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Junebug
     

Junebug

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by Alice Mead
 

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Some of the stuff that goes on in the Auburn Street Projects, I'm never gonna do. These projects are like some kind of never-never land, like they never got put on a regular map. Nobody comes around here on purpose. It's as if we all got lost, right in the middle of the city.

Reeve McClain, Jr. -- Junebug -- has decided to skip his birthday. Since ten

Overview

Some of the stuff that goes on in the Auburn Street Projects, I'm never gonna do. These projects are like some kind of never-never land, like they never got put on a regular map. Nobody comes around here on purpose. It's as if we all got lost, right in the middle of the city.

Reeve McClain, Jr. -- Junebug -- has decided to skip his birthday. Since ten is the age when boys in the projects are forced to join gangs or are ensnared by drug dealers, Junebug would rather remain nine. Still, he does have a birthday wish: to someday become a ship's captain and sail away. So Junebug comes up with a plan to launch a flotilla, fifty glass bottles containing notes with his wish, in the hope that someone somewhere will help to make his dream come true.

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Gisela Jernigan,
Junebug is an almost ten-year-old African American boy, living in the Auburn Street project with his loving, hard-working mother and younger sister, Tasha. As he approaches his birthday, he has both dreams and dreads. He dreams that someday he will have the chance to sail, but he dreads his tenth birthday because, at that age, the boys in his neighborhood are usually pressured to join gangs, and this is something that Junebug definitely wants to avoid. When his birthday arrives, Junebug tries to fulfill his dream by launching his collection of 50 glass bottles, each with a note inside asking for a sailing lesson. How Junebug's dream is fulfilled and how his dread is averted makes for a warmhearted and believable novel.
School Library Journal
Gr 3-6-Junebug is the story of risks taken and goals achieved by a small nuclear family struggling against a harsh environment. Nearly 10-year-old Reeve McClain, Jr. (Junebug) says, ``For my birthday wish I would like to sail a boat.'' Hardly an ordinary request for a black kid living in the projects of New Haven. Especially since the other big topics on the boy's mind are how to avoid the pressure to join a gang, the sense of abandonment once his 16-year-old friend flees town to escape a drug lord, and ways he can help make his mother's tough life a little easier. The characters are fresh and vivid: self-involved, fast-traveling Aunt Jolita; little sister, Tasha, remarkably sensitive and shy; and Mama, who finally steps off the treadmill of daily survival when her job provides a chance to move away. Junebug himself is quite clear about who he is and where he should be going. Told in the first person, the narrative is immediate and casual, the setting starkly revealed. The book is engaging and suspenseful, with enough scary characters and situations to keep most readers engrossed. The youngster, by the way, gets his wish in the end via a message placed in each of 50 bottles and set to sea. The ultimate message, however, is that change is possible when responsibility is an individual obligation. Mead's writing approaches the power of Walter Dean Myers's novels about inner-city life, but is for a younger audience.-Carolyn Noah, Central Mass. Regional Library System, Worcester, MA
From the Publisher

“Junebug is a compelling, thoughtful narrator whose wishes and determination are balanced by Jolita's absence of dreams and character. The novel is hard-hitting and unleavened by humor, but Junebug's likable personality and the upbeat note at the end will leave readers satisfied. A likely choice for school literature circles.” —Booklist

“A warm and inspiring tale...Readers will be rooting for Junebug and his dreams all the way.” —Pointer, Kirkus Reviews

“Junebug is the story of risks taken and goals achieved by a small nuclear family struggling against a harsh environment. The ultimate message, however, is that change is possible when responsibility is an individual obligation. Mead's writing approaches the power of Walter Dean Myers's novels about inner-city life, but is for a younger audience.” —School Library Journal

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781429952439
Publisher:
Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Publication date:
05/26/2009
Series:
Junebug
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
112
File size:
163 KB
Age Range:
8 - 12 Years

Read an Excerpt



Junebug

One
I've got the sail hauled in tight. Lanyard's wrapped around my wrist. That sailboat leans over and just about flies out of the water, lifting high like a bird's wing. Foam and bubbles hiss past until there's a long, snaky trail behind us. I set sail for the West Indies, wherever they may be.
I don't really, though. Don't set sail for anywhere. Truth is, I'm just sitting in my seat, leaning my head against the wall of my fourth-grade class at the Auburn Street School, by the windows. That lanyard is the cord from the venetian blinds. It's Monday afternoon and I'm waiting for the three o'clock bell to ring so I can go get my little sister, Tasha, and head on home.
We're supposed to be finishing up a paragraph to hand in to Miss Jenkins, but I can't even get started. The only thing on my paper is my name and the title, "My Wish." Then nothing but thin blue lines.
I grab onto the cord one more time and look out the window. The wood along the classroom windowsills is old and yellow, and it has wavy black streaks underneath the shiny surface. I run my fingers along it. The windowsill's got lots of varnish on it, just the way sailboats have varnish on them, so the water won't rot the wood.
See? I know all about sailboats from those magazines Mrs. Swanson brings in to the project library. They come from a dentist's office. She's got so many she said I could keep some of them. Now they're under my bed in a big stack right next to my bottle collection.
Thinking about those bottles reminds me that I do have a wish. A birthday wish. And I'm going to put my wish on tiny pieces of paper, shove them into the bottles, and float them out to sea.
But my birthday wish is a secret. I'm hoping and hoping that it will come true. Until it does, I won't tell anyone about it. Especially Robert. He might make fun of me, so I'm not going to say one word.
I wrap the cord around my wrist. The wind's picking up. The seagulls are screaming overhead and the waves are going slap, slap, slap against the hull. Captain McClain yells to his crew. Shove over on the tiller and head into the wind! We're coming about!
The sails flap and crackle. I duck my head as the boom goes by.
"Junior!" says Miss Jenkins sharply.
"Huh?" I say.
Miss Jenkins's voice breaks through the sound of the gulls. She interrupts my journey. She's standing at the front of my row and it looks as if she just made some kind of announcement. Uh-oh. All the kids in my row are turning around, staring at me. But my buddy Robert, who sits in front of me, he's laughing, so I guess I'm not in real trouble.
"I said," repeats Miss Jenkins, "that anyone who didn't finish his paragraph should do it for homework."
"Oh. Okay."
I sure didn't finish mine, so I fold it up into a tight little square and shove it into my pocket. When the bell rings, everybody scrapes his chair back and heads on out, yelling goodbye to Miss Jenkins.
"Junebug," Robert says, out at the coathooks. "You gotta go get Tasha?"
Everybody except Mama and the teachers calls me Junebug, but my real name is Reeve McClain, Jr. Captain McClain to my crew, but they're invisible.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Oh, man." Robert shakes his head as if I just broke his heart. "Can't you leave her home?"
"Nope."
"Come on with me and Trevor downtown."
"Can't."
"Hey," Robert says. "Guess what I wrote about? I wrote about me being on the Knicks. Point guard.I get down low. Dribble in under the basket when no one's looking. Sneak a shot. Score!"
"Oh, yeah?" I say back. "How come no one's looking? How come no one stuffed you?"
"Because I made it up just the way I wanted it."
I have to laugh.
"You make me mad, Junebug," Robert says. "How are you ever gonna get good at basketball if you don't practice with us down at the Boys' Club? How are you gonna impress the talent scouts when they start coming around?"
"I'm not. I'm not gonna play for no NBA. They can't afford me, anyhow."
Now Robert has to laugh. The crowd has thinned out. We get our jackets on and head down the stairs.
"Yeah? Well, you gotta be on the NBA if you want to be in a sneaker commercial," he says. "You know that one where King Kong walks through the city?"
He puts his arms out stiff and walks like King Kong down the stairs. I shake my head. He's one sorry case. Robert watches too much TV.
"Why can't your Aunt Jolita mind Tasha after school? I thought you told me that she'd babysit when she moved in with you all."
"I don't know," I say, shrugging as if I don't care. I don't want to talk about Aunt Jolita. "She's never around."
"Yeah? Well, you better quit hanging around five-year-olds. This is your last chance, Junebug," Robertcalls out, running toward the front door to meet Trevor. "Are you coming or not?"
"Nah," I say. "See you."
Every day, Trevor comes over from the sixth-grade portable classrooms. He's waiting by the door for Robert. When he sees me, he shakes his head with disgust. I don't care. I don't like Trevor, anyway. Trevor's eleven, and he hangs out with some older guys at night. But I don't want to think about that.
I don't want to think about my birthday, either. It's coming in two weeks. May 18. And then I'll be ten. And that's when kids like Trevor start asking you if you want to go with them and maybe run some errands, earn some money. Somebody told me Trevor bought himself a gun. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn't. I don't know. Thinking about the gun, I feel sick to my stomach right there on the staircase to the kindergarten rooms.
"Don't think about it," I tell myself. "Don't." I shove the sick feeling away.
Some of the stuff that goes on in the Auburn Street projects, I'm never gonna do. These projects are like some kind of never-never land, like they never got put on a regular map. Nobody comes around here on purpose. It's as if we all got lost, right in the middle of the city.
The only person who comes to the projects by herself is that reading teacher, Miss Robinson. She comes after school to the room where Mrs. Swansonhas a little library set up. That's where Tasha and I go after school sometimes.
I take a big breath. Then I run down the rest of the stairs.
All the kindergarten classes are down in the basement next to the rickety old bathrooms. Little kids have to go a lot, I guess, and the teachers don't want to have to be running all over the school looking for them.
There's Tasha, sitting in her cubby, waiting. I know she won't leave without me. She's got a round face just like mine; we're like two moons shining up in the sky. She sits there waiting, her lips pushed together and her brown eyes wide and still.
Some of the Puerto Rican families are still here. Sometimes a whole family comes to pick up one kid. Their mamas kneel down and shove those little kids' arms up their sleeves--poke, poke. Puerto Rican kids act all bendy and loose, like they're made out of Play-Doh instead of bones, getting all shoved and zipped, first one way and then the other. Their mamas kneel down and talk Spanish right up in their faces--fast, fast, fast. Spanish words come out like lightning. Makes me sound slow as a turtle. Then out they go. The mamas hold their hands, and the little kids kind of lean off to one side.
Tasha puts on her yellow windbreaker, slow and quiet. I reach up into her cubby and pull out her papers.
"These yours?" I ask.
She nods.
I glance down at them before I shove them into my pocket. No stickers today. Tasha doesn't usually get stickers, because she doesn't usually finish her work. I didn't finish my work today, either, but I have to as soon as I get home. Mama counts on me doing well in school, and I can't stand to disappoint her. How many times has my mama hugged me and Tasha and said to us, "You two are all I've got"?
"Come on, Tasha. Let's go."
She starts off up the stairs. She doesn't say a word. She can talk. She just doesn't.
JUNEBUG. Copyright © 1995 by Alice Mead. All rights reserved. Printed in July 2010 in the United States of America by R. R. Donnelley & Sons Company, Harrisonburg, Virginia. For information, address Square Fish, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, NY 10010.

Meet the Author

Alice Mead is the author of many highly acclaimed novels, including Adem's Cross, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, and two other books featuring Junebug. The first two Junebug books were both NCSS-CBC Notable Trade Books in the Field of Social Studies. She lives in Maine.


A children's writer has the unusual task of developing a unique voice coupled with evoking the so-called magic of childhood. But is childhood truly a magical kingdom?

I do know that childhood is a time so deeply and purely felt that adulthood can rarely match it. It is a time of great heroism, dashed hopes, leaps of joy, steadfast friendships, explosive frustration, utter hilarity, the shame of betrayal. Certain smells, certain words elicit powerful memories of childhood. For me, the smell of boiled brussels sprouts even now makes me feel utter revulsion. The smell of ethyl alcohol and the words "tetanus booster"cause sheer terror. The clap of an old, dusty book snapped shut and the words "hidden staircase" fill me with wonder. Where? Where? Tell me! How could I not write about childhood?

When I was seven and eight, my family lived in postwar England, in an industrial Yorkshire city that still showed the devastation of World War II and the Nazi bombings. This left a lasting impression on me. The journey there, by ocean liner across the Atlantic, and my later poking about deserted misty castles and the dank Yorkshire moors, and smelling pungent coal fires, all created an unusual and not always pleasant adventure filled with questions. Was Robin Hood real? Was that truly King Arthur's castle? And had I really snapped a photo of the Loch Ness monster? The long, snaky streak still shows plainly in my faded photo.

Back in the United States, I grew up during the Cold War, at the height of the nuclear arms race. I studied Russian for six years, or tried to, endlessly curious about the countries behind the Iron Curtain. And when I was eighteen, there was the Vietnam War. There were antiwar protests, Woodstock, flower children. I went to a Quaker college. I wanted to major in art, but there was no art department, so I majored in English. I started attending Quaker meetings.

One summer, when I was twenty, I worked as an art counselor at a Fresh Air camp for inner-city kids. Watching their sheer delight in using paint and clay, I was hooked. I became an art teacher. I felt privileged to be with kids, to make my classroom a safe place where they could explore their own creativity.

In the meantime, I married and had two sons, both of whom are now in college. One is studying economics and one physics. My husband and I have two dogs, and used to have the occasional rabbit, chameleon, hamster, and goldfish as visitors.

My life was going along smoothly until I was forced to leave teaching because of a chronic illness. I had to rest a lot. That gave me time to work harder on my writing. I began writing a storybook about nature called "Tales of the Maine Woods." Although editors seemed to like the stories, they weren't willing to publish them. Eventually I gave the stories a grandmother, and then I gave the grandmother a granddaughter named Rayanne. Two of those original tales are part of my first book, Crossing the Starlight Bridge.

For two years I watched the war in Bosnia, formerly part of Yugoslavia. In another part of this region, one million Albanian children are among the brutally oppressed. Even under these harsh conditions, they struggle to live in peace and dignity. The family bonds in their culture are extraordinary. I wrote about these children in Adem's Cross. Each day for the past four years, I have worked to help them, and all Balkan people, regain their freedom and human rights.

Recently, other Quaker values besides non-violence became more meaningful to me. These are simplicity and self-reflection. My husband and I moved to a small house near a cliff overlooking the islands in Casco Bay, Maine. I have a flower garden that my dogs like to dig up. When I am stuck writing a story, I can go and sit on the rocks and watch the water for a while, something I have enjoyed doing through my whole life.

Alice Mead was born in 1952 and attended Bryn Mawr College. She received a master's degree in education, and later a B.S. in art education. She founded two preschools for mainstreaming handicapped preschoolers, and taught art at the junior-high-school level for a number of years. She played the flute and piccolo for twenty-eight years, and now she paints, and enjoys gardening and writing--especially about a little boy named Junebug.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Junebug Book Review Junebug by Alice Mead is the story of Junebug and his little sister, Tasha who are growing up in the projects where a lot of trouble happens, like drug dealers and people fighting. In this book, Junebug doesn¿t want to turn ten because that¿s when the drug dealers make the ten year old boys do dirty work for them. He wishes that he can be a captain on a boat, so he could sail far away from the projects. Also, he wants to skip his 10th birthday. I liked reading Junebug because I wanted to know what Junebug was going to do next. The whole story to me is like New Haven because you see drug dealers and people fighting or arguing in my neighborhood. This story made me think about how life really is. I understand why Junebug doesn¿t want to turn ten because he¿s is a good kid and he doesn¿t get into any trouble. When he turns ten why would he want to get in trouble now? If you want to read about some violence, to see if Junebug skips his birthday, and if Junebug¿s dream comes true to sail away from the projects, READ Junebug by Alice Mead!
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book was really good.I read this book to my little sister who is in the 4th grade, and she and i loved this book!i would surely reccommend this book to all ages!!!!!!!!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im in fifth grade and my friend just left so i was pretty bummed out but then when i finally stopped crying i got on here and looked for books and found and read this book. Amazing book. By the sunset she called and nowbwe talk every day twenty four seven eeven in the shower
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is not a good read. The writing itself does not flow. There's entirely too much sterotyping in the book. I fell to see the inspiration. My fourth grader (Africian American) who was forced by his teacher (white) to read this a book asked why they drank so much Kool-Aid, was kool-aid all they had to drink; why didn't the aunt get a job; why did she hang out with that man; how did his friends get a gun when he was so young; why did all those mexicans have to come for one boy. These questions clouded the fact that "Junebug" (racial in itself) had dreams for himself and family.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Hi, my name is Destiny Simmons.I'm from Himount Community School.Mrs.Brennan is my teacher .In her class we read Junebug.It was a very good story.To me at the end of the story I was very disappointed.Because i really enjoyed that book.Will i know you guys are wondering who is junebug .Junebug is one of the characters in the story.He was ten years old.He had a little sisiter and he lived with his mother.Junebug had his dream to become an sailor when he grow up.He collected many bottles when he grew and got older.As he began to grow his aunt Jolita came to move with them.She was very mean.Aunt Jolita liked to hog the televison.She dressed naughtier than she had acted.When time became older junebug began to collect more bottles and headed to throw them into the ocean.To me Junebug was very interested into collecting bottles.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i think junebug is a great inspirational book.It made me want to be this boys friend or be part of his life.he is such a young boy,yet he has so many obstacles in his life.it is a great book for kids of all ages.i loved this book and i hope u will to.