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Thirteen-year-old Rosie Beckett has never strayed further from her family's farm than a horse can pull a cart. Then a letter from Aunt Euterpe arrives, and everything changes. It's 1893, the year of the World's Columbian Exposition -- the "wonder of the age" -- otherwise known as the Chicago World's Fair. Tucked inside the pages of the letter are train tickets to Chicago, because Aunt Euterpe is inviting the Becketts to come for a visit and go to the fair! For Rosie, it's a ...
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Overview

Thirteen-year-old Rosie Beckett has never strayed further from her family's farm than a horse can pull a cart. Then a letter from Aunt Euterpe arrives, and everything changes. It's 1893, the year of the World's Columbian Exposition -- the "wonder of the age" -- otherwise known as the Chicago World's Fair. Tucked inside the pages of the letter are train tickets to Chicago, because Aunt Euterpe is inviting the Becketts to come for a visit and go to the fair! For Rosie, it's a summer of marvels -- a summer she'll never forget.

In 1893, thirteen-year-old Rosie and members of her family travel from their Illinois farm to Chicago to visit Aunt Euterpe and attend the World's Columbian Exposition which, along with an encounter with Buffalo Bill and Lillian Russell, turns out to be a life-changing experience for everyone.

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The Barnes & Noble Review
The author of the Newbery Award-winning novel A Year Down Yonder offers another witty tale of history and hysteria. Once again employing his hallmark fish-out-of-water theme, Peck tosses a seemingly naïve and countrified family into the heart of Chicago society, where everyone learns that first impressions can often be far off the mark.

The year is 1893, and 13-year-old Rosie Beckett, her 17-year-old sister, Lottie, and their 7-year-old brother, Buster, lead a hardworking and simple lifestyle on their family's farm. Their prime source of entertainment is the antics of their somewhat eccentric grandfather, at least until a surprising letter arrives from their wealthy Aunt Euterpe, from whom they haven't heard a word in years. Included in the letter are four train tickets and an invitation for the kids and their mother to come to Chicago for a visit so they can attend the World's Columbian Exposition. Mother can't go, but she sends the kids to the city, unaware that Grandpa, who was explicitly not invited, has stolen the extra ticket and hidden himself on the train.

The arrival of the kids and Grandpa throws Euterpe's household into chaos and launches a series of hilarious misadventures. The Exposition offers an amazing variety of sights and experiences that keep the children spellbound and greatly expand their worldview. But the greatest change in their outlook will come not from the Exposition or their exposure to city life, but from crazy old Grandpa, who has a few eye-opening surprises of his own.

Peck tells this warmhearted tale from the point of view of young Rosie, whose wry observations, wide-eyed wonder, and occasional cynicism lend the work its charm and humor. Adding to the appeal is Peck's inclusion of several real names from history (some with accompanying photographs), including the legendary cowboy Buffalo Bill, the entertainer Lillian Russell, and the inventor George Ferris, creator of the Ferris wheel. (Beth Amos)

Publishers Weekly
After spinning two yarns about city kids having madcap adventures in the country (A Long Way From Chicago; A Year Down Yonder), Peck plays the flip side here, hilariously relating what happens when three farm children take on the 1893 Chicago World's Fair. The narrator, 13-year-old Rosie Beckett, isn't quite sure what inspired her mother to allow Rosie and her two siblings to visit rich Aunt Euterpe in a "place with a million or so people, most of them criminals," but she suspects it has something to do with her wanting to separate Rosie's older sister, Lottie, from her suitor, "a drifter and probably a grifter." In any case, Lottie, Rosie and their younger brother, Buster, accompanied by their flamboyant grandfather, nearly burst with excitement as they embark on the biggest adventure of their lives. Peck fluidly works in the children's sense of awe as they observe the skyscrapers and the smooth surface of city roads. Meanwhile, the Becketts' boisterous spirits prove to be a little overwhelming for their widowed aunt (who still dresses in black after being a widow for four years). During the first 48 hours in Chicago, the Beckett clan manages to run off the household help and embarrass their aunt in front of some of Chicago's most prominent ladies. Luckily, things take a turn for the better, and later experiences riding a Ferris wheel, seeing Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show and discovering Granddad Fuller is old pals with Buffalo Bill himself are as thrilling for Aunt Euterpe as for her less sophisticated kin. Peck's unforgettable characters, cunning dialogue and fast-paced action will keep readers of all ages in stitches as he captures a colorful chapter in American history. Ages 10-up.(Sept.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Publishers Weekly
"Peck hilariously relates what happens when three farm children take on the 1893 Chicago World's Fair," wrote PW in a starred review. "The unforgettable characters, cunning dialogue and fast-paced action will keep readers of all ages in stitches." Ages 9-12. (Mar.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
From The Critics
The World's Columbian Exposition is in Chicago during the summer of 1893. Thirteen-year-old Rosie Beckett is far away in isolated Christian County, Illinois, with her mother, father, seventeen-year-old sister Lottie, seven-year-old brother Buster, and her gregarious, cantankerous Grandad. When they accept Aunt Euterpe's invitation to visit her in Chicago and attend the fair, their lives change forever. Acclaimed young adult novelist Richard Peck expertly weaves the fictional Beckett family into the real World's Fair of 1893, complete with historical figures Susan B. Anthony, Lillian Russell, Little Egypt, and Buffalo Bill Cody. Young Rosie experiences bright electric lights, displays from countries all over the world, the Transportation Building, the Fisheries Building, the Woman's Building, the first ferris wheel, and exotic foods like the newly invented hamburger during her short stay at the 1893 World's Fair. These experiences encourage young Rosie to mature from a child to a young woman. Peck's latest novel is humorous, engaging, and quite believable. I highly recommend it. 2001, Dial Books, 139 pp., Johnston
VOYA
Following closely on the heels of his Newbery-winning A Year Down Yonder (Dial, 2000/VOYA December 2000), Peck's newest charmer is set again in the author's home state of Illinois. Studded with unforgettable characters, this story follows three children, who never have been off the family farm, as they travel by train with their high-spirited, ingenuous grandfather to the great city of Chicago to visit the 1893 World's Columbian Exposition. They stay with their mother's sister, Aunt Euterpe, and in her company, uncontrollable disasters seem to occur. The widow of a successful businessman, Aunt Euterpe's fervent desire is to become accepted in Chicago society. To this end, she calculates every stop at the fair, every piece of clothing, and every encounter for her visitors. To her horror, the children, and especially her father, insist on having fun. Over the course of a few days, Euterpe's rural relatives manage to run off the cook and maid, glimpse bad women on the Midway, and horrify Mrs. Potter Palmer, cream of the society ladies. Grandfather and the kids find it all exhilarating, and in an all's-well-that-ends-well fashion, Aunt Euterpe finally is accepted into South Side society when her oldest niece from the farm marries into the Dearborn family. Readers will find themselves laughing out loud at the antics of this family as seen through the eyes of thirteen-year-old Rosie, and they will feel that they are participants at the fair with all its amazing wonders. This book will provide excellent supplemental reading for studies of the Gilded Age and will be popular with all Peck fans. VOYA CODES: 5Q 5P M J (Hard to imagine it being any better written; Every YA (who reads) was dyingto read it yesterday; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9). 2001, Dial, 160p, $16.99. Ages 11 to 15. Reviewer: Leslie Carter
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-Told by 13-year-old Rosie, this marvelously funny story set in 1893 also paints an accurate picture of a small Illinois farm and of the first World's Fair. The Becketts rarely venture off their farm, except for Granddad, who journeys into town each day on the pretense of running errands. This cantankerous old man, whose antics steal the show, appears to be slightly senile, although he has a soft spot shared grudgingly and a past that he keeps close to his chest. When Aunt Euterpe invites Mama and her children to come to Chicago to see the World's Columbian Exposition, and encloses four train tickets, Mama sees this as the perfect opportunity to put some distance between teenaged Lottie and her unsuitable romantic interest. Apprehensive about leaving the farm, however, Mama asks Granddad to return her ticket by mail. When the train makes an unscheduled stop and he boards, the youngsters realize that their trip will include bumpy rides and stormy weather. Aunt Euterpe, a timid, wealthy widow, soon finds events spinning out of control. With Granddad and his dog leading the way around Chicago, and seven-year-old Buster following closely behind, rollicking adventures ensue. Famous firsts from the Fair are skillfully woven into this wonderful human-interest story, such as the first Ferris wheel and the introduction of hamburgers and postcards. Lillian Russell, Buffalo Bill Cody, Susan B. Anthony, and Scott Joplin are a few of the personages who make brief appearances. Occasional black-and-white photographs give readers a visual glimpse of the place and times.-Kit Vaughan, Midlothian Middle School, VA Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Child Magazine
A Child Magazine Best Book of 2001 Pick

"It was the last day of our old lives, and we didn't even know it." Thirteen-year-old Rosie Beckett's words prove true when Aunt Euterpe invites her family to the 1893 world fair in Chicago.

Kirkus Reviews
Into the quiet, routinized farm life of 14-year-old Rosie, older sister Lottie, and younger brother Buster comes a letter from Aunt Euterpe in Chicago, inviting them to the 1893 World's Fair. What ensues is a comic romp as the siblings and their scoundrelly Granddad descend on the World's Fair, going from the pavilions of the White City to the Midway (in Aunt Euterpe's words, "a sinkhole of corruption"). The story has a split personality of sorts: at the start, it shows every sign of being a coming-of-ager, with Rosie and Lottie both poised to advance into womanhood. When the party arrives in Chicago, however, the oversized character of Granddad hijacks the narrative. The plot devolves into a sitcom-the major players being the happily unrefined Granddad and Aunt Euterpe (a wannabe member of the gentry who is in perpetual mourning for her dead husband), and, of course, the World's Fair itself. When he restrains himself, Peck (A Year Down Yonder, 2000, etc.) is a master of evocative prose ("White electricity had lit the world and erased the stars . . . It was Greece and Rome again, and every column and curlicue lit by an incandescent bulb"). And if he goes over the top (both Buffalo Bill and Lillian Russell make wildly unlikely cameo appearances), he does it here with a contagious sense of exuberance. Not up to its promise, but good fun nonetheless. (Fiction. 10-14)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780142500347
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
  • Publication date: 3/24/2002
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 160
  • Sales rank: 257,615
  • Age range: 10 - 14 Years
  • Lexile: 670L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.00 (w) x 7.75 (h) x 0.48 (d)

Meet the Author

Richard Peck

Richard Peck has written more than thirty novels, and in the process has become one of the country’s most highly respected writers for children. In fact The Washington Post called him “America’s best living author for young adults.” A versatile writer, he is beloved by middle-graders as well as young adults for his historical and contemporary comedies and coming-of-age novels. He lives in New York City, and spends a great deal of time traveling around the country to speaking engagements at conferences, schools, and libraries.

Mr. Peck is the first children’s book author to have received a National Humanities Medal. He is a Newbery Medal winner (for A Year Down Yonder), a Newbery Honor winner (for A Long Way from Chicago), a two-time National Book Award finalist, and a two-time Edgar Award winner. In addition, he has won a number of major honors for the body of his work, including the Margaret A. Edwards Award, the ALAN Award, and the Medallion from the University of Southern Mississippi.

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Bright Lights and Bad Women

Evening shadows found us clustered at the dining-room table. Aunt Euterpe's huge, unexplored house hulked over us. She hadn't brought electrical wire into it because, as she said, she didn't understand how electricity worked. Blue flame flickered from the gasolier above our heads, making us all look long dead.

We hadn't changed our clothes, as we were already wearing our best. In his ice-cream suit Granddad glowed. Aunt Euterpe had unveiled herself for dinner and drooped at her place like a waxen lily. Timidly she tinkled a tarnished bell beside her plate.

The door fanned open, and in came a woman backward, bearing plates of soup-a big, husky woman in a cook's cap. She looked like she might butcher cattle on her day off. Behind her with more plates was the maid who'd let us in. What a lot of people it took to keep Aunt Euterpe going.

When the big cook skidded the soup plates under our noses, Granddad stared down through his specs. It was a mighty thin soup. You could see the roses on the bottom of the plate. Greasy too, with things floating in it. I was reminded of the Chicago River.

Granddad was not a swearing man, not in front of women and children. But Mama allowed him two oaths in the house. One was hecka-tee. The other was helaca-toot.

"Helaca-toot, Terpie!" he cried out. "What kind of excuse for soup is this? It looks like somethin' drained out of the umbrella stand."

The little maid shied. The big cook glared at Granddad and barged back to the kitchen. "Oh, Papa," Aunt Euterpe whispered.

Though he'd only sampled the soup, Granddad wrung out his moustache and waited for the next course. We all dreaded it, and with good reason. It was boiled mutton and two tough cabbage leaves. Peeping out from under the cabbage were the many eyes of a gray potato. Aunt Euterpe took up her fork in a hopeful way, but Granddad flung back in his chair.

"I'd sooner eat a pan-fried overshoe!" He folded his arms in that stubborn way he had. So did Buster. It was a worry to us how Buster learned his manners from Granddad.

The cook had been listening behind the door. Now she was back, looming over Aunt Euterpe. "Lissen, Miz Fleischacker," she thundered. "I ain't used to having my cookery bad-mouthed, especially by some old hayseed of a-"

"Yes, Mrs. O'Shay," Aunt Euterpe murmured. "It is only a misunderstanding."

The little maid peering around the door vanished when Mrs. O'Shay banged through it.

Lottie shot me a look, and I read it plain. Aunt Euterpe was afraid of her hired help.

Dessert was stewed prunes, and that did it for Granddad. He threw his napkin and pushed back his chair. "I have an idee they're eatin' better than this over at the fairgrounds."

"Papa! You can't think of going to the fair tonight." Aunt Euterpe spoke from behind a napkin pressed to her lips.

"Why not? They'd have the lights on."

"I can't ask Flanagan to bring the carriage around again." Aunt Euterpe quivered. "He wouldn't like it."

When Granddad's dander was up, his chin looked like a clenched fist. "Then how do the common people get to the fair?"

Aunt Euterpe swayed in her chair. "The Illinois Central runs cars down to the gate. But, Papa, it's getting late. You couldn't possibly take these children. Awful, rough types come out after dark. And bad…women."

Bright lights and bad women were no discouragement to Granddad. We were on our way to the fair before we knew. And Aunt Euterpe too, for fear we children would all be murdered and Mama would hold it against her.

We took our second trip by train in a single day. The Illinois Central blazed like a meteor across Chicago, flashing past the lighted windows of people who never looked up. And crowded? It was a regular cattle car. We had to stand up, cheek-by-jowl with perfect strangers, though people stepped aside from Aunt Euterpe's many black veils. Others drew back for a look at Granddad in his finery. But did any man get up to give Aunt Euterpe his seat? Not in Chicago he didn't.

We clung to leather nooses that hung from the ceiling of the car. Lottie and I kept Buster between us. We were worn to a frazzle before we were halfway there. But then we pulled into the cavern of another vast station, this one built expressly for the fair. A human tidal wave swept us through the turnstiles. Ahead of us looked like daybreak. The whole sky was on fire.

Onward we went, and how can I explain how it was to us? There was no night. White electricity had lit the world and erased the stars. Now we were standing beside a long body of water, busy with drifting gondolas. On both sides of the pond stood the great pavilions of the Columbian Exposition, the White City. It was Greece and Rome again, and every column and curlicue lit by an incandescent bulb.

On either side of us plumes of water danced in every hollyhock color. There in the square lake ahead a stone replica of a ship pretended to float. It may have been like the one Christopher Columbus sailed into the New World, sent on his way by Spanish royalty.

We couldn't take it in. We couldn't breathe. Granddad whispered, "Hecka-tee, Edison. What have you done?"

"This is the Court of Honor," Aunt Euterpe said. It shimmered all the way to a pier out into Lake Michigan. "It is one corner of the fair."

"There's more?" There couldn't be.

"Six hundred acres." She pointed out the great Halls of Machinery and Agriculture and Mines, the Hall of Music and the Casino, all of them doubled by the reflecting pool. From the roof of the Hall of Electricity the Westinghouse alternating-current searchlight swept the scene in a terrifying way.

Lottie had my hand in a grip of steel. We hadn't bargained on anything like this. We were scared, of course, but I longed to be a poet, to pin this vision to a page. It had a beauty beyond your wildest dreams, and so big, it made us mice.

It was too much world for me all at once, and I heard Lottie thinking the same. The music of a full brass band playing "The Columbian March" wavered over the summer-thunder sound of all this multitude of people. My eyes stung.

"Granddad," Buster said, "I'm hungry."

Dragging Buster, we drifted in this dream among the crowds. Like Venice, the fair was built on canals, arched with marble bridges. We walked forever beside the Manufacturers Hall. There across more water rose the great cut-glass dome of the Horticultural Building. On an island against the fiery night were the strange swooping roofs of the Japanese village. People moved around us in trances like ours, feeling the light on their faces. Ladies in gondolas trailed their hands in the bright water.

"Where can a fella get some grub?" Granddad called out to all in earshot. "I thought Chicago was a German town. Where's the schnitzel?"

Aunt Euterpe quaked.

A man who didn't know Granddad from Adam turned to say, "Well, old sport, they want an arm and a leg for eats here on the grounds. Try the Midway."

Aunt Euterpe lurched. She grabbed at both us girls.

"What's the Midway, Aunt Euterpe?" Lottie asked.

"It is a sinkhole of corruption," she murmured, low and hopeless. "I made a solemn vow to keep you children clear of it. No decent-"

"Is it where the Ferris wheel is?" Buster piped up. He was always right there when you didn't want him to hear.

"Anybody know where the Midway is?" Granddad called out. People began to point the way.

We led Aunt Euterpe, and she wasn't herself. "If only I hadn't written that letter to your mother," she was mumbling. "What a can of worms I have opened."

But Lottie gripped her elbow. "Never mind, Aunt Euterpe. If the Midway isn't for decent people, you won't see anybody you know." It looked like Lottie was taking charge. "And throw back your veils, Aunty," she said, "or you'll miss your footing on all these marble steps." Lottie was firm with her.

We found the Midway. We had two fine bridges to cross. Then past the great dome of the Illinois Building and behind the Woman's Building, the White City stopped. We left the exposition and ganged with the thickening crowds under the Illinois Central tracks. Then there it was, bellowing music and blazing in lights of every color. The Midway-the Midway Plaisance, to give its proper name.

We'd left the white marble and fine statues behind us. This was another world. Here was Hagenback's Animal Show featuring bears on bicycles. Here was the Blarney Castle in an Irish village pounding with clog dancers. The Persians were here, and the Javanese and the Congress of International Beauties. Music came from every direction until I thought my ears would drown. There were calliopes and tambourines and the beat of the cannibal drum. Up on a stage at an upright piano a young man named Scott Joplin banged out tunes you could hear with your feet.

On both sides of the Midway the world had come to strut its stuff: an ostrich farm and the Turkish Village and the Panorama of the Bernese Alps. There was an ice rink here in the depth of summer, and everything lit up like a Christmas tree.

The sweetness of taffy pulled on giant machines hung in the air. Corn on the cob boiled in giant vats. Sausage was being fried with onions, though you could tell from here the lard wasn't fresh.

Granddad parted the common people with his stick, and we clung like leeches to him. One false step, and the crowds would swallow you like Jonah's whale.

Then I looked up and staggered back. Ahead of us in the center of the Midway was the fright of my life. It was the giant wheel. We were walking straight toward it. You couldn't see to the top of the thing. It rose into the night. The creak of its struts and girders sounded in my dreams for years.

Granddad himself drew up and threw back his head. People rode the wheel in thirty-six cars. While they weren't quite as big as railroad cars, they'd hold sixty people each. To see them moving up there in the night air was beyond anything.

"They say the axle on that thing is forty-five foot across," Granddad explained. "The largest single hunk of steel ever forged." But he spoke in a hushed and strangely respectful voice.

"We ain't a-going to ride it tonight, are we?" Buster asked. Whenever he was scared, his grammar got worse.

"I thought you was hungry," said Granddad to spare him.

In front of a place called Old Vienna people ate out in the open. A waiter was settling us around a table when Aunt Euterpe leapt up like she'd sat on an anthill. "Girls, don't look!" she shrieked, reaching for our eyes.

My land, I thought. Did somebody fall off the Ferris wheel? Naturally, we looked. Just across the Midway was a vast cardboard place with minarets. It was called A Street in Cairo. A big sign offered camel rides, if you can imagine wanting to do that. It was a popular spot. Throngs were going inside.

"Papa!" Aunt Euterpe said. "We can't stay here. We must leave at once."

Granddad hunkered down in his chair. "I don't budge till I bin fed and watered." But now he too was looking over at A Street in Cairo. "Is this where that girl called Little Egypt does her dance?" he inquired.

Aunt Euterpe crumpled. A musical clatter of bells wafted across the Midway. Four women wearing veils far thinner than Aunt Euterpe's-and very little else-capered on a stage and did a dance like you never saw. They flung their hips to the four winds, and there were bells on their toes.

Aunt Euterpe was near tears, and Granddad was all eyes. "Hecka-tee," he whispered.

We had us a good supper at the Old Vienna, though Granddad warned us not to order the bratwurst. "Chicago's a meat-packin' town," he explained, "and once in a while a workin' man will fall into the grinder and come out as links of prime smoked sausage."

Lottie swallowed hard.

But we made a hearty meal out of sauerbraten, sour potato salad, and vinegared cucumbers. Over our heads the terrible wheel creaked. Across the Midway dancing girls writhed like serpents. It liked to kill Aunt Euterpe, but Lottie told her, "Aunty, they're doing Salome's dance of the seven veils. It's from the Bible. Eat your supper."

In time Aunt Euterpe licked her platter clean like she couldn't remember her last square meal. Maybe she couldn't. We all ate like thrashers, Granddad missing his mouth several times from watching the dancers.

They didn't let Little Egypt out on the stage. To see her dance, you had to pay and go inside. They charged you every time you turned around at the fair. They just about charged you to breathe. We hadn't eaten this late in our lives, and we were full to the gills when we left Old Vienna. The Midway was seven eighths of a mile long, and we'd only traversed half of it. The crowds swept us along by a big pink-lit structure called The Columbian Theater.

Buster bounced and pointed up. "Granddad! You brought Lillian!"

To our wondering eyes a big sign over the theater spelled out in electric bulbs: PRESENTING THE TOAST OF AMERICA LILLIAN RUSSELL

I didn't know what to think. It wasn't beyond Granddad to bring his horse to Chicago. He'd brought Tip. But nobody would call Granddad's old gray mare the toast of America. Aunt Euterpe snatched at Lottie and me.

Granddad stared open-mouthed up at the sign. Over the din of the crowd I could swear I heard him whisper, "My prayers is answered."

We got it sorted out. Lillian Russell-the real one-was a woman, an actress. Admiring her, Granddad had named his horse for her. It was the kind of thing he'd do.

"Papa!" Aunt Euterpe barked. "Don't think of taking these children to see that woman!" Aunt Euterpe's patience hung by a thread.

Granddad rounded on her. "Would it mark 'em for life to see the prettiest gal and the sweetest singer in the United States?"

"She paints her face!" Aunt Euterpe shot back.

"So does Buffalo Bill," Granddad answered. "Girl, they're in show business."

"Papa, she was barred from the Washington Park clubhouse by the best ladies in Chicago society!"

"They's hypocrites," Granddad spat.

"She's a fallen woman." Aunt Euterpe stumbled over her words.

"Horsefeathers," Granddad replied. "She's from Clinton, Iowa. And she can hit high C eight times in the same song."

"Papa," Aunt Euterpe reasoned hopelessly, "that woman has been married three times."

"She could marry four times if she'd have me!" The crowds around us stared at Granddad, and Lottie went beet red. "I'm goin' in to see the show," he said.

"Papa, I am taking these children home." Aunt Euterpe's patience had snapped.

"Take 'em," Granddad said, walking away already, following the crowds into The Columbian Theater.

Confused, Buster called after him, "Granddad, did you bring Lillian or not?"

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Table of Contents

An Invitation From Aunt Euterpe 1
The Curve of the Earth 10
Christmas in July 25
Faster Than a Galloping Horse 40
Flying to the Moon 49
Bright Lights and Bad Women 59
Part 1 The Worst Day in Aunt Euterpe's Life 72
Part 2 The Worst Day in Aunt Euterpe's Life 85
Part 1 The Greatest Day in Granddad's Life 98
Part 2 The Greatest Day in Granddad's Life 110
An Invitation for Aunt Euterpe 122
After the Ball 133
After the Fair: A Note from the Author 135
A Conversation with Richard Peck 140
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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2006

    The summer That Changed My Life

    '...I write to inform you and your children for a week to see the fair.... Their visinon is limited to the four walls of a one-roomed country schoolhouse.' Aunt Euturpe wrote in a letter to her sister in the spring of 1893. The childrens' mother was at first not going to let them go, as she thinks that her sister is a grumpy,grouchy,stubborn, old lady she doesn't want her kids hanging out with such a person. However, upon the kids arival they realize that she is a very nice but shy and lonely old lady. The kids really enjoy their stay with Aunt Euturpe and going to the fair. That summer was the beginning of their new lifes. Going to the fair, made them realize how much was out there, that they never would've seen without going to Chicago. I think that all people,young,old,boy,or girl would enjoy this book, because of the great themes enjoyed in this extraordinary piece written by Richard Peck. Throughout the story the reader gets the privilage of enjoying great themes,plot, and adventure. The messages being sent through this story are: family are the only people who will truly always be there for you when you need them 'look towards the sunshine and you will never see the shadows.'

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2004

    Terrible!!!

    I read Fair Weather hoping it would be as excellant as Year Down Yonder . I was wrong . Fair Weather was a boring book. I made myself read it , and usually I dont do that. Now Im reading A River Between us and its GREAT !

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2003

    Fair Weather

    Fair Weather , by Richard Peck, will be loved by readers of A Long Way From Chicago, also written by Mr. Peck. Fair Weather was published by the Penguin Group in 2001. This book takes place in 1897 near Chicago. Little Rosie Beckett lives on a farm not too far from the big city, Chicago. One day the Becketts get a letter from their Aunt Euterpe. Granddad takes mama¿s ticket and, because of bad food, Granddad forces them all to go to the one place Aunt Euterpe vowed not to let them go , the Midway. Their aunt goes with to stop them from all getting killed. This book will satisfy children of all ages

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2003

    Fair Weather

    Fair Weather,2001, is written by a fabulous author named Richard Peck, (Penguin Group, $5.99). A 1893 farmer girl named Rosie, and her family get a very surprising invitation from their feeble aunt who lives in Chicago. Aunt Euterpe invites Rosie¿s mother, her sister Lottie, her brother Buster and herself, to the World¿s Colombian Exposition. Her mother goes out and buys new clothes for everyone but herself. Her mother sends back her own train ticket but her granddad steels it. Many things happen in Chicago, like old acquaintances! I think that you will enjoy this book a lot! Readers between the ages of 10 -110 will love this hilarious, charming, and full of historical information book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2003

    The Fair Has Come!

    If you like a magical feeling from a book, Fair Weather by Richard Peck is a good book for you with a wonderful illustration by Charles Graham on the front cover, and this book is published by Puffin Books. Thirteen year old Rosie Beckett who is a very creative character has always been on the family farm no where else. So she did not have very many adventures. Aunt Euterpe, Rosie¿s mom¿s sister is not well known to Rosie¿s family. When she invites them through a letter saying to come to Chicago to see the Chicago World¿s Fair Rosie¿s mom is very hesitant on going. You will be waiting to turn the page to find out what will happen next. I was galvanized in all of the decisions that they made as a family. Will they go to the fair or is Buster just to big of a problem for Lottie, Rosie, and their mother? If they go it will be a summer Rosie will never forget. This book is an intriguing historical-fiction book for 9-12 year old children that costs $5.99.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 16, 2003

    Richard Peck Pulls Through Again!

    As a Richard peck fan, I truly enjoyed this account of the World Fair and the meaning of it at that time. Peck created a fun, sly grandfather (he reminded me of Peck's Gramma Dowell in ways). The historical acuracy and well spun charecters make for a fun read!

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    Posted April 26, 2009

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