we had to shout to be heard.

"Think of disappointment as a happy little surprise, Comfort. For instance . . ." Great-uncle Edisto pushed his glasses up on his nose and smiled like he had just invented a new thought. "I think I'll get me a nap." He was breathing hard. "There's always something good to come out of disappointment, Comfort. You'll see."

I could tell by the rhythm and tone of his voice that he was working up to his grand finale: "Open your arms to life! Let it strut into your heart in all its messy glory!"

"I don't like messes," I told him. "I like my plans."

Uncle Edisto patted me on the shoulder and lumbered off to his room. I called Declaration on the kitchen telephone, but her line was busy. I hung up and waited for her to call me, but she didn't, so I tried dialing her six more times. Then I gave up.

Tidings slammed the downstairs doors on his way back outside, and Dismay came to find me. We went to my closet to wait for something good to happen. I do my best thinking in the closet. It's quiet and comfortable and smells like opportunity. I sat with my back against the wall and my knees under my chin. Dismay sat facing me (it's a big closet), with his paws touching my bare toes. He panted nervously and his dog saliva drip-drip-dripped onto my feet.

"Thunder's gone," I said. "You can rest easy, boy."

Dismay wasn't sure, but he smiled at me anyway, with those shiny dog eyes. It made me want to hug him, so I did. His tail thump-thump-thumped the floor.

Copyright © 2005 by Deborah Wiles

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

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First Chapter

I come from a family with a lot of dead people.

Great-uncle Edisto keeled over with a stroke on a Saturday morning after breakfast last March. Six months later, Great-great-aunt Florentine died-just like that-in the vegetable garden. And, of course, there are all the dead people who rest temporarily downstairs, until they go off to the Snapfinger Cemetery. I'm related to them, too, Uncle Edisto always told me, "Everybody's kin, Comfort," he said.

Downstairs at Snowberger's, my daddy deals with death by misadventure, illness, and natural causes galore. Sometimes I ask him how somebody died. He tells me, then he says, "It's not how you die that makes the important impression, Comfort; it's how you live. Now go live awhile, honey, and let me get back to work." But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up. I'll start with Great-uncle Edisto and last March, since that death involves me-I witnessed it.

It was March 27, the first day of Easter vacation. I had just finished deviling eggs in the upstairs kitchen. Uncle Edisto and I were planning the first picnic of spring. My best friend, Declaration Johnson, would be joining us. I was sitting at the kitchen table, scarfing down my Chocolate Buzz Krispies. Uncle Edisto licked the end of his pencil and scribbled onto the crossword puzzle in the Aurora County News. Daddy and Mama were working. Great-great-aunt Florentine had just sneaked her ritual piece of bacon from the paper-toweled rack by the stove.

"I'm off to the garden, darlin's!" she said. "I feel a need to sing to the peas!" She kissed Great-uncle Edisto's head. He looked up from his crossword puzzle and sang-to the tune of "Oh! Susanna"-"Oh, Peas-Anna!Don't you cry for me . . ." I laughed with my mouth full of cereal. Aunt Florentine blew me a kiss, then she drifted out of the room, singing to herself: "For I come from Mississippi with a Moon Pie on my knee!"

"'Moon Pie'!" said Uncle Edisto, poising his pencil over the crossword puzzle. "That's it! Twenty-four across!"

The sky had been clouding up all morning, but I was ignoring all signs of rain. A grumble of thunder brought my dog, Dismay, to the kitchen, where he shoved himself at my feet under the table, pressed his shaggy black body against my legs, and shuddered.

"Oh, now, doggie!" said Great-uncle Edisto, peering under the table at Dismay. "You don't have to worry about no thunder! It's a beautiful day for a pic-a-nic!" Uncle Edisto was always optimistic. "Yessir," he said, smiling at me, "a pic-a-nic at Listening Rock should be just about perfect today!"

Then-Craaaack! went the thunder. Sizzle! went the lightning. And Boom! . . . The sky opened wide and rain sheared down like curtains.

Dismay scrambled for my lap, bobbling the kitchen table on his back.

"Whoa, doggie!" called Great-uncle Edisto. He steadied the table as Dismay yelped and tried to get out from under the table and onto me.

"Down, Dismay!" I shouted. Milk sloshed out of my bowl, and I made a mighty push-back in my chair. Dismay's toenails clawed my legs and his thick coat crammed itself into my nose as my chair tipped sideways with me and Dismay in it. "Umpgh!" The air left my body. My Snowberger's baseball cap popped right off my head. And there I was, lying on the kitchen floor with a sixty-five-pound dog in my face. He stuck his shaggy snout into my neck and shivered. An obituary headline flashed into my mind: Local Girl, 10, Done In by Storm and Petrified Pet!

Into the middle of all this commotion clomped my little sister, Merry, wearing Mama's high heels and a red slip that pooled around her feet. I peeked at her from under my dog blanket. As soon as she saw me, her eyebrows popped high and her mouth rounded into a tiny O of surprise.

"Dead!" she said.

"No," I said. I spit out dog hair. It was fine and silky and tasted like the cow pond.

"You all right, Comfort?" Great-uncle Edisto towered over me. He wore fat blue suspenders, and I could smell his old-person-after-shaving smell.

"I'm okay."

My head hurt. My plans were ruined. My dog was overwrought. But other than that, I was fine.

"Fumfort!" chirped Merry.

"Move, Dismay!" I pushed at him, but Dismay was glued to me like Elmer's. He gave my face three quick licks with his wet tongue, as if to say, Yep, it's thunder! Yep, it's thunder!! Yep, it's thunder!!!

Merry turned herself around and stomped out of the kitchen, singing, to the tune of "Jingle Bells": "Fumfort dead, Fumfort dead, Fumfort dead away!"

Downstairs the front doors slammed, and my older brother, Tidings, who had been painting the fence by the front parking lot, yelled, "Attention, all personnel! Where are the big umbrellas! I need rain cover!"

Dismay immediately detached himself from me and scuttled for the grand front staircase to find Tidings, who was bigger than I was and who offered more protection.

I gazed at the ceiling and took stock of the situation. One: It was raining hard. There went my picnic. Two: Best friend or not, Declaration would not come over in the rain-she didn't like to get wet. There went my plans. Three: I didn't have a three, but if I thought about it long enough, I would.

Great-uncle Edisto extended a knobby hand to me and winced as he pulled me to my feet. He gave me my baseball cap, and I used both hands to pull it back onto my head.

"You're gettin' to be a big girl," he said. He picked up the newspaper, tucked his pencil behind his ear, and looked out at the downpour. His voice took on a thoughtful tone. "The rain serves us."

Great-uncle Edisto always talked like that. Everything, even death, served us, according to him. Everything had a grand purpose, and there was nothing amiss in the universe; it was our job to adjust to whatever came our way. I didn't get it.

"We can have us some deviled eggs and tuner-fish sandwiches right here in the kitchen, Comfort," he went on. "Or, we can try another day for that pic-a-nic."

When I didn't answer, he turned his head to find me. "What's the matter, honey?"

"I'm disappointed." I studied my scratched-up legs.

"So am I!" Great-uncle Edisto took a Snowberger's handkerchief out of his shirt pocket and mopped at his face. "I like to pic-a-nic more than a bee likes to bumble!"

He did.

While we straightened the table and chairs and cleaned up the spilled cereal, Great-uncle Edisto told me about how disappointments can be good things-like the time he thought he'd planted Abraham Lincoln tomato plants in the garden but found out later they were really Sunsweet cherry tomatoes. He'd had his heart set on sinking his teeth into those fat Abe Lincoln tomatoes, but then he discovered that he liked the Sunsweets even better-and besides, he could pop a whole Sunsweet into his mouth at once and save his front teeth some wear and tear. "A distinct advantage at my age," he said.

"That doesn't help my mood," I said. The rain pounded so hard on the tin roof, it made a roaring sound inside the kitchen and we had to shout to be heard.

"Think of disappointment as a happy little surprise, Comfort. For instance . . ." Great-uncle Edisto pushed his glasses up on his nose and smiled like he had just invented a new thought. "I think I'll get me a nap." He was breathing hard. "There's always something good to come out of disappointment, Comfort. You'll see."

I could tell by the rhythm and tone of his voice that he was working up to his grand finale: "Open your arms to life! Let it strut into your heart in all its messy glory!"

"I don't like messes," I told him. "I like my plans."

Uncle Edisto patted me on the shoulder and lumbered off to his room. I called Declaration on the kitchen telephone, but her line was busy. I hung up and waited for her to call me, but she didn't, so I tried dialing her six more times. Then I gave up.

Tidings slammed the downstairs doors on his way back outside, and Dismay came to find me. We went to my closet to wait for something good to happen. I do my best thinking in the closet. It's quiet and comfortable and smells like opportunity. I sat with my back against the wall and my knees under my chin. Dismay sat facing me (it's a big closet), with his paws touching my bare toes. He panted nervously and his dog saliva drip-drip-dripped onto my feet.

"Thunder's gone," I said. "You can rest easy, boy."

Dismay wasn't sure, but he smiled at me anyway, with those shiny dog eyes. It made me want to hug him, so I did. His tail thump-thump-thumped the floor.

Copyright © 2005 by Deborah Wiles

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2010

    Yanks those heart strings!

    I don't necessarily like reading but my mom bought me this book and I decided since I needed to read for a class anyways I would just read this book, it had a beautiful cover and an interesting name. I was actually kind of excited to read it, and that doesn't happen very much!
    It seemed a little weird at first, reading about a family that lives at the towns funeral home, but it kept my attention. I'm not one for death but this gave me a whole new look on the passed on. The author did a WONDERFUL job at making you feel as if you were right there next to Comfort Snowberger, experiencing her trials as she told us of her life being a resident of the Snowbergers funeral home. The story pulled me in and I was hooked. I kept reading and the author started to add a little bit of drama to the story between Comfort and her best friend since child hood, Declaration. I think the author did a great job of getting you involved in their drama and made it easy to relate to what was going on in the story, I am a sucker for books with drama, this just added so much more to the story.
    The book got really interesting when a family death caused some of Comforts odd relatives to come stay. Peach, her little cousin, reminds me exactly of my annoying, but loving little ten year old nephew! that fact made it fun to read the story and easy to relate to Comforts "annoyance" toward Peach cause I know exactly how she feels! But you really get to see the softer side of Comfort toward the end when Peach is having a hard time excepting a horrible death that took place and comfort calms him and reinsures that everything is okay.
    The part I liked best of the story was the climax, when her and Peach were sucked into a life threatening flood and Comfort made a brave decision to let go of her loyal companion Dismay (her dog) in order to save peach. I believe I read this chapter twice because it just pulls you in and you feel like your right there with them mixed up in this whole situation.
    I would recommend this to anyone who has a problem dealing with a death of a family member or a beloved friend. Its also a great book for someone who likes reading heart felt, personal stories. I wish I would have had this book when i lost my dog because it would have helped a lot! This book is in my top ten picks, it was a cute story that could help someone with personal problems or it could just be a fun read.
    I loved this book and I would be willing to read it a couple times more for sure, I fell in love with it instantly and will most likely continue to love it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2010

    Very, very helpful.

    This book was amazing. It was so emotional and i felt like i was there with Comfort. I read this book when I was little and when my Great Grandma died, I read this book again and it helped my cope with her death. I would recomend this book to anyone that has hand a hard time with dealing with death.

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  • Posted July 8, 2010

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    One of my favorite books I have read this year!

    I thought this book was good from start to finish, and I never got bored with it. The only thing I didn't like was that the ending confused me. But, still good. I started reading this in school, then I took it home and forgot to return it... Oh well! I didn't have to pay for it, and it is a good book to read over again and again. But, I do feel bad for the guy who payed for it.. He was another student... But anyway, read this book!

    -Book_Worm_1998

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  • Posted July 6, 2009

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    I Also Recommend:

    Each Little Bird

    Wow! I loved this book! I finished it in one night. It was a great read from start to finish, except a few parts started to lose me. I mean, the ending was a bit confusing. Anyway, I really liked how Deborah Wiles talks about those sensitive subjects like death and friendship. She did a great job. If your considering reading this book, don't even hesitate. You'll love it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2008

    Extraordinarily Charming

    Very charming, this book is a feel good book. It is so cute. I loved it when I read it. I was eleven and I thought it was the best book in the world. I would definently recommend this for anyone from 8 to say 12. Its great. Its worth reading.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2007

    This book is enchanting!

    Truly charming!This book is amazing! I loved this book.It shows how strong you truly are. I never wanted to put this book down. I think that this book is the best book ever written. Deborah Wiles is a wonderful author, and she should write more novels.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2007

    A reviewer

    This book touched my heart when I read it. You MUSTT!!! read this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2007

    Comfort in everything

    Each Little Bird that Sings is a wonderful book that introduces children to life and to death. Death is all around us and to some a part of our home life. Comfort Snowberger lives in a funeral home so she is well aware of what happens after death. For children it's wonderful in the way that it discusses how death is wonderful in ways and that we are here for a reason and we live in the hearts of those we love. For those with bratty relatives, it shows that when it comes down to it, one always does the right thing. In the end, Comfort learns a lot about death and more about those around her living and about the life that she lives. I would recommend this book to those searching for a little bit of meaning to life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2007

    A Good Book to read in spare time

    Each Little Bird That Sings By Deborah Wiles Have you ever lost someone? Have you ever lost an Uncle or an Aunt? Or even the friendship of your one and only best friend? Comfort Snowberger has. Comfort Snowberger lives in a funeral home with the motto of ¿We live to serve.¿ Her Aunt and Uncle suddenly die and her best friend has gone to the mean popular kids. Declaration ignores her and makes fun of her too. To make matters worse she has to hang around watching her annoying cousin Peach who cries at everything! Also, people die all throughout this story, but mostly the ones Comfort loves and knows dearly. Comfort goes through the entire struggle while maintaining herself from insanity. The story takes most place at Snowberger¿s Funeral Home and so does the action. Comfort tells the story throughout this book. The story has some excitement in the story but it¿s also sad. The book entertained me a lot in the story. If I had to talk about a genre for this, I would say it is Realistic Fiction. The author of Each Little Bird That Sings is Deborah Wiles and she also wrote ¿Love, Ruby Lavender.¿ The main characters are Dismay (her dog), Comfort, Peach, Declaration, Mom, and Dad. In the story Comfort loses a lot of people, but she still finds happiness. She never stops believing. When I read, in one of the parts it becomes clear. The Author did a very good job at writing this book that I could not stop thinking about how I thought everything looked liked in the story. I liked the book because it was sad mostly throughout this book but in the end Comfort found happiness. The group of people I think should read this book or most likely would is an age group of 8-12. Comfort loses a lot of people but the next one she loses is closer than she thinks. Read Each Little Bird That Sings by Deborah Wiles to find out!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2007

    love it!!!!!!!

    this was a very interesting and good book........but i loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2007

    Recommended read for all ages!

    'I come from a family with a lot of dead people.' This is the opening line of the book, which states without question what the issues of this book are about. Comfort Snowberger is a ten year old girl who lives with her family above their family-run funeral home. She has attended 247 funerals and has developed a clear cut view of what she believes death is about. Within months, her Great Uncle Edisto and Great-great-aunt Florentine pass away. Comfort's view of death changes as she experiences it in her own family. Her calm, mature attitude of death is contrasted by her annoying cousin, Peach, who just can't comprehend what happens when you die or understand why the people around him are dying. This emotional topic is presented in a way that is appealing to young readers by the quick wit and charm of Comfort. She writes the 'Life Notices' (obituaries) for the town, and refers to herself as 'explorer, recipe tester, and funeral reporter'. Her support system rests mainly on the companionship of her dog, Dismay, and her friend, Declaration, who has been treating her rudely. On the day of her Great-great-aunt Florentine's funeral, an accident involving Comfort, Peach, and Dismay changes the perspective of how to deal with loss and forgive yourself and others when faced with grief. Children will feel caught up in the moment and be able to relate to the feelings of Comfort during this time, but will hopefully learn through the example that she sets. Be ready to experience the emotions of Comfort and get lost in the moment as well!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 24, 2007

    A must read

    Having lived in her family owned funeral home, Comfort Snowberger is no stranger to death. This story tells of the struggles Comfort faces when coming to terms with personal loss. Deborah Wiles pulls readers in through the emotions and thoughts of Comfort. This book will fill you with many emotions from sorrow to excitement. I think readers will be surprised by the heartfelt ending. I do recommend this book for any reader who has dealt with the sorrow of loosing someone you love. As stated in the book, ¿missing someone you love is hard.¿

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2006

    A must read book!!!!!!!!!!

    I think this was a very good book! Although it is a little sad, it is still a wonderful book! Deborah Wiles talks very dramatically at times and she makes a happy, but unhappy ending. This for sure wouldn¿t be a Disney movie. I had to keep reading, because it is a story that takes you away, into the world of happiness, sadness, and wonder to know how the story will end!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 8, 2007

    Each Little bird that sings review

    This was one of the most exciting and wonderfull stories I've ever read! There was suspense and adventure throughout the story. It was an exciting heart warming story! It is about the best book I have ever read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2006

    Fantastic

    Wow this book is great but really sad I cried while reading this book but overall it was fantastic!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 6, 2006

    A spine-tingling page turning book!!!!!!!!

    This book was wonderful.All i wanted to do was keep reading!!!This would be a great book to get kids,being that i am a kid i highly recomend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2006

    too much dead talk

    I think this was a great book but it was kinda weird that the main charector loved to talk about dead people it was also kinda sad....but otherwise great

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2005

    a great Bluebonnet selection

    This book is a 2006 Texas Library Assoc. Bluebonnet pick. It's the best one since 'Because of Winn-Dixie.' I,like Comfort (the protagonist), grew up around the funeral business. We had a light-hearted way of looking at it too. This narrative brought back many happy memories for me. What an enjoyable book!!!

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