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For Gray, being a member of the Lucky Seven might not be so lucky
They’re called the Lucky Seven. The most popular girls in sixth grade, they are the envy of everyone else in the school, and Caitlin Donnelley is their queen. Gray is the shyest member of the group, the most fragile, and the easiest for the others to pick on. Last year, she was nearly ejected from the Seven, and since then nothing has been as important as clinging to her status in the group—not even her mother’s ...
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For Gray, being a member of the Lucky Seven might not be so lucky
They’re called the Lucky Seven. The most popular girls in sixth grade, they are the envy of everyone else in the school, and Caitlin Donnelley is their queen. Gray is the shyest member of the group, the most fragile, and the easiest for the others to pick on. Last year, she was nearly ejected from the Seven, and since then nothing has been as important as clinging to her status in the group—not even her mother’s ongoing battle with cancer. Caitlin throws a sleepover for her birthday, and when Gray goes to the kitchen for a glass of juice, she disappears without a trace. To find Gray and keep her alive, the girls will have to put their differences aside and work together. But some of them have secrets they’re not telling—and for this particular gang of girls, being nice does not come naturally. This ebook features a personal history by Adele Griffin including rare images and never-before-seen documents from the author’s own collection.

Adele Griffin (b. 1970) is a critically lauded author of children’s and young adult fiction. Born in Philadelphia, she began writing after college, when a job at a children’s publishing house introduced her to the world of young adult literature. She drew praise for her first novel, Rainy Season (1996), a heartfelt portrayal of a young American girl’s life in the Panama Canal Zone in the late 1970s. In books like Sons of Liberty (1997) and Amandine (2001), she continued to explore the sometimes harsh realities of family life, and become known for intuitive, honest, and realistic fiction. Over the past several years, Griffin has won a number of awards, including National Book Award nominations for Sons of Liberty (1997) and Where I Want to Be (2005). Her books are regularly cited on ALA Best and ALA Notable lists. A number of her novels, such as the four-book Witch Twins series, introduce an element of lighthearted fantasy. Griffin lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York.     

Gray hopes that going to a slumber party with the "Lucky Seven" at her private school will take her mind off her mother's cancer, but when she is taken from the party by a deranged woman, both she and the other girls discover things about themselves and each other.

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Griffin (Amandine) once again penetrates the cruelty inherent in female cliques, but the novel does not live up to its provocative premise. Using a third-person narration, the author alternates among the perspectives of four of the "Lucky Seven," a group of popular sixth graders spending the night at Caitlin's house on Friday the 13th. The book begins with Gray, nicknamed "Mouse" by Martha, the group's de facto leader, for her quiet ways. Gray and Caitlin have been best friends since age five, due to their mothers' friendship, but Gray's membership in the group has grown precarious. Letitia, an African-American student new to the school who quickly sidled up to Martha ("Right away, Letitia had spotted the cool group. Martha Van Riet's group"), is angry with Martha for cheating on a science test and getting an A+; she uses the sleepover to begin breaking up the Lucky Seven. Gray goes upstairs for a drink and sees a "tattered apparition" at the sliding glass door; convincing herself that the woman is there for her, Gray leaves the house with her. The girls, meanwhile, use Gray's disappearance to jockey for position within the group. The novel excels in exploring Gray's thoughts when she realizes her mistake, and her alternating feelings of fear and hope for rescue. Although the author expertly captures the pettiness of the Lucky Seven, there are no likable characters here. Even the adults seem concerned only with keeping up appearances. Ages 10-up. (Mar.) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Children's Literature
Overnight invites us into the inner sanctum of a sixth-grade clique on the night of a birthday sleepover party. Caitlin has invited the other six members of the Lucky Seven, including Gray, who inadvertently becomes the focus of the evening's drama. The Lucky Seven is ruled by Martha, a cruel and somewhat devious girl, who maintains her place in the pack through sarcasm and a steady stream of caustic barbs. The other girls follow the leader and freeze out whichever of the girls that Martha has targeted. Martha relishes this control and retaliates on anyone who dares to challenge her authority. Into this intricate social vignette, author Adele Griffin throws in a situation that will bring to light the shortcomings and desires of this group of girls. Gray has brought the "wrong" sleeping bag and, afraid of merciless teasing, implores her mother to bring the right one over. When a strange woman appears a short time later, Gray thinks she is a member of Helping Hands who has helped with errands since her mother became ill with cancer, and accepts the ride home with her. Back at Caitlin's, Gray is discovered missing and the remainder of the book switches back and forth between how the girls are handling Gray's disappearance and how Gray is coping with her bizarre situation. The pack mentality of a clique is so well drawn in this book, and Griffin's sense of what is going on in their minds is spot on. As adolescents, it is not surprising to see that despite the trouble Gray is in, they think primarily of how this will affect them. This is a realistic, psychological novel about the damage and power of cliques. 2003, Putnam,
— Joan Kindig
This disturbing, surreal story of a group of seven unlikeable sixth graders focuses on Gray, a member the "in crowd" clique at Fielding Academy. Insecure, self-absorbed, and emotionally immature, Gray is convinced that the girls let her stay in the Lucky Sevens only because they pity her for having a mother ill with cancer. The girls go to group member Caitlin's house for a weekend sleepover. Upset that her mother brought the wrong sleeping bag, Gray calls to demand that she bring the right one to Caitlin's house. Going to the kitchen alone for a drink, Caitlin finds an oddly dressed woman tapping at the glass door. Assuming that she is from Helping Hands, the organization that helps when her mother is sick, Gray believes that the woman is taking her home to get her sleeping bag. Instead, the disturbed but harmless Katrina takes Gray to a remote house where Gray encounters a more menacing man named Drew. Gray fears for her life when Drew starts driving out of town with her and Katrina, but escapes when Drew suddenly stops on the highway and tells her to get out of the car. Gray's naïveté and atrocious judgment are credible given her emotional immaturity. Her friends are no better. What disturbs them most about Gray's disappearance is that it spoils the party. Griffin's characterizations of girls walking the thin line between childhood and adolescence are brilliant. Alternating chapters in which the leaders of Lucky Sevens offer their own troubling perspectives on the situation reinforce their self-centeredness. Gray discovers in her terrifying ordeal that there are worse things than having the wrong sleeping bag at an overnight. This unsettling, memorable middle-grade novel will havereaders riveted. VOYA Codes: 5Q 3P M (Hard to imagine it being any better written; Will appeal with pushing; Middle School, defined as grades 6 to 8). 2003, Putnam's, 160p,
— Ed Sullivan
School Library Journal
Gr 4-7-The "Lucky Seven" make up the sixth-grade in-crowd at Fielding Academy for Girls. Gray Rosenfeld feels her loss of status within the group since vindictive leader Martha has made her the victim of considerable venom. In chapters told from four characters' perspectives, each narrator reveals her own reasons for staying in the group. Gray wants things to remain the same, competitive Zo' can't help but be swayed by the magnetic Martha, Leticia envies Martha's power but realizes that she can probably stage a successful coup, and Martha thrives on controlling people. The events play out at a slumber party one evening, during which Gray goes off with a mysterious young woman who appears at the back door, and vanishes. After a prolonged search, the police are called in and Martha withholds a crucial piece of information because it adds to her sense of power, a tactic that backfires in the end. The story moves quickly through its tension-filled pages, showing the self-absorption of Gray's supposed friends and their utter disregard for her circumstances. This deeply disturbing look at the dynamics of popularity and ethics is reminiscent of Amy Goldman Koss's The Girls (Dial, 2000). Readers will certainly recognize the characters in this insightful version of the universal story of ostracism and manipulation among preteens.-B. Allison Gray, South Country Library, Bellport, NY Copyright 2003 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A birthday slumber party becomes the undoing of a clique when one of the guests is abducted. Gray is a member of the Lucky Seven, a poisonous preteen clique presided over by Martha, who clearly (and viciously) enjoys the power accorded her by her popularity. Gray’s membership--indeed, everyone’s--depends on Martha’s whim. The slumber party has started off badly for Gray, though, as her mother, distracted by chemotherapy, has packed the wrong sleeping bag. When a confused woman appears at the birthday party, Gray is happy to convince herself that she is an aide sent to fetch her home and escapes the party--only to be taken on a terrifying ride to the woman’s house, from which she has no immediate means of escape. Meanwhile, at the party, Gray’s absence occasions a subtle but cataclysmic shift in the forces that hold the clique together; Martha is top dog no more. Shifting perspectives effectively capture the emotions and motivations of key members of the Lucky Seven, allowing the reader to examine the group’s dynamics. Griffin has a keen eye for the cruelty of the middle-schooler, but this fails where Amandine (2001) succeeded, due to its split narrative. When Gray leaves the party, the story splits into two pieces--Gray’s own bizarre adventure, and the power struggle within the clique--and Gray’s own development as an individual is not sufficiently paralleled by the development of the rest of the group to make the counterpoint between the two stories work. For a more effective dissection of the nature of cliques, try Amy Goldman Koss’s The Girls (2000). (Fiction. 10-12)
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  • ISBN-13: 9781453297377
  • Publisher: Open Road
  • Publication date: 2/12/2013
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 151
  • Sales rank: 1,366,199
  • File size: 4 MB

Meet the Author

Adele Griffin (b. 1970) is a critically lauded author of children’s and young adult fiction. Born in Philadelphia, she began writing after college, when a job at a children’s publishing house introduced her to the world of young adult literature. She drew praise for her first novel, Rainy Season (1996), a heartfelt portrayal of a young American girl’s life in the Panama Canal Zone in the late 1970s. In books like Sons of Liberty (1997) and Amandine (2001), she continued to explore the sometimes harsh realities of family life, and become known for intuitive, honest, and realistic fiction. Over the past several years, Griffin has won a number of awards, including National Book Award nominations for Sons of Liberty (1997) and Where I Want to Be (2005). Her books are regularly cited on ALA Best and ALA Notable lists. A number of her novels, such as the four-book Witch Twins series, introduce an element of lighthearted fantasy. Griffin lives with her family in Brooklyn, New York.      
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By Adele Griffin


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ISBN: 978-1-4532-9737-7



GRAY FORGOT HER SLEEPING bag for Caitlin Donnelley's birthday party. She did not see that it was missing until her mother pulled up to the front doors of Fielding Academy. When she reached for her overnight things piled in the backseat, it was not there.

"My sleeping bag!" she exclaimed. "I left it at home!"

"Oh, for goodness' sakes, Gray." Her mother sighed. "How could you be so forgetful?"

"Please, Mom, go back!"

"If I go back, you'll both be late for school."

"Mom, it's important!"

In the backseat, Gray's younger brother, Robby, began to whimper. He was seven, four years younger than Gray, and he copied whatever she did.

Mrs. Rosenfeld rested her forehead on the steering wheel, practicing her yoga breathing to keep calm. When she lifted her head, she said, "Gray, get out of the car this instant so that I can drop off Robby at school. Then I will go home and collect your sleeping bag and I will bring it to Fielding later this morning."

"You know which one! The pink one with the fairies on it!" Gray insisted as her mother drove away. Her breath, damp and fast, made icy puffs in the February cold. "Not any of the other ones! The pink one!" Her voice was lost to the car, but she continued shouting through her fingertips as it disappeared. The last thing she saw was Robby mouthing teary good-byes from the rearview window.

Later that morning, one of the school secretaries delivered Gray's sleeping bag to the sixth-grade classroom. It was not her fairy-folk bag. It was the navy blue bag that her father took on fishing trips.

When Caitlin Donnelley and Kristy Sonenshine saw it, they exchanged google eyes and stuck out their tongues at each other. Gray saw them do this and it made her feel dizzy, as if she might throw up. Worse, she would have to sleep without her fairy folk. Gray liked to believe that at night, while she fit snug inside the bag, the fairies came alive.

Alive like real people but better joining together hand in hand in an enchanted circle protecting me from all bad things.

Gray knew it was a babyish thought. She even knew it was a babyish bag. Plain pastels or wildflower prints were the only acceptable sleeping bag styles this year. Part of her, though, especially her nighttime, lights-off part, needed the fairies.

The navy bag looked twice the size of the other girls' bags. It smelled like the woods and was dark as a midnight ocean. Who would protect her now?

Mrs. Donnelley was waiting to catch the girls as they spilled out of Fielding Academy's front doors at the school day's end.

"Hello there, Miss Gray! How's your mom? I meant to call her yesterday."

"Oh. She's fine."

Mrs. Donnelley nodded hard, as if her head were being jerked by puppet strings. Yes yes yes—casting a spell that would make the cancer leave. In that way, Gray's mother and Mrs. Donnelley were alike. They both put Safety first. Safety first and no mistakes, which was why Gray's mother and Caitlin's mother were friends. Gray had slept over at Caitlin Donnelley's house lots of times, and she had watched Mrs. Donnelley's struggle to make each detail of her home perfect, indoors and out. Each dead leaf picked quickly off the yard and every slice of toast crisped tan.

The way my mom used to be but not anymore.

As girls trundled outside, lugging their sleeping bags, Mrs. Donnelley gave instructions. "I can take four, so that means three of you girls must go with Topher in his car. I don't have enough seat belts to buckle up everybody!"

She pointed across the parking lot to where Topher was leaning against the side of his battered Volkswagen. Topher was Caitlin's half brother. He was in college and home for midwinter break. He had a goatee. When he laughed, he crossed his arms and tipped back his head like a genie. Gray had known Topher since she was five years old, and she still did not like to talk much when he was around.

Quickly, Gray jumped into the minivan so that she could sit right behind Mrs. Donnelley. The three girls who clambered in after her were Leticia Watkins, Serena Hodgson, and Zoë Atacropolis. Zoë sat up front so that she could talk Mrs. Donnelley's ear off. Topher would be taking Caitlin and Kristy and Martha Van Riet. Already they were crossing the parking lot, Kristy springing next to Caitlin like a puppy and Martha snaking up behind them.

Seven girls in all. Of the fifty-one sixth-graders enrolled at Fielding Academy for Girls, they were the "Lucky Seven." That's what they called themselves. Other girls called them the "cool group." Or the "in crowd." Or the "snobby girls." Or "Martha's group." Or "those girls."

Gray looked out the window to where some of the uninvited girls were standing, plumped in wool coats, waiting for buses and carpools. The uninvited girls, eyes lowered, watched as Mrs. Donnelley's minivan and Topher's Volkswagen circled the parking lot, and their faces pretended indifference. After all, it was Friday! The weekend! Who cared about Caitlin Donnelley? Oh, they weren't missing anything much!

Gray knew what they were thinking behind their faces. This past fall, when she had been nearly expelled from the Lucky Seven and Martha had not invited her to her roller-skating party, Gray had thought those same kinds of thoughts.

Annie Dearborne, slumped on the bus bench, raised her hand to wave good-bye. Annie was Gray's writing comprehension partner. When Gray was having problems with the Lucky Seven, Annie Dearborne almost had become Gray's new best friend. Almost.

Before anyone else saw, Gray flicked her fingers good-bye at Annie. Then she turned away. She pushed her seat forward so that she could smell the perfume at the back of Mrs. Donnelley's neck. She used the tips of her shoes to pedal her wrong sleeping bag deeper under the driver's-side seat and she clicked on her seat belt very loud so that Mrs. Donnelley would hear and appreciate Gray's carefulness.

"It's all a mistake. How could this be?" Gray's mother had asked this question in the hospital last spring, Robby tucked on one side of her and Gray curled up on the other, though the bed was too narrow and one of Gray's legs was getting cold, pressed-jammed hard into the bed's metal side rails.

Gray had thought her mother meant how could this be that she was lying in this bed, in this hospital. A mistake, because she wasn't sick after all!

Later, Gray understood what her mother really meant. That no matter how Safe a person tried to be, cancer was a mistake forced on a few unlucky people.

"We're having pizza!" exclaimed Mrs. Donnelley.

"And cake and ice cream?" asked Leticia.

"And are there goody bags?" asked Serena.

"And do we get to watch movies?" asked Zoë.

"Of course!" Mrs. Donnelley's voice trilled, filling the car with promises.




Gray adored Caitlin's room. The furniture was quaint, like Little House on the Prairie if Ma and Pa Ingalls had been rich. Mrs. Donnelley had decorated it herself and kept the room pin-straight, the curtains and canopy bed freshly fluffed and vacuum marks on the carpet. There was a Victorian dollhouse in one corner and a pigeonhole desk in another corner. Neither of these pieces was used, since both were antiques. Besides, Caitlin had hated her dolls since she was nine—had hated everything about her room, in fact, since she was ten—and she did all her homework on the computer at her built-in study unit.

What Gray loved most about Caitlin's room were Caitlin's fairy paintings. There were four paintings altogether, one for every wall and season. These were not silly cartoon pictures, either, but framed portraits of ravishing enchantresses with dewy eyes, veined wings, and the tingling of the outdoors in their cheeks.

The winter fairy, dressed in cobwebby white, lounged like a fashion model along the branch of an icicle-spiked tree.

Two spring fairies chased each other in a daisy field under an azure sky.

The summer fairy kneeled on a lily pad, absorbed in her watery reflection.

The autumn fairies were gathered around the stump of a tree, some leaning against cushions, their faces serious, as if they were at a Seder.

Autumn was Gray's least favorite picture and the one she stared at most. But the autumn fairies did not fit with the other paintings. For one thing, the painting was overcrowded, and not just with fairies, but spindly-legged frogs and hunchbacked gnomes and pop-eyed hobgoblins and even one leering, rickety cricket.

For years, ever since Gray had first started staying overnight at Caitlin's house, she had put herself to sleep wondering about those ugly autumn wood creatures. Why had the fairies invited them to their Seder? Why? Why? She would stare and stare until her eyes lidded over.

"Come on, Gray! Drop your bags! We're going down to play Enchanted Castle." Caitlin nudged Gray from her trance. "Stop looking at that picture. Did I tell you I get to redo my room any way I want for a birthday present? Dad and Mom said okay, even for humongous posters and a futon, if I want."

"That's cool," said Martha. "'Cause your room sucks."

"Duh! I know!" Caitlin laughed shrilly. "Whatever, though! It's changing in, like, a week!"

The other girls tossed down their bags and changed quickly from their uniforms into jeans and sweaters. Giggling and pushing, they herded out the door. Then down the hall, down the stairs, and down the stairs again to the family room in the basement.

Gray listened to them go. Alone in Caitlin's room, she changed clothes and sighed. The other girls' sleeping bags were so pretty, so right. Pale rainbow colors or tiny sprigs of flowers. Gray dropped her stupid, ugly sleeping bag and kicked it hard as a soccer ball under Caitlin's bed, hiding it from sight. She despised the idea of sliding into it tonight, trapped inside a giant's stinky sock while everyone else was tucked into butterfly cocoons.

Hot, easy tears welled up in her eyes. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that this new version of her mother made so many mistakes. Mistakes on account of her sickness, mistakes that might seem silly or thoughtless but also were careless enough to hurt.

The others already had set up the Enchanted Castle board by the time Gray joined them in the family room. Gray frowned as she slid into her chair. Enchanted Castle was dull. The object of the game was either to capture the Evil Queen or to find her three treasures—her crystal ball, her golden nightingale, and her jeweled crown, all of which were hidden somewhere in her kingdom. But if the Evil Queen managed to lock up three princesses in the dungeon, then she won.

The Evil Queen had the best time of anyone. This afternoon, the Queen was Caitlin, obviously. Gray was surprised that Caitlin wanted to play Enchanted Castle at all, especially with Martha rolling her eyes and saying, "Ugh, Caitlin, it's so spanky, so loserish, this game."

Caitlin insisted, though. Maybe just to be stubborn, or maybe since it was her birthday. Or maybe because she really liked Enchanted Castle and she knew that today was one of the few times she could get away with making everyone participate.

On her third turn, Gray began to feel sleepy, the same stupor that sometimes overcame her during afternoon classes. She could hardly keep her eyes open.

"I don't really want to play Enchanted Castle anymore," she said. "If that's all right with you, Caitlin?" She figured it would be. If she quit, Caitlin had a better chance of winning.

Caitlin shrugged. "Okay."

But Martha sang, "Rainy Gray, go away, come again some other day—not!"

Gray took her princess off the board and stood. She ignored Martha. To say something back meant trouble. Martha always shot the dart that started a fight. And Martha never let go. Last year, Martha had been so nasty to Beth Terrene that by March, Beth had transferred from Fielding Academy to Saint Carmela's. She said it was because her grades were bad. Which was probably true. How could Beth have concentrated on school with Martha Van Riet making every second of her life more miserable than the last?

Most of the time, the girls brushed aside Martha's jabs and stabs, otherwise she'd be at them all day long.

On the couch, Caitlin's younger brother, Ty, was watching race-car driving, clenching his hands and whispering, "Go go go! Turbocharge it! Pedal to the metal!"

Gray flopped onto the couch and Ty scooted over obligingly. "It's the Daytona Five Hundred," he told her. He seemed so spellbound that Gray did not have the heart to ask him to switch the channel to see what else was on.

Around and around went the cars, the same thing again and again. Gray wondered what else there was to do. Everything seemed dumb and boring, she was hungry and she itched to wander. Maybe she would sneak up to Caitlin's room and look through her bookshelf.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked Ty. "I'm going to the kitchen."

Ty looked up, startled from his sports trance. "Uh. Grape juice," he said. "No. Cranapple."

"Be right back." She stood, undecided whether to ask if anyone else wanted a drink. "Does anyone want, like, a snack or something from the kitchen?" But the other girls seemed too absorbed in Enchanted Castle to answer. Or they were being rude on purpose. Ignoring Gray was a game the group sometimes ganged up to play against her. "Save my seat," she said, to nobody.

Gray walked upstairs to the empty kitchen. The polished glass sliding doors that looked out over the Donnelleys' backyard and swimming pool were now solidly dark, creating a mirror effect, doubling the image of the kitchen's gleaming chrome. She flipped on a light and flipped it off again.

Upstairs, Gray heard Mrs. Donnelley and Topher talking and laughing. That was nice. Gray knew that Mrs. Donnelley was not Topher's real mom. Topher's real mom was some lady who had been married to Mr. Donnelley a long time ago, who lived somewhere else now and was not part of this Donnelley family.

Abruptly, Gray wondered what kind of lady her dad would choose if her mother died and he got remarried. What were the chances that she and Robby would have a stepmother as nice as Mrs. Donnelley? Even as Gray tried to picture different mothers—all her friends' mothers came to mind—she felt awful, like a traitor, a cheat, jinxing her own mother's chances to get all the way better.

Gray pushed aside the vision of the other mothers.

Would she be in trouble if she helped herself and Ty to some juice? Would Mrs. Donnelley mind? She opened a cupboard and was confronted with rows and rows of sparkly clean glasses. Mrs. Donnelley's house had so many rules! There was probably a special glass for each type of drink.

She closed the cupboard and noticed the phone on the wall next to the refrigerator. Maybe she would call home and tell her mother to come by with her fairy-folk bag. Although her dad would be angry if he found out. Gray and Robby weren't supposed to bother their mother with extra errands and requests and lists of "I need."

Well, so what? So what if he was angry? It was her mother's mistake, after all. Gray picked up the phone and punched in her home number.

Four rings and then the answering machine. She left a message.

"Mom, it's me at Caitlin's. Will you please bring me my right sleeping bag? You brought the wrong one to school. I need my one, my pink one. You know which, with fairies on it." She was trying not to whine and her voice sounded clogged at the base. She hung up the phone. From behind, she felt the prickling tug of being watched, although when she glanced around, nobody was in sight. The kitchen was quiet, gleaming, humming. Like a shut-down space station, Gray thought.

She opened the refrigerator. All this food! Cartons and bottles and tubs and containers of it, neatly wrapped and normal looking. No dark spinach and organic glop like what her mother ate now, for her health. The only problem was that none of the Donnelleys' food looked easy to get to. Even the bottle of Cranapple juice Ty wanted was unopened, sealed around its lip with a thin, clear, childproof band.

A crisper filled with fruit seemed most promising. Gray slid open the drawer and pinched a bunch of fat purple grapes. They tasted okay, but coming from such a perfect refrigerator, she felt a brief flicker of disappointment that they should have been fruitier, cleaner, better.

She closed the refrigerator door.

A tattered apparition stood outside, behind the sliding doors. A woman. Gray's heart jumped and her throat closed and she started to choke on her grape. As she coughed, the woman's eyes rounded and her mouth dropped into an O that looked too big for her shocked face.

Gray stopped coughing and the woman's mouth shut. She had sad eyes and long, ropy brown hair tied back in a handkerchief. Underneath her layers of clothing—a baggy dress and a rust-orange-colored coat with a feathery trim—she was knife-thin. Gray could see the bones of her neck and wrists, the shadows scooped into her cheeks and temples.

Now the woman rapped her knuckles on the glass and motioned for Gray to let her inside. Gray stared. She did not recognize the woman as a friend of Mrs. Donnelley's. She did not recognize the woman as a mother from school, either—although she was about the same age as a mother. Perhaps she was one of the Donnelleys' next-door neighbors? Like Mrs. Nuñez, who lived across the street from the Rosenfelds? Mrs. Nuñez wore safety-pinned bath towels as skirts and she never turned off her radio and she strung Christmas lights in her holly bushes all year long. Gray's parents called Mrs. Nuñez "a real piece of work" and always wished she would move away.


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    I think this book is great for girls my age (12), its just like real life and you can totally relate to it ,just how they act and how parents are when these kinds of things happen. I hope you read this book its by far my favorate. it could be yours too.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2003


    I think this book was very good. The characters were discribed very well and like most good books there is always that character you want to persuide to do the right thing. This is the type of book that leaves you wanting more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2005

    Great book

    thuis was a great book, i just think it xould be more realistic, most 12 year olds dont like faries. c'mon... and most of the girls were pretty stupid 4 they're age

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2004


    This was one of the best books. I reccomend it very much. I LOVE IT!

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