The Small Adventure of Popeye and Elvis

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Nothing ever happens in Fayette, South Carolina. That’s what Popeye thinks, anyway. His whole life, everything has just been boring, boring, boring. But things start to look up when the Jewells’ Holiday Rambler makes a wrong turn and gets stuck in the mud, trapping Elvis and his five rowdy siblings in Fayette for who knows how long. Popeye has never met anyone like Elvis Jewell. He’s so good at swearing he makes Uncle Dooley look like a harp-strumming angel, and he says “So what?” like he really means it. Then ...

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Overview

Nothing ever happens in Fayette, South Carolina. That’s what Popeye thinks, anyway. His whole life, everything has just been boring, boring, boring. But things start to look up when the Jewells’ Holiday Rambler makes a wrong turn and gets stuck in the mud, trapping Elvis and his five rowdy siblings in Fayette for who knows how long. Popeye has never met anyone like Elvis Jewell. He’s so good at swearing he makes Uncle Dooley look like a harp-strumming angel, and he says “So what?” like he really means it. Then something curious comes floating down the creek—a series of boats with secret messages—and it sends Popeye and Elvis into the big world on the hunt for a small adventure.

With a healthy helping of humor and the signature Southern charm that has captivated children and critics alike, Barbara O’Connor’s newest tale is a heartwarming look at the joy that can come out of being a Royal Rule Breaker, and learning to find one’s own adventures.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher

“With humor and authenticity, this beguiling tale of summer friendship mines the small, jewellike adventures of a rural childhood.” —STARRED, Publishers Weekly

Elvis and Popeye’s journey reminds readers to look for and enjoy the small treasures in their lives. Save a spot on your shelves for this small adventure with a grand heart.” —STARRED, School Library Journal

“This small gem has the power to keep readers entranced.” —Kirkus Reviews, STARRED

“O’Connor captures South Carolina speech patterns; she quietly paces the narrative, often placing short sentences in a vertical sequence for emphasis. Yes, sometimes the best gifts come in small packages.” The Horn Book

The rich specificity of the experience should keep readers involved.” –Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books

“Interestingly offbeat characters, a clear narrative arc, and intriguing vocabulary . . . a satisfying read.” —Booklist

Publishers Weekly
With humor and authenticity, this beguiling tale of summer friendship mines the small, jewellike adventures of a rural childhood. Popeye (so named after a fateful BB gun accident) is utterly bored in rainy Fayette, S.C. But when a passing motor home gets stuck in the mud, he befriends one of its unruly inhabitants, a devil-may-care boy named Elvis. In the creek, the boys discover boats made from Yoo-hoo cartons that carry cryptic messages––a mystery that launches the “small adventure” of tracking down the boats' creator as well as Popeye's struggle between obeying his overprotective grandmother, Velma, and venturing out with his new friend. O'Connor's (How to Steal a Dog) easygoing, Southern storytelling crafts an endearing protagonist and irresistibly quirky cast. Velma recites the names of English monarchy to avoid “cracking up” and teaches Popeye new vocabulary words, which surface comically in his observations (“Velma's appearance at the edge of the cemetery, arms crossed, face red, was definitely not serendipity. It was much closer to vicissitude”). Undercurrents of poverty and dysfunction are handled with gentle humor as Popeye discovers the magic of a little adventure. Ages 8–12. (Sept.)
School Library Journal
Gr 3–6—Popeye thinks life is boring in Fayette, SC, where his grandmother keeps her mind sharp by reciting the kings and queens of England in chronological order and gives her grandson vocabulary words each week to keep his mind exercised. Life changes when a boy named Elvis and his nomadic, quirky family get their Holiday Rambler motor home stuck in red mud near Popeye's house. They meet and Elvis quickly names Popeye the senior vice president of the Spit and Swear Club. Popeye is impressed and longs for Elvis's interesting life. He, too, would like a paper plate with his name written on it in crayon and a mother who asks his opinion for rhyming words while writing her newest country-western tune. Elvis suggests they go on an adventure, which begins when they spot boats made from Yoo-hoo chocolate drink boxes floating down the creek carrying mysterious notes and they set off to track down the boat maker and the meaning of the notes. Like Eben in Betty G. Birney's The Seven Wonders of Sassafras Springs (S & S, 2005), Elvis and Popeye's journey reminds readers to look for and enjoy the small treasures in their lives. Save a spot on your shelves for this small adventure with a grand heart.—Helen Foster James, University of California at San Diego
Kirkus Reviews
Popeye's life lacks excitement, living as he does down a gravel road bordering the woods in rural South Carolina with his dog Boo and his Grandmother Velma, who preserves her sanity by incessantly reciting the kings and queens of England. So when a silver motor home packed with the six wild children of the Jewell family gets stuck and stranded in the mud, he couldn't be happier. During the brief, magical time the motor home remains, he and Elvis, the eldest Jewell, discover in the creek boats fashioned from Yoo-hoo packages, each with an intriguing message. The mystery of their source demands resolution, although it means occasionally disobeying Velma's edicts. Seeking the source of the boats, their adventures are, as the title indicates, mild, but they perfectly capture the thrills that fill long summer days. Although O'Connor only briefly describes the characters, each one comes instantly and distinctly to life. Fast-paced, short and easy to read, but spiced up with the challenging vocabulary words that Velma teaches and Popeye adores and abounding with quirky, likable characters, this small gem has the power to keep readers entranced. (Fiction. 8-12)
School Library Journal
Gr 3–6—Barbara O'Connor's timeless story (Farrar Straus/Frances Foster Bks., 2009) about boyhood and fleeting summer friendships begins with Popeye, a well-behaved child living with his grandma Velma in sleepy Fayette, South Carolina, where "nothing ever happens." Velma already has her hands full, as she often reminds Popeye, between her fear of "finally cracking up" and the burden of taking care of her underachieving grown son. The last thing she needs is for Popeye to get involved with the stranger Elvis and his five rowdy siblings. But Popeye is hopelessly drawn to Elvis and his rebellious "so what" attitude, and when Elvis names Popeye Senior Vice President of the Spit and Swear club, he's hooked. When the friends come across a miniature boat made out of a Yoo-Hoo carton floating down the creek with an intriguing handwritten message attached, Popeye knows he's in for the adventure of his life. Determined to discover the creator of the mysterious boats, the boys set out on a quest that Popeye wishes would last forever. But soon, Elvis's nomadic family is on the move again, and Popeye realizes that although he can't hold onto his friend, he can cherish the joy of the memories for a lifetime. This simple tale of discovery and acceptance with colorful, authentic characters and heartfelt humor is narrated superbly from Popeye's point of view by Scott Sowers in a well-paced Southern accent. A must-have.—Christine Johanson, Mahopac Central School District, NY
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780374370558
  • Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
  • Publication date: 9/15/2009
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 160
  • Sales rank: 992,639
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Lexile: 750L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.30 (w) x 7.40 (h) x 0.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Barbara O’Connor is the author of numerous acclaimed books for children, including Fame and Glory in Freedom, Georgia; Me and Rupert Goody; Greetings from Nowhere and How to Steal a Dog. She has been awarded the Parents’ Choice Gold and Silver Awards, the Massachusetts Book Award, and the Dolly Gray Award, among many honors. As a child, she loved dogs, salamanders, tap dancing, school, and even homework. Her favorite days were when the bookmobile came to town. She was born and raised in Greenville, South Carolina, and now lives in Duxbury, Massachusetts, a historic seaside village not far from Plymouth Rock.

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1

DRIP.

Drip.

Drip.

Popeye opened his eye and looked up at the heart-shaped stain on the ceiling of his bedroom. Rusty water squeezed out of the hole in the peeling plaster and dropped onto the foot of his bed.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

It had been raining for over a week.

All day.

Every day.

The stain on the ceiling used to be a tiny circle. Popeye had watched it grow a little more each day.

He got out of bed and nudged Boo with his foot. The old dog lifted his head and looked up at Popeye, his sagging skin drooping down over his sad, watery eyes.

“Still raining,” Popeye said.

Boo’s big, heavy head flopped back down on the floor, and he let out a long, low dog groan.

Popeye padded across the cracked linoleum floor of the hallway and into the bathroom. He splashed water on his face and ran his wet fingers over his head. The stubble of his new summer buzz cut felt scratchy, like a cat’s tongue. His white scalp showed through his pale blond hair.

He examined his teeth in the mirror.

They looked clean.

He rubbed his good eye.

Then he rubbed his bad eye. The one that was always squinted shut thanks to his uncle Dooley.

Popeye hadn’t always been Popeye. Before he was three years old, he had been Henry.

But when he was three, his uncle Dooley had placed a small green crab apple on the fence post out back and turned to his girlfriend and said, “Watch this, Charlene.”

Then he had walked back twenty paces, like a gunslinger, taken aim with his Red Ryder BB gun, and pulled the trigger.

Dooley was not a very good aim.

Charlene was not impressed.

When the BB hit Henry square in the eye, she had screamed bloody murder and carried on so much that when Popeye’s grandmother, Velma, came running out of the house to see what all the fuss was about, she had thought it was Charlene who’d been shot in the eye.

Popeye had been Popeye ever since.

And Charlene was long gone. (Which hadn’t bothered Dooley one little bit ’cause there were plenty more where she came from.)

Popeye went up the hall to the kitchen, his bare feet stirring up little puffs of dust on the floor. Velma didn’t care much about keeping a clean house. She mainly cared about not cracking up.

“You get old, you crack up,” she told Popeye when she couldn’t find her reading glasses or opened the closet door and forgot why.

While Popeye made toast with powdered sugar on top, Velma sat at the kitchen table with her eyes closed, reciting the kings and queens of England in chronological order.

“Edward V, Richard III, Henry VII, Henry VIII, Edward VI, Mary I . . .”

Popeye knew that when she got to the last one, Elizabeth II, she would probably start all over again.

“Egbert, Ethelwulf, Ethelbald, Ethelbert . . .”

Reciting the kings and queens of England in chronological order was exercising Velma’s brain and keeping her from cracking up.

But sometimes, Popeye worried that it wasn’t working.

This was a big worry.

Popeye needed Velma to not crack up because no one else in his family was very good at taking care of things.

Not his father, who lived up in Chattanooga and sold smoke-damaged rugs out of the back of a pickup truck.

Not his mother, who came and went but never told anybody where she came from or where she went to.

And definitely not his uncle Dooley, who lived in a rusty trailer in the backyard and sometimes worked at the meatpacking plant and sometimes sold aluminum siding and sometimes watched TV all day.

Popeye’s grandmother, Velma, was the only one good at taking care of things.

“Edward VIII, George VI, Elizabeth II.” Velma opened her eyes. Instead of starting all over again with Egbert, she shuffled over to the kitchen counter and poured herself a cup of coffee.

“Hey there, burrhead,” she said, running her hand over Popeye’s fuzzy buzz cut.

“Hey.”

“What’re you gonna do today?”

Popeye shrugged.

“This dern rain is driving me nuts,” she said, stirring a heaping spoonful of sugar into her coffee.

Popeye stared out at the muddy yard. A waterfall of rust-colored rainwater poured off the edge of the metal roof of the shed out back and made a river. The river snaked its way down the gravel driveway and into the drainage ditch that ran along the side of the road. The ditch was nearly overflowing. Every now and then, soda cans or plastic bags floated by in front of the house.

Boo ambled into the kitchen and ate a scrap of toast off the floor under the table, his tail wagging in slow motion.

Back . . .

And forth.

Back . . .

And forth.

Popeye licked powdered sugar off his fingers and went into the living room.

Dooley was stretched out on the couch, snoring one of those throat-gurgling kinds of snores. The smell of cigarettes hovered in the air around him and clung to the worn corduroy couch.

Popeye flopped into Velma’s big armchair. The metal tray table beside it was stacked with crossword puzzle magazines. Crossword puzzles were good brain exercises, too. Velma knew more words than anybody. She taught Popeye one new word every week. He wrote it on the patio with sidewalk chalk and studied it until it got smudged up by Dooley’s worn-out work boots or washed away by the rain.

This week’s word was vicissitude, but he hadn’t been able to write it on the patio yet because of the rain.

vicissitude: noun; a change of circumstances,

typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant

Popeye slouched down in the chair and slapped his bare foot on the floor.

Slap.

Slap.

He looked out the window, wishing that maybe some vicissitude would come along and make this dern rain stop. Even something unwelcome or unpleasant would probably be better than this.

He watched a fly land on Dooley’s big toe.

He wrote vicissitude with his finger on the flowered fabric of Velma’s chair.

He scooped saltine cracker crumbs off the coffee table and tossed them over to Boo, who had settled onto his raggedy quilt by the woodstove.

The hands of the clock over the couch jerked noisily.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Around and around.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Popeye was beginning to hate that clock. He was sick to high heaven of watching it turn minutes into hours and hours into days.

Every day the same.

So what if the rain stopped? Popeye thought.

It would still be boring.

It would always be boring in Fayette, South Carolina.

Every day would always be the same.

Popeye was certain about that.

But Popeye was wrong.

Because that very day, that day with the rain dripping out of the heart-shaped stain on the ceiling and that fly sitting there on Dooley’s big toe, things changed.

Elvis came to town.

Excerpted from The Small Adventure of Popeye and Elvis by Barbara O'Connor.

Copyright © 2009 by Barbara O'Connor.

Published in 2009 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, LLC.

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and

reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in

any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2014

    Who ever said simple books are bad.

    The tone is what matters. I liked this book because they are living in such bad conditions but there imagination leads the children into a better place. Don't be mad when you find that it is a simple story beacause that is where the meaning is.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 9, 2012

    Vbyhhjth

    Stupidest book ever

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 27, 2011

    Amazing

    This book wouldn't let me stop reading it was so good. I recommend this book to everyone of all ages.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2011

    Great book!

    I read this book to my 5 year old son. We both loved it. Every night, it was always "one more chapter!' This book got my son excited about reading. We have been reading every night since!

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  • Posted April 10, 2011

    nice book

    it isvan advnture when u read it

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2012

    Fun book for 3th 4th and 5th graders

    This book had a lot of good parts but mine is the adventure!

    From a fouth grader!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2012

    The small adventure of popeye and elvis by Daisy barky

    This book is a delightful and adventureos book.it is about a adventure.

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  • Posted January 11, 2012

    Serendipity!

    This fresh cover for the paperback edition is as clever & polished as the story. A new vocabulary word every week, Elvis Jewell and his 4 siblings tumbling out of their stuck motor home, mysterious homemade Yoo-hoo boats sailing in the creek.... Boring, boring, boring Fayette, South Carolina, is about to get a whole lot more interesting. Just ask Popeye. Barbara O'Connor's signature voice, wit and sly humor at its best.

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