Lucky Breaks (Lucky Trimble Series #2)by Susan Patron, Matt Phelan (Illustrator)
Things are fairly normal in Hard Pan, population forty-three. But to Lucky, fairly normal means fairly boring, and she’s restless. Just in the nick of time, she meets a potential new best friend named Paloma, who happens to be visiting Hard Pan with her uncle, a geologist. And before she knows it, Lucky gets stuck in a well, meets up with a wild burro,
Things are fairly normal in Hard Pan, population forty-three. But to Lucky, fairly normal means fairly boring, and she’s restless. Just in the nick of time, she meets a potential new best friend named Paloma, who happens to be visiting Hard Pan with her uncle, a geologist. And before she knows it, Lucky gets stuck in a well, meets up with a wild burro, discards something she didn’t know was precious, does something unexpectedly cruel, and learns a couple of the secrets of the universe.
Riding the same wave of warmth and quirkiness that distinguished Patron's Newbery-winning The Higher Power of Lucky , this sequel continues the musings of Lucky Tipton as she looks for adventure and a best girl friend. Settled in a routine with her "adopted" French mother, Brigitte, almost-11-year-old Lucky has become bored with her tiny desert town of Hard Pan, Calif., but when a group of geologists which includes a girl Lucky's age visits Brigitte's café, things start to look up. Lucky instantly bonds with Paloma, her new "Pal," not worrying about the effects on her buddies: Lincoln, the knot-tying wiz, and Miles, the five-year-old genius. A mild drama involving an abandoned well plus a mysterious package delivered to the town hippie play a role in helping Lucky make room in her heart for all her true friends and begin to understand her absentee father. Lucky's occasional bratty behavior can be maddening, but her recognition of her mistakes and her efforts to rectify them are endearing. Although Patron breaks no new ground, she skillfully balances sentimentality and humor, allowing her characters to shine once more in their own idiosyncratic ways. B&w illus. not seen by PW . Ages 8-12. (Mar.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
Lucky is back. In this sequel to The Higher Power of Lucky (S & S, 2006), Milo, Lincoln, Brigitte, Short Sammy, and HMS Beagle are all present and accounted for, hewing to their idiosyncratic ways and weaving in the psychological safety that makes Lucky's world a charmer of a place. The girl settles in with Brigitte, her foster mother, and enjoys her home and friends. She discovers the fun of a best friend who shares her gender as she instantly bonds with a girl accompanying the "ologists" who've come to Brigitte's Hard Pan Café. However, Lucky is not a child who is ever going to proceed calmly and sedately through life. From the minute she meets Paloma, whose parents are overly concerned for her safety in the desert, it is almost inevitable that Lucky will think up an escapade that will bring them into real danger. Unusual metaphors, vivid language, felicitous writing, and the sense of hearing from a realistic, albeit unique child are the strengths that continue in this sequel that is as tightly plotted as the first book.-Carol A. Edwards, Denver Public Library
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1. a broken brooch
Eleven, Lucky thought from her seat at the back of the school bus, eleven, eleven, eleven, and the idea of it, the sound of it, threw off sparks in her head. You start with one, two, three: those clunky one-syllable beginner-ages like wooden blocks that toddlers play with. Keep going and you get to eight, nine, ten: the plodding steps you have to climb until, at last, you arrive. Finally, finally, you reach the best age, the one that, when you say it out loud, sounds like a little tap dance or a drumroll.
And now Lucky was almost there, about to turn eleven, a dazzling change. Not the thud of ten, but flouncy e-lev-en, with its sophisticated three syllables. Write it as numerals and you have a pair of ones, side by side; a fearless two-part beginning, the door to becoming a teenager. She pictured 11 as a swinging double door, a saloon door in an old Western; you push the sides open, bam, with both hands and stride through before they flap shut again, your childhood behind you. And her secret 11: the two straps of Lucky's brand-new bra, her first.
As the whole miraculousness of eleven sparked in Lucky's brain, the big bus with its three passengers in the very back seat jolted along the highway toward Sierra City; it was the last day of the first week of school. Lincoln, smelling of pencil lead, frowned over a complicated, much-creased diagram; it looked like the pattern for an intricate weaving of some kind and was accompanied by numbers and letters of different colors. Lincoln didn't seem to have changed when he turned eleven half a year ago; he still tied knots, always practicing and learning new ones. Miles, by the window, clutched a bubble-wrapped object in his small, grimy hands.
"Lucky," Miles said, leaning forward to peer around Lincoln's diagram, "look at my show-and-tell. It's a wing!"
Lincoln raised his paper without taking his eyes off it, allowing Lucky to reach across for the object. But Miles jerked back. "Nobody can touch it," he said, "because it's from the Found Object Wind Chime Museum, and Short Sammy said I should borrow it because my only other show-and-tell was a piece of vacuum hose, but I had to promise no one would touch it, even Miss B."
"Well, I can't really see it, Miles. You've got it all covered up with bubble wrap."
"Yeah, so I'll do the 'tell' part now and the 'show' part when the bus stops, and you can look close but you still can't touch it."
Lucky knew that Miles took his responsibilities very seriously, for a five-going-on-six-year-old. "Okay," she agreed.
"Okay," Miles echoed happily, settling back into his seat, cradling his object.
After a minute, Lincoln folded his diagram and said, "So what is the 'tell' part? What did you mean, that it's a wing?"
"Oh, yeah," Miles said. "It's part of a brooch that got shot in half by a miner called Burro Bob about a hundred years ago. You probably don't know what a brooch is. It's a pin."
"A pin?" Lucky asked.
"Yeah, like jewelry. Ladies wear them on their" Miles's cheeks suddenly turned deep red "here." He pointed a dirty-looking finger at his chest. "So this woman, her name was Paloma, got killed by a bullet right in her heart. She got fought over by two miners, Burro Bob and his partner, Frank the Fuse. Anyway, her name means 'dove' in Spanish, and that's why Burro Bob made the pin in the shape of a dove. He made it out of garnets and quartz and some other thing, I think amnesia, all from mines around Hard Pan."
One corner of Lincoln's mouth twitched at the word "amnesia," a tiny smile Lucky knew was meant for her, but not Miles, to see.
"And Bob and his burro were digging this well for water, only they never found any. But Frank tried to take Paloma for himself, so Bob plugged him" Miles formed his hand as if it were a gun, aimed at the front of the bus, pulled the trigger, made the sound of a gunshot, and fell back in his seat from the recoil "but somehow the bullet got Paloma instead." Miles jumped up to enact the part of the wounded Paloma, making agonized death sounds while clutching his chest to stop the bleeding.
"Get back in your seat, Miles!" Sandi the bus driver shouted from the front.
Miles slid onto his seat, still dying. "I am in my seat!" he shouted back.
"So," said Lucky, "she died?"
"Yeah. The bullet went right through the brooch and got her in the heart. It broke the pin in two. Sammy says the piece they found" Miles held up the wrapped object "is the wing of the dove, and the rest of the brooch is at the bottom of the well, which was what's it called when they give up and quit working, like at a mine, and close it?"
"Abandoned," Lincoln said. "Or condemned."
"Yeah, abandoned." Miles carefully slid the bubble-wrap-covered pin into an empty plastic Band-Aid box, snapping the lid shut. "Burro Bob and Frank the Fuse disappeared and never got caught, but Short Sammy says lots of people have tried to find the rest of the dove brooch, its head and stuff, by climbing down into the old well."
"Abandoned or condemned," Lucky repeated softly, thinking how sad those words sounded, how lonely. They could be words about wells, and they could also be words about people.
"They should seal up those old wells," Lincoln said, gazing out the window. "They're dangerous." His mother had named him Lincoln Clinton Carter Kennedy because she wanted him to grow up to be the president of the United States. Lucky noticed that he often looked and sounded like a future president, grave and serious and diplomatic. She remembered when they were only seven and she teased him to make him chase her, then tripped and fell smack on her chin. The bright red gush of her own blood on the ground scared her. Lincoln had yanked off his T-shirt and pressed it hard against her chin. "Stay put and keep pressing," he'd said before going for help, already talking in that presidential way. And Lucky ended up with a little three-stitch scar on the underside of her chin, a scar like a tiny upside-down L.
Miles looked at them. "Anyway," he said. "There's bloody murder and no kissing, so it's a good show-and-tell story."
When they got off the bus, they piled their backpacks on a bench and Miles opened his Band-Aid box, slid the bubble wrap out, and very carefully unrolled it. Lucky, more interested in the museum's bugs and birds, had never noticed the little piece of jewelry. She bent over the mosaic of gems, bordered by a band of silver in a wing shape, intricate and beautiful.
"Wow," Lucky said as Miles rewrapped the pin and put it back into the box. "I wish we could see the rest of the brooch. Imagine the glory if we found it ourselves."
Lincoln frowned. "Don't even think about it," he said.
"Yeah," Miles said, the worry about the dangerousness of abandoned wells on his face. "Forget about it, Lucky."
But Lucky was considering how, when you're eleven, you're interested in love and murder, blood and glory and kissing, things that are precious and fragile, things that are abandoned or condemned. Because eleven is much more intrepid than only ten.
Text copyright © 2009 by Susan Patron
Meet the Author
Susan Patron specialized in Children's Services for 35 years at the Los Angeles Public Library before retiring in 2007, the same year her novel The Higher Power of Lucky was awarded the John Newbery Medal. As the library's Juvenile Materials Collection Development Manager, she trained and mentored children's librarians in 72 branches. Patron has served on many book award committees, including the Caldecott and Laura Ingalls Wilder Committees of the American Library Association. She is currently a member of the Advisory Board of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators.
Patron's previous books for children include the Billy Que trilogy of picture books; Dark Cloud Strong Breeze; and a chapter book, Maybe Yes, Maybe No, Maybe Maybe. All earned starred reviews, and the latter was named an ALA Notable book. The Higher Power of Luck will be translated into twelve foreign languages and has been optioned for a motion picture. Married to a rare book restorer from the Champagne region of France, Susan is working on the final book in the "Lucky" trilogy.
Matt Phelan's black-and-white illustrations first appeared in The Seven Wonders of Sassafras Springs by Betty G. Birney. His picture books include The New Girl...and Me and Two of a Kind, both written by Jacqui Robbins. Matt lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
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LUCKY BREAKS is the second book in Susan Patron's THE HIGHER POWER OF LUCKY trilogy. It continues the story of Lucky, who lives in the middle of the desert in a tiny town called Hard Pan. Lucky is about to turn eleven, and she can hardly wait. She is sure that being eleven will cause her life to be much more exciting than being ten. After all, being eleven is at "the door of becoming a teenager." Not a whole lot has changed in Lucky's life. She still lives with Brigitte, her French adopted mother. She helps run the Hard Pan Cafe, which is open on Saturdays, Sundays, and holidays. Business is good, and Lucky is proud that Brigitte has made it such a success. When she's not helping at the Cafe or busy at school, Lucky spends time with her two good friends, Lincoln and Miles. Lincoln, also eleven, is a world-class knot tier determined to win a knot competition that could earn him a chance to live and study in Europe for a year. Miles is about to turn six. He has been tested at school and told he has a genius IQ. With the help of Lucky and Lincoln, he is studying to be a brain surgeon. Together they make an interesting and unforgettable trio. Not much changes in Hard Pan, but one day Lucky meets a new friend. One of the guests at the Cafe is another eleven-year-old named Paloma. She turns up with her uncle, a geologist, and becomes fast friends with Lucky. Lucky can't believe what she has been missing. Having a girl as a best friend is much more satisfying than hanging around with two boys. Lucky continues to think of herself as self-sufficient and independent, but being so enthusiastic and adventurous almost turns out to be Lucky's downfall. She and Paloma venture into the desert on a mission that almost ends in tragedy. Her experience teaches her lessons about respecting danger and preserving friendships. Author Susan Patron won the 2007 John Newbery Medal for THE HIGHER POWER OF LUCKY, and this second book is surely medal-quality, as well. She keeps Lucky true to her original character and adds just the right combination of adventure and new intrigue to keep readers waiting anxiously for the final episode. I applaud Lucky's freshness and purity, and Patron's determination to include plot elements previously attacked by critics.
The first book was really good and this one was even better!!! I give it a check+++
Lucky returns after her success in The Higher Power of Lucky, with her most appealing character traits. Her life in Hard Pan, CA, a miniscule settlement in the Mojave Desert, proves to be a rich and enjoyable locale for taking in her almost-eleven-year-old mind-set. She chooses Darwin as a role model, and sets about being intrepid without always being appropriately thoughtful about where this pursuit might lead. Her two local friends, contemporary knot-tyer Lincoln and gifted five year Miles are dear but hardly ideal friends in her mind. Hungering for a girlfriend, her wish is serendipitously granted with the arrival of Paloma with her uncle and other desert-studying scientists. The results of this meeting in Lucky’s acting mother’s diner, leads to further events, beginning with acting mother Brigitte’s need to persuade Paloma’s parents that it is safe for her in the desert. Lucky’s birthday is coming soon, and since Miles’ is the next day, a major birthday bash is in the planning. Go find out what happens with Lucky, Paloma, Lincoln and Miles. Enjoyable tidbits include Lucky’s quirky personality (curiosity glands????), Brigitte’s growing into motherhood and being an American, and the characters and their lives and living situations in that remote desert outpost. It’s worth recommending to a reader of Lucky’s age.
Great book that is i love the book. Now its not the book it self that is good. Nope. Everything in that book is good. Books yay
i havent read it yet but i bet its very interesting
Why they felt the need to return to a depressing site, I will never know. The first book was bad ... this one is plain awful.