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Margaret Rose Kane, Connor Kane's older half-sister in Silent to the Bone, tells the story of the summer she was twelve. Her story begins at Camp Talequa, where her behavior has been downgraded from uncooperative to incorrigible. It's true that when she's asked to take a nature walk or go tubing on the lake, Margaret says, "I prefer not to." But it's equally true that her cabin mates are making her life miserable. By making her the butt of their cruel pranks, by giving her a nasty nickname, by joining in a mean ...
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Margaret Rose Kane, Connor Kane's older half-sister in Silent to the Bone, tells the story of the summer she was twelve. Her story begins at Camp Talequa, where her behavior has been downgraded from uncooperative to incorrigible. It's true that when she's asked to take a nature walk or go tubing on the lake, Margaret says, "I prefer not to." But it's equally true that her cabin mates are making her life miserable. By making her the butt of their cruel pranks, by giving her a nasty nickname, by joining in a mean conspiracy, they have mounted an assault on her integrity. Fortunately, before they can destroy her, she's rescued by her great-uncles, Alexander and Morris Rose.

It's not until Margaret is security returned to the safe haven of their home at 19 Schuyler Place that she learns that her uncles, too, are in need of rescue. For the last forty-five years, the Uncles have been building three giant towers from scrap metal and shards of glass and porcelain in their backyard. But now, bowing to pressures from some powerful homeowners, the towers have been declared a blight on the neighborhood. Even worse, the city council has voted to have them destroyed. Margaret Rose is outraged. She knows the towers for what they truly are: irreplaceable works of art. To Margaret, the towers sing. They sing of the joy of making something big and beautiful out of bits and pieces, of integrity, and perhaps most important of all, they sing of history. And Margaret Rose is determined to make sure they always will.

From the incomparable E. L. Konigsburg comes a rousing story about art, history, and the fierce preservation of individuality.

Upon leaving an oppressive summer camp, twelve-year-old Margaret Rose Kane spearheads a campaign to preserve three unique towers her great-uncles have been building in their backyard for more than forty years.

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The Barnes & Noble Review
In this can't-miss follow-up to E. L. Konigsburg's Silent to the Bone, the Newbery Medal–winning author focuses her attention on the history of Margaret Rose Kane, Connor's half sister, taking readers back to 1983 and Margaret's surefooted effort to keep her uncles' towers from being destroyed.

In the same gentle but powerful tone that resonates through all of her work, Konigsburg begins her novel with Uncle Alex retrieving Margaret from Camp Talequa, where she's had a less-than-pleasurable experience with the cliquish girls in the Meadowlark cabin. After Margaret and Uncle Alex are driven home by the camp director's son -- whom she soon befriends as a fellow fan of the towers -- they and Uncle Morris become embroiled in a fight to rescue the towers from nasty neighbors worried about property values. Thankfully, old neighborhood friends now in powerful and useful positions are willing to help, and when the Meadowlark girls get called up for activist duty, the towers are rescued by being given a practical use that reflects the change in the times.

Delving into the psychology of a neighborhood, old ways versus modernization, and culture's beneficial effect on society, Konigsburg's Outcasts hits an even stronger note than Silent to the Bone. The author weaves together plot strands that leave your sense of justice satisfied at the end, while her main character, Margaret, is a determined girl who makes you root for her all the way. Thoughtful and riveting. Shana Taylor

The Washington Post
There are a handful of authors writing for pre- and early-teen readers whose books are so quirkily original, so airily intelligent, that a single paragraph can make a jaded reviewer's spirits rise. They include Betsy Byars, Polly Horvath, Richard Peck, Daniel Pinkwater, Britain's William Mayne and, of course, E.L. Konigsburg, who won the Newbery medal in 1968 for From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler and again 29 years later for The View From Saturday. Konigsburg's latest could make her a triple winner. — Elizabeth Ward
USAToday
Rarely have the horrors of girls' camp been so delectably delineated: the treacly sweet control freak of a camp director, the endless group activities, the vileness of a gang of bullying queen bees and alpha girls. Not to mention their followers, who have moral backbones made of marshmallow … Outcasts is a beautifully written, witty tale with subtle, sometimes sardonic and bittersweet elements. — Deirdre Donahue
From The Critics
Two-time Newbery medalist Konigsburg spins a riveting tale with endearing characters. Margaret Rose, freshly sprung from summer camp, spends the remainder of the season with her riotously funny senior-citizen uncles. But when their gentrified neighborhood demands that they tear down their, well, unusual, yard art made of scrap metal, Margaret springs into action. (Ages 8 to 12)
Child magazine's Best Children's Book Awards 2004
Publishers Weekly
Margaret, who played a supporting role in Silent to the Bone, here helps her uncles save their prized towers. In our Best Books citation, PW wrote, "The author once again ably demonstrates how one young person can make a difference." Ages 10-up. (Jan.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
VOYA
At Camp Talequa, twelve-year-old Margaret Rose Kane, first encountered as an adult in Silent to the Bone (Atheneum/S & S, 2000/VOYA December 2000), is an outcast. Dumped by her parents while they travel in Peru, she refuses to follow rules or to participate in camp activities. Her habit of quoting Melville's Bartleby—"I prefer not to"—infuriates her snooty cabin mates as well as the camp director. Rescued by her doting great-uncles, Alexander and Morris Rose, Margaret settles in at 19 Schuyler Place, and plans to spend the summer being wonderfully indulged in her favorite place. Instead she finds that her adored great-uncles are neighborhood outcasts because of the Towers. These delightfully curmudgeonly great-uncles have spent the past forty-five years constructing three huge towers of scrap metal, glass, and porcelain shards in their small garden. Their neighbors have declared the towers to be a blight on the landscape, and the city council has ordered that they be destroyed. Margaret now has a cause worthy of her talent. With the help of a few eccentric adults, the campaign to save the towers begins. An incomparable author takes a wise and witty look at some large issues such as bureaucratic tyranny, the nature of art, and the freedom of the individual. Readers will cheer Margaret's efforts to save the towers, because even those without credit cards and driver's licenses can "change future history." Konigsburg creates a novel that is astonishing in conception and flawless in execution, a glorious mix of slapstick and heartbreak that will remain in the reader's mind and heart. VOYA Codes 5Q 3P M J (Hard to imagine it being any better written; Will appeal with pushing; MiddleSchool, defined as grades 6 to 8; Junior High, defined as grades 7 to 9). 2004, Simon & Schuster, 304p., Ages 11 to 15.
—Jamie S. Hansen
Children's Literature
Her parents have gone to Peru for the summer, and twelve-year-old Margaret Rose Kane is miserable at Camp Talequa. The camp's counselors and nurse have come to call her "incorrigible," which is even worse than their initial assessment of "uncooperative." The girls in her cabin have banded together to bend Margaret Rose to their will through an assortment of cruel jokes and pranks. All of this has only served to strengthen Margaret's resolve not to back down. Into this stand-off comes Uncle Alexander! He has come to collect the girl and bring her back to 19 Schuyler Place, the home he shares with Uncle Morris. To Margaret, this only makes sense. She loves her eccentric Hungarian great-uncles dearly, and staying with them had been one of her top choices for how to spend the summer in the first place. Quickly, though, she learns just why she had not been brought to 19 Schuyler Place sooner. For more than forty years, the uncles have been constructing three towers in their backyard out of scrap metal, bits of glass, and porcelain. Now, the towers have been declared a "blight" on the community, and city council has vowed to have them removed. The uncles didn't want Margaret Rose to see the towers torn down. Margaret doesn't want to see that, either. And so she sets about saving them. Award-winning author E. L. Konigsburg is in top form in this compelling story about identity, self-expression, and, ultimately, survival. Readers familiar with her Silent to the Bone will welcome the return of Margaret Rose Kane to the printed page, and those just coming to Konigsburg's work will surely find themselves looking for more! 2004, Atheneum, Ages 10 to 14.
—Heidi Hauser Green
School Library Journal
Gr 6-9-In Silent to the Bone (Atheneum, 2000), a grown-up Margaret Rose Kane helps her half brother, Connor, solve the mystery of why his best friend can't speak. Outcasts is her remembrance of her 12th summer. Pitched into camp by her parents while they travel in Peru, she is tormented by cliquish cabin mates and adopts a passive-aggressive stance that infuriates the overly rigid and money-grasping camp director. Rescued by her beloved elderly uncles and taken to their home, Margaret is appalled to discover that the city has ordered the soaring, artistic towers they have created in the backyard to be taken down because they don't adhere to the strictures of the now-historic district. Stung by the idea that real history and a work of art could be destroyed by profit-seeking interest groups manipulating governmental regulations, Margaret swings into action to fight an even larger tyranny than the one she had encountered at camp. Delicious irony permeates the story, with Margaret citing words from idealistic documents and then relating the reality. The plot is well paced and has excellent foreshadowing. Konigsburg's characters are particularly well motivated, from the camp director who gives herself airs to hide well-earned insecurities to her seemingly mentally challenged son who is actually an intellectual as well as an artist. Most wonderfully rendered through dialogue are the Hungarian-American Jewish uncles, crotchety with age, but full of love and life and a sure understanding of what it means to be an individual American. Funny and thought-provoking by turns, this is Konigsburg at her masterful best.-Cindy Darling Codell, Clark Middle School, Winchester, KY Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Master novelist Konigsburg hones her sense of irony to a razor edge in this exploration of the backstory behind one of Silent to the Bone's secondary characters: Connor's older half-sister Margaret. Margaret, 12, has just been rescued from her authoritarian summer camp by her eccentric great-uncles. She is delighted to leave the tender offices of her vicious bunk-mates and the camp director's insistence on lockstep enjoyment of all camp activities; she is monumentally alarmed to discover that her beloved uncles' backyard Tower Garden, a fantasy of steel and glass, is slated for demolition, a victim of historical zoning. Determined to save the towers, Margaret begins a campaign informed by civil disobedience (in which camp has made her proficient: "I prefer not to," says she) and civic involvement. This story condescends not one whit to its audience, passionately confronting readers with the critical importance of history, art, beauty, community, love, and, above all, the necessity to invest oneself in meaningful action. This it does with every word in place, occasionally indulging in dizzying linguistic riffs, always conscious of the ironies inherent in the acts of living and growing up. (Fiction. 10+)
From the Publisher
"[One of] Spring's Best Kid's Books."

People magazine

"A thing of strange beauty."

New York Times Book Review

"Literate, funny, and inspiring."

Washington Post

"Elegant, absorbing...a veritable feast."

Publishers Weekly, starred review

"Konigsburg at her masterful best."

School Library Journal, starred review

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780689866364
  • Publisher: Atheneum Books for Young Readers
  • Publication date: 2/1/2004
  • Edition description: 1ST
  • Pages: 304
  • Age range: 10 - 14 Years
  • Lexile: 840L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.78 (w) x 8.64 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

E.L. Konigsburg is the only author to have won the Newbery Medal and be runner-up in the same year. In 1968, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler won the Newbery Medal and Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth was named a Newbery Honor Book. Almost thirty years later she won the Newbery Medal once again for The View From Saturday. She has also written and illustrated three picture books: Samuel Todd’s Book of Great Colors, Samuel Todd’s Book of Great Inventions, and Amy Elizabeth Explores Bloomingdale’s. In 2000 she wrote Silent to the Bone, which was named a New York Times Notable Book and an ALA Best Book for Young Adults, among many other honors.

After completing her degree at Carnegie Mellon University, Ms. Konigsburg did graduate work in organic chemistry at the University of Pittsburgh. For several years she taught science at a private girls’ school. When the third of her three children started kindergarten, she began to write. She now lives on the beach in North Florida.

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Chapter One

Uncle Alex was sweating when he arrived at Camp Talequa. No wonder. The Greyhound bus had left him off at the point where the camp road meets the highway, and it was all uphill from there. The camp road was not paved but laid with rough gravel. It was July, and it had not rained for three weeks. Uncle walked those three dusty miles wearing wing-tip, leather-soled oxfords; a long-sleeved, buttoned-up shirt; suit jacket; necktie; and a Borsalino hat. Tartufo, his dog, walked at his side. He had bought his hat, his shoes, and his dog in Italy. His hat was tan, his shoes brown, and his dog was white with brown spots, but by the time they arrived at the office, all were gray with gravel dust.

Not until he was standing in front of the camp office did Uncle remove his Borsalino or put a leash on Tartufo. He stood on the bottom of the three steps leading to the office door and flicked the dust from his hat and, as much as he could, from Tartufo's paws. With his handkerchief, he wiped first his forehead and then his shoes. Having a shine on his shoes was an Old World point of pride.

Holding his hat against his chest and Tartufo's leash with one hand, he knocked on the office door with the other.

Mrs. Kaplan, the camp director, called, "Who is it?" and Uncle stepped inside. He told her that he was Alexander Rose and that he had come to take Margaret home.

For the best part of a minute, Mrs. Kaplan was speechless. At last she said, "And just who are you?"

"I am Margaret's uncle, Alexander Rose. Don't you remember? We spoke on the phone last night."

Mrs. Kaplan had called shortly before nine. After introducing herself she had said, "We are calling, Mr. Rose, because Margaret seems to be having a bit of a problem adjusting to camp life."

"What have you done?" he had asked.

"Everything," she replied. "We have done everything we know how to do, but she is totally unresponsive. When we ask her to do something — anything — she says, 'I prefer not to.'"

"Let me talk to her."

"We can't do that, Mr. Rose. Campers are to have

no contact with their caregivers until the two-week adjustment period is over. We cannot make exceptions."

"Then how can I possibly help?"

"We would like your input on how we can help her want to participate. We do not like to force our campers to participate."

"I suggest you change your activities."

"We can't do that, Mr. Rose. We cannot tailor our activities to every single child in this camp. As a matter of fact, it is the very nature of the activities we offer that sets Talequa apart from all the other camps. We want Margaret to fit in, Mr. Rose."

"Let me think about this," he said. "I'll be in touch."

Uncle had thought about it and decided that the best thing he could do would be to go directly to Camp Talequa and bring me back with him.

Staying with my uncles — Alex, who was an old bachelor, and Morris, his brother, a widower — had been one of my two first choices of "What to do with Margaret" while my parents were in Peru. The Uncles lived in an old house on Schuyler Place. I loved them, their house, and their garden.

— them

I loved their Old World habits. Like wearing a Borsalino hat from Italy instead of a baseball cap. Neither one of them owned a baseball cap. Or blue jeans. Or sneakers. Or a sports shirt. They never watched sports on TV and had never been to a football game, even when the home team, Clarion State University, was playing. They could speak three languages besides English. They had wine with dinner every night and ate so late that sometimes it was midnight when they finished. They served coffee with real cream and lump sugar that they dropped into the cup with a tiny pair of tongs. They had never eaten at a McDonald's or standing up. Even in the summer when they ate in their garden, they still covered their table with a white linen cloth, served their wine in crystal goblets, and their food on china dishes. And they never hurried through dinner. If it got to be too late when they finished eating, they would leave unwashed dishes in the sink and go to bed.

— their house

I loved 19 Schuyler Place. It was within walking distance of Town Square, a city bus stop, the main library, and the pedestrian mall downtown. I loved sleeping over. Two years before, when I was only ten, they had allowed me to pick out the furniture for the bedroom that they told me would be mine whenever I came to visit. They took me to Sears in the Fivemile Creek Mall and let me choose. I chose a bedroom suite with only one twin bed (the room was small) in genuine French provincial style, white with gold-tone accents. When it was delivered, Uncle Morris had said, "Very distinguished," and Uncle Alex proclaimed it, "Quite elegant." I was so convinced that they approved of everything I did that I believed them.

— their garden

Their garden was unlike any other in the neighborhood — or the world. Like all the others nearby, theirs had started out as a long, narrow yard that stretched from the service porch in back of the house to the alley, but the resemblance stopped where it started.

The Uncles had unevenly divided their backyard space lengthwise into two thirds and one third. They further divided the narrower, one-third section, in half, crosswise. In the narrow third closest to the house, Uncle Morris raised peppers. They grew in shapes from bell to cornucopia and in flavors from sweet to jalapeño. Their colors were red, yellow, purple, and every shade of green from lime to pine. The other half of the narrow third was planted with roses. Entirely with roses. Some were trained to grow along the iron pipe fence that separated their yard from their neighbor's at number 17. Others grew in their own hoed crater of earth. Some blossoms were quiet and tiny as a bud; others were loud and six inches wide. There were many varieties, many sizes, but they were a symphony of a single chord, for all of them were rose colored — blooming in every shade from delicate to brazen, from blush to Pepto-Bismol.

In the larger section, the two-thirds, wider strip, were the towers. There were three of them. They zigged and zagged along the perimeter of the fence that separated my uncles' yard from their neighbor's at number 21. They soared over the rooftop of their house and every other house in the neighborhood. The tallest was Tower Two, so called because it was the second one built, and it was closest to the house. Tower Three was in the slant middle.

My uncles had been building them for the past forty-five years.

Even though all of the towers were taller than any of the two-story houses in the neighborhood, even though they were made of steel, they did not darken the space around them. They were built of a network of ribs and struts that cast more light than shadow. Like a spider-web, they were strong but delicate. From each of the rungs, from each section of each of the rungs, dangled thousands — thousands — of chips of glass and shards of porcelain and the inner workings of old clocks. Some of the pendants were short and hugged the horizontal ribs, while others dangled on long threads of copper. In some places, a single wire held two drops of glass, one under the other; in other places, there were three — dangling consecutively, one beneath the other. Some of the pendants were evenly spaced in groups of three or four. Some were bunched together like the sixteenth notes on a musical staff followed by a single large porcelain bob — a whole note rest. On another rung, or perhaps at a distance on the same rung, a series of evenly spaced glass drops dangled in a rainbow of colors.

Like gypsy music (my uncles were Hungarian), the pendants hung in a rhythm that is learned but cannot be taught.

The towers were painted. Not solemnly but astonishingly. Astoundingly. There were carnival shades of mauve and violet, ochre and rose, bright pink and orange sherbet, and all the colors were stop-and-go, mottled into a camouflage pattern. Lavender pink met lime green in the middle of a rung, or cerulean blue climbed only halfway up a vertical axis until it met aquamarine.

On top of the tallest tower, fixed in place, were four clock faces, none of which were alike. Atop the other two towers was a single clock face on a swivel that rotated with the wind. The clock faces had no hands.

I loved standing under the towers — choose any one, depending on the time of day — looking up and farther up, until the back of my head rested on my shoulders. I would hang there until a certain slant of light caught the pendants and made them refract an endless pattern of colors. And then, and then I would spin around and around, making myself the moving sleeve of a kaleidoscope. And when I stopped, I would look down and watch their still-spinning shadow embroider the ground.

I had always loved spending time at 19 Schuyler Place, and I thought that my uncles loved having me. I expected them to jump at a chance to have me spend the four summer weeks that my parents would be gone. But they had not.

My other first choice of "What to do with Margaret" had been to go with my parents to Peru. They had always taken me with them before. I had assumed they would want me along because as an only child, I had spent a great deal of time among adults, and I was an excellent traveling companion. I never required extra bathroom stops — my mother always carried empty cottage cheese containers as an emergency portable potty — never demanded special foods, and regardless of how endless the car ride was, I never asked, "Are we there yet?"

Since I was not given either of my two first choices, the only remaining alternative was summer camp. That being the case, I decided that the choice of camp would be mine and mine alone. So it was with a bruised heart and wounded pride that I set about making my selection. I decided that I would choose such a wonderful camp and have such a wonderful time that my parents and my uncles would be sorry that they had not come, too.

I invested many hours in making my decision. I sent away for thirty-six brochures, read them all, and sent away for thirty-two tapes, of which I watched a total of nineteen all the way through. I chose Talequa.

After recovering from the shock of Uncle's unannounced appearance, Mrs. Kaplan asked, "Why, Mr. Rose, did you not give us notice of your arrival?"

"Because if I had, Mrs. Kaplan," he replied, "you would have told me not to come."

That was true, but she did not have to admit or deny it. "How did you get here?" she asked.

"I walked."

No one walked into Camp Talequa. Visitors arrived by car or minivan and by invitation. Mrs. Kaplan had heard that once, long before she had bought the camp, an elderly couple had arrived in a taxi, but there were no living witnesses to that story, so she placed it into the category of creation myth. But even if there really had once been a couple who had arrived in a taxi, no one had ever walked into Camp Talequa. There was no rule against it because who would have dreamed that such a rule would be necessary? Actually, there were no rules at all about how to arrive, but the Talequa handbook made it clear that there were definite rules about when. One strict rule was: No visits from friends or relatives for the first two weeks of a session, which, in Mrs. Kaplan's interpretation, made Alexander Rose a trespasser. There were other rules — rules about what you could bring with you. Alcohol and drugs were explicitly forbidden, of course, but it was just as clearly written, so were dogs. The punishment for bringing a dog was not as well defined as that for alcohol or drugs (immediate, nonrefundable expulsion), but the basic animal rule was: Dogs were not allowed in camp. Never. Paper trained, potty trained, K-9 trained: No. Even if they were trained to flush, they were not allowed. There was to be no Lassie, no Pluto, no Scooby-Doo. Never. Not as visitors. Not with visitors.

And this man had brought a dog!

Collecting her wits, Mrs. Kaplan presented Uncle with her best varnished smile. "We are most willing to discuss Margaret's problem with you," she declared, "but, Mr. Rose, we cannot permit dogs on our premises."

Alexander Rose knew that any smile that registered as high on the gloss meter as Mrs. Kaplan's came from well-practiced insincerity. Uncle also knew that Mrs. Kaplan did not object to Tartufo as much as she objected to his disobeying one — no, really two — of her rules. He could have told her that Tartufo was a working dog and allowed to go where no dog had gone before. He could have asked her, Would an ordinary dog be allowed on a Greyhound? But, wisely, he didn't tell, and he didn't ask. Instead, he said, "Tartufo is here, Mrs. Kaplan. I'm not a magician. I cannot make him disappear."

With her smile lashed to her teeth, Mrs. Kaplan replied, "Then we must insist that it wait outside."

Uncle had learned long ago that obeying a rule in fact but not in spirit was very hard on people who say we for I and who do not allow dogs on their premises. So without hesitation, he led Tartufo to a spot just outside the front door of the office cabin. With the door open so that Mrs. Kaplan could hear, he told Tartufo to sit. Then he removed Tartufo's leash and carried it back into the office.

When he reentered, Mrs. Kaplan had her back to him. She was removing a file folder from a cabinet behind her desk. Uncle stood in front of the desk, conspicuously holding the empty leash in his hand. When she turned around and saw the leash, she realized that not only was there a dog on her premises, but it was not tethered. The smile left her face, and her mouth formed a Gothic O. She started to say something, thought better of it, and didn't. Instead, she sat down, opened the file, and began studying it. The file was all about me, Margaret Rose. Considering that this was only my ninth day at camp, the folder was quite full.

Uncle continued to stand, waiting for Mrs. Kaplan to look up again. "May I be seated?" he asked.

"Please," she said, sweeping her hand toward the right chair, one of two that faced her desk.

Uncle sat down, quickly got up and moved the chair four inches, sat down, got up and moved it again in the opposite direction, and then did it a third time. "What seems to be the problem, Mr. Rose?"

"The sun," he said. "It's shining in my eyes, and you are a dark shadow." Uncle meant every word.

Wearing her patience like a body stocking, Mrs. Kaplan said, "Suppose you take the other chair."

"Good idea," Uncle said, and moved that chair once before settling down. With a fussiness as elaborate as it was deliberate, he inched his bottom toward the back of the chair. He steadied his gaze on the woman sitting across the desk from him and waited until only the sheerest shroud of patience remained. Then he folded his hands in his lap and said, "Now we can talk."

In more ways than one, Alexander Rose resembled a set of Matryoshka nesting dolls. He was short and squat, he had many fully formed layers beneath his roly-poly outer shell, and deep inside was an innermost self, a core that was solid and indivisible.

In an unconscious effort to create as much distance as possible between them, Mrs. Kaplan leaned back in her chair and slowly turned the full force of an uppish smile on him. "We see, Mr. Rose, that you are not this child's parent."

"That is correct. I am her granduncle."

"You must mean great-uncle."

"Great or grand, they mean the same: I am the brother of her grandmother." Mrs. Kaplan was not sure if great-uncle and granduncle were interchangeable, but she decided to let his remark go. She would check it later. Uncle said, "At the moment, though, since Margaret's parents are out of the country and unable to tend to her, I am in loco parentis, in the position of a parent."

Mrs. Kaplan replied, "We know perfectly well what in loco parentis means, Mr. Rose." But as soon as she said it, she regretted it. This interview was not going well. Best to get to the matter at hand. "Yes, it was in your capacity as guardian of Margaret that I called you last night. As I mentioned on the phone, Margaret refuses to participate in any of our activities. She says, 'I prefer not to.'" Tapping the folder, she said, "We have here a report from Gloria, Margaret's camp counselor." She lowered her head, put on her glasses, and began reading aloud. "On Monday —

Margaret did not take a copy of the words to our camp songs when I was passing them out. I did not force a copy on her because I assumed that like a lot of our other girls, she had learned the words from our tape. Then on Tuesday, our karaoke and sing-along evening, she did not sing with the group. When I asked her why, she said it was because she didn't know the words."

Mrs. Kaplan raised her voice slightly while reading the phrase because she didn't know the words. She looked over her reading glasses at Uncle and waited until he indicated with a nod that he had caught the significance of her emphasis. She continued, "On Wednesday —

Margaret did not show up for origami class. When I went to her cabin to fetch her, she refused to attend. When I asked her why, she said that she preferred not to.

Margaret failed to create a design to paint on a T-shirt. She said that she preferred not to. Then in the afternoon when we were to paint the T-shirts, she said she couldn't because she didn't have a design. I suggested that she do something spontaneous — an abstract, maybe — and she replied, 'I prefer not to.'"

Uncle folded his hands across the expanse of his belly and cocked his head a little to the left, his supreme listening mode. He waited.

Mrs. Kaplan took off her reading glasses and laid them on top of the open folder. "That brings us to the events of yesterday. The girls were scheduled to go tubing on the lake. Everyone but Margaret boarded the bus. Everyone waited, and when Margaret did not appear, Gloria went to Meadowlark cabin to look for her. She found Margaret still in her bunk, not ready. We had to leave without her. A little later, we personally went to her cabin to have a talk with her."

Mrs. Kaplan waited for a response from Uncle. None came. She cleared her throat and continued. "Our visit yesterday elicited a remark from your niece, Mr. Rose, that was so uncalled for that we were prompted to phone you last evening." She again waited for a response from Uncle, expecting him to ask what awful thing I had said, but Uncle asked nothing. In truth, he did not want to possibly have to agree with Mrs. Kaplan that something I had said was truly uncalled for. When it became clear that Uncle would not ask, she continued. "Your niece has become increasingly unreachable." She put her glasses back on, took two pages from the folder, and handed them to Uncle. "You will find that Louise Starr, our camp nurse, agrees. You may read her reports."

She handed Uncle Alex the forms. The first report said that I, Margaret Rose Kane, was neither anorexic nor bulimic nor suffering from preadolescent depression. In conclusion, I find her simply uncooperative. The second report again eliminated the same things — bulimia, anorexia, and depression — and upgraded me from uncooperative to incorrigible.

Uncle Alex was not a rapid reader, and he took the time to read the reports twice before laying the sheets back down on the desk. He slowly pushed them toward Mrs. Kaplan. He said nothing. Mrs. Kaplan closed the folder, removed her glasses, and rested her hands on the cover. "What do you have to say about those reports, Mr. Rose?"

"Nurse Starr has a very nice handwriting," he replied.

"Is that all you have to say?"

"Yes, it is all I have to say. Not all I can say."

"Please feel free to tell us what is on your mind."

"Well, Mrs. Kaplan, I can tell you that I understand. You see, I, too, once lived under a monarchy. I, too, preferred not to, so I emigrated."

"We would hardly call our community here at Camp Talequa a monarchy, Mr. Rose."

"And that, Mrs. Kaplan, is because you are the queen."

"We deeply resent that remark, Mr. Rose."

"I'm sure you do, Mrs. Kaplan, but with all due respect, your camp here has a surprising resemblance to the camps in my old country. You require blind obedience. So did they. You demand conformity. So did they." Uncle then waved a hand toward the folder. "You have your spies. They had theirs. And you have — "

"We have happy campers, Mr. Rose."

"And so you should, Mrs. Kaplan. And it is for that very reason that I want to remove an unhappy one." He stood up. "Now, if you'll please tell me where I can find Margaret Rose, I will get her, and we shall leave."

Mrs. Kaplan protested. "We have procedures, Mr. Rose."

"Start the procedures."

"There are forms to be signed."

"Bring them to me. I will sign them."

Mrs. Kaplan resisted. Uncle insisted. Finally, Mrs. Kaplan called over to the main house and asked Gloria to come to the office. As they waited, Uncle asked Mrs. Kaplan for a refund.

"A refund, Mr. Rose?"

"Yes, Mrs. Kaplan. It is my understanding that all the fees were paid in advance. I expect you to deduct from my refund the eight and a half days Margaret Rose has spent here plus something for your administrative costs."

"But surely, Mr. Rose, you know that we are at a total loss."

"Surely you have a waiting list. Most places do."

"Of course we have a waiting list. Certainly we have a waiting list. We have a long waiting list. Our waiting list is as long as that of any camp in the Adirondacks. But at this late date, there is no way we can sell the space that was to have been taken by Margaret. Our supplies have been ordered with a certain number in mind. That number includes Margaret Kane." She pulled a sheet from a file drawer and thrust it at Uncle Alex. "Read your contract. No refunds after June twenty-first. There will be no refund, Mr. Rose."

"That being the case, Mrs. Kaplan, I would appreciate some lunch and a ride back to Epiphany."

"We can allow lunch, Mr. Rose. But a ride back to Epiphany is out of the question. We cannot tie up a bus and a driver to transport two people all the way to Epiphany."

"Not a bus, Mrs. Kaplan. A van."

"We have no van, Mr. Rose."

"Do we have a car, Mrs. Kaplan?"

Mrs. Kaplan gritted her teeth. "Yes, we have a car, Mr. Rose."

"That will do nicely," he replied.

Mrs. Kaplan pushed a sheath of papers across the desk and handed Uncle a pen. "We are a business, Mr. Rose. A ride back to Epiphany is all we can afford. Time is money, Mr. Rose."

"Time is not money, Mrs. Kaplan. Time wasted is often time well spent. Money wasted is merely redistributed." Uncle signed the papers with a flourish and then took a plastic bag from his jacket pocket. From the bag, he took a rag and said to Mrs. Kaplan, "If Margaret Rose comes while I'm gone, please tell her that I'm burying the rag. She'll understand what it is that I am doing."

"And just what is it that you will be doing?" Mrs. Kaplan demanded. Uncle explained that he was train-ing Tartufo to be a truffle dog. "Tartufo means truffle in Italian, Mrs. Kaplan. The rag is soaked in truffle oil. I will bury the rag out in your woods and have Tartufo retrieve it."

"We do not allow dogs on our premises, and we have no chocolate in camp. Certainly no buried chocolate."

"The truffles of which I speak are underground mushrooms, Mrs. Kaplan. A natural food."

"Whatever," Mrs. Kaplan said. "But of this I am certain: There will be no dog loose in our woods. I repeat: No dogs in our woods."

"Whatever," Uncle said with a smile, replacing the truffle rag back in the bag.

That is when Gloria came into the office. Mrs. Kaplan told her to help Margaret Kane collect her belongings and bring them to the office. She did not introduce Uncle, but as Gloria turned to carry out her orders, Uncle introduced himself. "May I ask," he said, "what kind of sandwiches you had for lunch today?" Gloria told him there had been tuna and bologna.

With a childlike delight, he exclaimed, "That's what I guessed. To myself, I guessed sandwiches, and I guessed tuna and bologna." To Gloria, he said, "We'll take two tuna each. That'll be a total of four. With lettuce. We prefer whole wheat bread. Toasted."

Turning to Mrs. Kaplan, he said, "Toasting helps to keep the bread from getting soggy." Again addressing Gloria, he said, "I'll bet you had chocolate chip" — he glanced mischievously at Mrs. Kaplan and corrected himself — "some kind of chip cookies for dessert, and I'll bet you have a couple of those left, too." Gloria looked toward Mrs. Kaplan for a quick check before nodding. "And milk?" he asked. Gloria nodded again. "We'll have two containers of milk, please."

Mrs. Kaplan picked up the phone. "We'll call the kitchen with your order to save time."

Uncle waited until Gloria left, and then, holding the plastic bag in one hand and the disconnected leash in the other, he spun around, examining the four walls of fake paneling. "Yes," he said, half to himself, "tuna and bologna."

Uncle shrugged and smiled at Mrs. Kaplan. And she knew that Mr. Alexander Rose had gotten everything he had come for: the sandwiches, the ride back, and, most of all, me.

Copyright © 2004 by E. L. Konigsburg

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2012

    Looks good

    A girl in my class read it and she made it sound really good. I really want to read it!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 21, 2009

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    Interesting, but...

    I got this book quite a while ago, and just recently got around to finishing it. It held my attention quite well at the beginning, but after that the interest level just... fizzed. The theme was great. The ending was a bit flat, but it was realistic. The writing style was amusing.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2012

    Imma bout to read it .it looks like a good book

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 25, 2011

    Read a book about main characters half brother

    I bought it but I havent read it yet

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 11, 2007

    Book Review

    ¿I prefer not to¿ those are the words of Margaret Rose Kane she says them every time she is asked to do a summer camp activity. Actually she doesn¿t really want to be at this summer camp at all but she is forced to while her parents are in Peru. The summer camp experience would not last for long though as her uncles come and rescue her from the apprehensive camp director and the cruel cabin mates. They bring her back to there exquisite house at 19 Schuyler Place. This story takes place in the year of 1983 when many things happen. For example Sally Ride becomes the first American woman in space but in the town of Epiphany something even more exciting is happening! As you know the main character in this book is Margaret Rose Kane also she is the one who is telling the story. Some other main characters are her uncles Alexander Rose and Morris Rose. Also there is the camp director the very strict Mrs. Kaplan and her son Jake Kaplan who isn¿t as bad as his mother and actually helps Margaret. Some final important characters are Margaret¿s cabin mates, Peter Vanderwaal, and Loretta Bevilaqua all of these people also help Margaret. When you read this book you will instantly get hooked. After Margaret gets home from her awful camp experience she learns why her uncles did really want here to stay with them. In the uncles back yard they have everything from peppers to roses but most of all 3 amazing towers that the uncles have been building for the past 45 years. The towers were made of steel and they were built like a network of ribs and they cast more light than shadow almost like a spider web. All of the towers also had rungs on them, from each rung hung thousands of chips of glass and shards from porcelain and the inner workings of old clocks. They were of all different colors and different sizes making each and every one of them unique. Margaret is appalled to find out that the city has demanded that the tower must come down because they are not safe and could fall in something like a wind storm and damage property. Margaret is astonished by this and tries to do everything it takes to save the towers even if she needs a little help. This book had many good scenes and in my personal opinion was one of the greatest books I have ever read. It could go into a little more detail though. Also in the very end of the book I think it should have explained a little more about what she was doing. This book could definitely have a sequel. All in all this is a must read book for any age. It¿s a great book that keeps you on the edge of your seat the whole time you¿re reading it. I would recommend this book to anybody because it is an all around book that anybody would enjoy.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2007

    Amazing outcasts

    The Outcasts of 19 Schuyler Place is about a girl named Margaret who goes to camp and all the girls a really mean, including Mrs. Kaplan the directer of the camp. Her great Uncles let her stay at their house and they have two towers read the book for more deatails.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2006

    Unexpectedly Incredible!

    I got this book for free over the summer, at Barnes & Noble, and I put it on the top of my TV and forgot about it. On my way out of the door one morning, I grabbed it at the last minute, because I knew I'd want to read in the car. The minute I opened the book, I was drawn in. I wanted to know what happened next. I wanted to pat Margaret Rose on the back. I wanted to squeeze the juice out of the mean girls at camp. I had so many reactions. I found myself wanting Margaret and Jake to get closer, even though I knew it was impossible. Read this book.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2013

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    One word: beautiful.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 25, 2008

    A reviewer

    I read this book in 6th grade? Ha, 5 years ago. And I just now remembered the title + the author! Indeed, it was hard to follow but the ending was great and sweet. The ending used to reflect the cover 'pink rose'.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 22, 2007

    Hard

    This Book was hard to follow! I did not see a point to this book. Why read a book that has no point. Although some events were interesting, most of the book went around in circles.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2007

    omg this boook was good

    this book is so good

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2006

    a reviewer

    This book is cool. If you are the artsy type, you'll enjoy it very much. It's nice.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2006

    Extra Extra read all about it

    I think this book was one of the best books that i have every read. It is a funny appropriete book that is for good readers that are good at reading because it is very hard to read. This story could use alittle bit more action , but other than that is is a really good book to read if you are atleast 10 or over.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 22, 2006

    Why Read this

    I think that I hated it just because it was summer reading, but I personally thought there was absolutely NO ACTION or ANYTHING EXCITING. Don't read this book unless you like stories about morons who try to take more power than physically possible. This story was also non-realistic.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2006

    EXTREMELY BORING

    this book did not keep me interested and left me disapointed. The story is too slow and goes on with little things that did not necceserly had to be included. I did not like this book at the least bit. It made no sense and i became frustrated.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2005

    OMG

    this is the best book ive ever read. i must have read it at least 5 times, and i often find myself reading funny parts of it out loud to my friends and family. no more needs to be said.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2005

    Kept me entertained for the two hours it took me to read it!!!

    I loved this book so much that I just couldn't put it down and read it for two straight hours. Margaret reminds me of me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2005

    5 Stars MORE

    It's a year since I read this book, and I still consider THE OUTCASTS OF 19 SCHUYLER PLACE great! The history of the towers is wonderful. Margaret Rose Kane is one of my ideal kids. I enjoyed SILENT TO THE BONE so much more when I reread it after reading OUTCASTS. Then I read OUTCASTS again. Then I read SILENT again. Turn and turn, maybe forever.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 10, 2004

    Absolutely Wonderful! It Deserves 7 stars!

    This book is one of the best books that I have EVER read! Awesome charictors, A great plot and amazing descriptions, I highly recomend this to anyone!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2004

    Disappointing

    E. L. Konigsburg's follow-up to the critically-acclaimed (and young reader loved) Silent to the Bone tells us the story of Margaret Rose Kane, Connor's half-sister, both of whom were major characters in the first novel. The first book was very cutting-edge and, like most of Konigsburg's work, had a voice all its own. This offering has neither the bite nor the soul of the first book. The characters are flat and the novel seems to set up a lot of potential plots which are much more interesting than the actual plot in which Margaret attempts to save her uncles' work of art: towers of glass which they have been adding to for many years. Oddly, no reference is made to the Watts Towers in all of the research Margaret and her adult friends do to save the towers. My students and I have always marvelled at Konigsburg's ability to have a completely different 'voice' with each of her novels. This particular book, however, is doomed to sit alongside some of her less-popular titles and I don't think anyone will miss it if it goes out of print. If you're a Kongisburg fan, try it anyway. If not...skip this one. She has better offerings.

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