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by Tom Bodett, Joan Slattery (Editor)

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"Bodett, the genial voice in those Motel 6 commercials, offers a page-turner set in the wilds of Alaska, and he clearly knows the taste of sea and storm, the face of the landscape, and the sound of the loons and the scent of salmon. In this sentimental but rousing tale, September Crane, 13, and her 12-year-old brother, Ivan, are often left to themselves while


"Bodett, the genial voice in those Motel 6 commercials, offers a page-turner set in the wilds of Alaska, and he clearly knows the taste of sea and storm, the face of the landscape, and the sound of the loons and the scent of salmon. In this sentimental but rousing tale, September Crane, 13, and her 12-year-old brother, Ivan, are often left to themselves while their father fishes for their living. . . . Bodett interweaves the story of the williwaw, a wild storm that took their mother's life and family boat, with a spiraling series of bad choices. . . . Along the way, we learn about boat safety, respect for the sea, and self-sufficiency in a desolate but splendid place. . . . The weather's majesty and power are convincing, and the sister and brother are appealing characters . . . [with] very recognizable adolescent longings."

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"This gutsy, believable tale will have readers on the edge of their seats."—Dallas Morning News
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
When 13-year-old September and her younger brother, Ivan, are left alone in their Alaskan cabin, disaster is sure to follow--that much is evident early on, given the steady stream of foreshadowing. Shortly after their father leaves for a two-week fishing trip, September and Ivan break both of his rules. Ivan uses radio batteries to recharge his video game and in doing so manages to fry both his toy and the radio, their only means of communication with the outside world. Fearing they will be sent to their aunt's and uncle's farm if their father finds out, the siblings cross the cove in their tiny boat to get the radio fixed. Repairs take longer than expected, so September and Ivan are forced to make a few more forbidden trips to town as the "williwaw," the same type of fierce storm that killed their mother seven years ago, begins to brew. By an NPR commentator and author of The Free Fall of Webster Cummings, this moralistic tale is focused more on measuring the pitfalls of deception than on providing thrills. How and when the children will be punished for their errors in judgment may provoke more interest than how they will contend with rough water during their final crossing. Meanwhile, readers may grow impatient as they await the inevitable. Ages 10-13. (Mar.)
To quote from the review of the hardcover edition in KLIATT, May 1999: Bodett has taken many of us to Alaska through his radio essays on NPR, and in this novel he presents an experience of Alaska to young people. September and Ivan, sister and brother ages 13 and 12, are left alone by their father for a few weeks on their homestead 14 miles across a bay from the nearest town. The next morning, the two children make the first bad decision that leads to the next bad decision and so forth—all in their own kind of logic. By week's end their mistakes find them in the middle of the bay during a violent storm, a williwaw, the type of storm that killed their mother on that same bay some years before. Fighting to survive in this storm provides the exciting climax to this story of resourceful, albeit disobedient, children. Bodett really puts his readers there in the howling wind, the huge waves, the cold—all of it. And since he has done so well in describing the place these children know so well, in its calm beauty, in the rain, in so many guises—having the familiar completely overtaken by a powerful storm is that much more successful. Another strong point of the story is the portrayal of the friction between the children who live in the "bush," and the town kids who live a life much more connected to the larger world. Ivan, in particular, is desperately hungry for that larger connection, even though he is close to his father and sister. YA readers will easily understand that hunger. KLIATT Codes: J—Recommended for junior high school students. 1999, Random House, Knopf, 192p, 19cm, 98-36108, $4.99. Ages 13 to 15. Reviewer: Claire Rosser; November 2000 (Vol. 34 No.6)
Children's Literature - Donna Freedman
Another kids-against-the-elements tale, but with a unique setting and compelling characters. Ivan and September Crane are latchkey kids, Alaska-style. Their widowed father has left the Cranes' island homestead to fish commercially, hoping for a big payday that will let them build a boat of their own. Responsible and hard-working, the kids nonetheless make two very bad decisions that may cost them their lives in a terrible storm. Bodett takes his time getting to the title squall, but uses that time to paint vivid pictures not just of the Alaska wilderness, but of the people who live there. Ivan and September are particularly well-drawn kids torn between the satisfactions of self-sufficiency and the lure of town luxuries. This exciting read deserves a place on every library's "Adventure" shelf.
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-Ivan and September Crane are often left by themselves in their remote Alaskan cabin. Their mother died years ago in a Williwaw, a violent storm. Their father works on fishing boats and can only contact them by radio. Mr. Crane promises that they will not have to stay with their dreaded relatives if they can be responsible, and if Ivan does not mess with the radio wires so he can play his video game. Of course, Ivan immediately shorts out the radio with his game. The rest of the story focuses on their attempt to repair the radio by making several dangerous trips to the nearest town. Author Tom Bodett of "Motel 6" fame narrates his own story (Knopf, 1999), and manages to give it a laid back Alaskan feel. While some of the story is predictable, Bodett brings excitement to the action scenes, especially the climatic September storm. A song played over the last few lines is distracting. A good adventure story to add to audio collections in school and public libraries.-Todd Dunkelberg, Deschutes Public Library System, OR Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Bodett (for adults, The Free Fall of Webster Cummings, 1996, etc.) tacks toward a younger audience with this tale of two siblings who prove they're not ready to be on their own. With her fisherman father gone for yet another long stretch, September, and her brother, Ivan, keep up with chores and school lessons in their isolated Alaska cabin; then Ivan attempts to jury-rig a power connection for his video game, and shorts out both radios. Despite their father's express prohibition, the two boat for town, 14 miles across the bay, to get the radios fixed. That first trip becomes a series after September and Ivan discover that the pleasures of the local french fries, chocolate shakes, and human contact outweigh the guilt of breaking promises. Ensuing complications and several poor decisions ultimately put them out in the bay when a "williwaw," a sudden storm, howls in. It's a wild, exciting climax, but the author reaches it only after a leisurely exploration of the push-pull relationship between two lonely children on the edge of adolescence. Reader-interest in these capable but not yet self-reliant characters may flicker in the face of Bodett's overwritten prose and his tendency to harp on certain themes, such as Ivan's video game addiction. Still, with the thrilling finish and singular setting, this is a promising effort. (Fiction. 11-13)

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Random House Children's Books
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Chapter 7

The morning fog was dense. So dense it felt almost heavy on Ivan's and September's heads as they made their careful way across the cove in the Aunt Nelda. Their world was cloaked so completely they hadn't been able to see the cabin from their own dock, and they'd lost sight of that too as soon as they'd shoved off. The stillness bordered on deadness—black water as shiny as a waxed table and no sound but the dull rattle of the oarlocks.

They knew Mooseburger's cabin was due west of theirs and the butter clam bed a little south of that. September sat in the stern holding a hand compass between them so that Ivan could watch their bearing as he rowed the short way over.

"I've never seen it this thick," he said, staring into a mist so formless that his eyes could find no focus.

September blinked away the same effect. "Me either. Everything seems so different—like we're not even real." She checked their heading again and was about to suggest a correction when the dory nudged quietly onto a soft bottom and swung to a stop.

"Weird," she said, and stepped over the side into a few inches of water. Paying careful attention to the depth of the water as she circled the boat, September came to the conclusion that they were not on a bar but on Mooseburger's mud flat—exactly where they wanted to be. "Let's go find Dad's butter clams."

Ivan climbed out with a bucket. He uncoiled the bowline and then followed September slowly into the murk. After only a few steps they found dry ground and the welcome sight of clams spitting all around their feet. "Good navigating," Ivan said.

"Hard to get lost in Steamer Cove." September smiled and leaned into the familiar smells and motions.

The scrape of their rakes and the clatter of clams hitting the empty bucket seemed a grating intrusion in the quiet mist. September felt self-conscious about it, knowing Mr. Berger was not far off. "Did you hear something, Ivan?" she asked.

Ivan stopped and listened. "No—wait—could it be? Yes...the sound of a video game. A video game in my future..." A grin stretched his face, and he cupped a hand around one ear. "Hello? Tech Patrol?"

September wasn't amused. "Ivan, you have got a one-track mind. It was your game addiction that started all this trouble. Now we can't even see the boat on the end of the line in your hand and you're ready to head across the bay for another video fix."

Ivan looked panicked. "Sep! You promised if it wasn't blowing we'd go. It's flat as a board out there. We've gone all the way to town by compass before!"

September held up her hands. "Okay, okay! Stop whining. We'll go. We have to. But remember, we're going to get the radios first of all. We'll go to the Dockside only if we have the money, the time, and the coast is clear. Deal?"

"Deal," Ivan said, relieved.

September looked back into the fog. "It would be nice if this lifted a little."

Suddenly she seized on movement in the near distance. She worked her eyes around in their sockets, not sure if it was just a trick of the fog. But it still moved, slowly and deliberately, toward them. "Ivan, look!"

Ivan turned, and they both stood rock-still. They could hear the grind of boots in gravel and then the sucking sounds of the mud grabbing at footsteps. A dark blot turned suddenly human as it came out of the mist not ten steps away. Mr. Berger, his black wool coat with the hood pulled around his face against the damp chill, stood wide-legged in his hip boots with a rifle cradled across his chest.

September went nearly faint with this picture out of her dream standing so close at hand. She even glanced around to see if the little bear was along before she refocused on the old man with the gun. He was no dream.

"Mr. Berger!" September blustered. "You scared us!"

"So it's you two!" Berger stood firm in the mud. "You're lucky I didn't shoot you! What are you wild coyotes up to sneaking around my property?" he asked.

The scowling old man cast a hard look at the partially filled bucket. "So that's it! Stealing clams under the cover of the fog!" he accused them.

"We didn't mean to!" Ivan said, forgetting in his fear that nobody owns the tide flats and the clams belong to everybody. "We just wanted to get some butter clams to can for our dad before he gets home."

September tried to nudge her brother, but it was too late. Berger screwed his head to one side and looked back at them with new suspicion. "I've been wondering if that father of yours was ever coming back." A satisfied grin revealed a mouthful of brown mottled teeth. "I've been wondering if I ought to go talk to somebody in town about the situation out here."

"No!" September blurted more loudly than she'd meant to. "I mean, there's no need. We're fine, and besides, our dad is coming home today." She knocked Ivan with her knee. "We're going to pick him up as soon as we're done with these clams—right, Ivan?"

Ivan's face quizzed his sister and she drilled him with a look. "Umm—that's right, Mr. Berger. Dad's coming in from Dutch Harbor on the two-thirty plane." Ivan glanced around. "I guess we better get moving if we're going to make it in time."

September grabbed up the bucket. "That's right. It'll be slow going in this stuff." She started backing away, and after giving a little tug to Ivan's jacket, her brother followed.

Mr. Berger screwed his head over even farther and looked as mean as a mink in a live trap. "I'll tell you wild brats one thing! If that so-called father of yours ain't back here today to keep you out of my hair, I'm going to the authorities!" He raised the rifle and laid it back over his shoulder as September and Ivan receded into the mist. "You hear me. Flame-baked hooligans! The authorities!"

"Yes sir. He'll be here!" September walked backward right into the Aunt Nelda and fell over into the bottom. "Push off, Ivan!" she commanded before she even got herself upright.

"I'm pushing! I'm pushing!"

As soon as the dory floated free of the mud, September was on the oars digging at the water. Ivan grabbed the compass. The instrument's needle stabilized. "That way, Sep!" he said, and pointed. "That's the way back!"

They made the distance home in less time than it took them to sort through all the implications of their meeting with Berger. As the Aunt Nelda knocked against their dock, Ivan climbed out and tied the dory off.

"Why'd you tell him Dad was coming home today, Sep?"

September stepped onto the dock, her heart still pounding from the experience. "I had to! You heard what he said!"

Ivan started up the dock squinting into the mist toward the cabin. "I know, and if Mooseburger calls the state people while Dad's gone, they'll have no choice but to take us away," he said. "But what's going to happen when he finds out Dad isn't coming home today and we lied?"

September stopped short as she looked at the porch. She seized Ivan by the hand. "Ivan what's that?"

Ivan looked ahead and saw it too—something, or someone, was standing against one of the support posts. Then his eyes saw through the illusion of fog.

"Oh, that's just Dad's old coverall hanging up there. I guess Berger's got us both spooked." Ivan continued walking.

"I'll say." September followed her brother onto the porch and fingered the sleeve of the coverall as if to make sure it was empty. "And he's going to get us in big trouble when Dad doesn't show up today. Maybe I shouldn't have said that to Mr. Berger."

"Wait a minute," Ivan said, leaning against the railing. "What if Dad does show up?"

"And what if fish could walk?" September quipped.

"I don't mean really show up. Just if ol' Mooseburger thought he did?"

Intrigued, September let go of the coverall and sat down beside Ivan. "What are you thinking?"

Before he spoke, Ivan studied the cobwebs in the rafters above his head as if that's where his thoughts were. "How would Berger know if Dad is with us or not when we come back from town today?"

"He'll either be with us or he won't," September said impatiently.

"Will Berger come over and talk to him?" he quizzed.

"Of course not. He never does."

"Then how will he know?"

September grew exasperated. "He'll see him! I mean, he won't see him!"

"That's exactly right!" Ivan said with a cagey grin. "He'll see him and he won't see him. Ol' Mooseburger can't see much better than we can see right now in this fog. So what if we made something that looked like Dad and brought it home in the boat with us today?"

He slid from the railing, grabbed the worn coverall from its hook, and held it up as if modeling a dress. "If you thought this was someone standing on the porch, what do you think this would look like to a half-blind old Mooseburger?"

September now grasped what Ivan was thinking. She cocked one eye at the dirty work suit being dragged along the porch like a starved scarecrow. "One coverall doesn't make a dad. What will fill it out? And what about a head?" she asked skeptically.

"Details. Simply details." Ivan dramatically laid the thing over the seat of the generator bike and considered it. "All we gotta do is stuff it full of something..."

"We could use leaves, no, I know—sawdust!" September cried. "We go right past the mill in town. We'll go over where it spills out by the loading dock and fill it!"

"Perfect!" Ivan said, happy to see his serious-minded sister getting into the swing of it. "And for a head we can cram one of those smaller crab-pot buoys down the neck hole and tie a nor'easter over that." Ivan took one of the floppy heavy weather rain hats from their pile of boat gear and held it over the coverall.

September eyed the effect suspiciously. "How long do you think this will keep Mr. Berger off our backs?"

"Long enough," Ivan said, and then peered into the fog. "Or at least as long as ol' Mooseburger stays on his side of the cove."

• *
• *
The week's clam harvest had been kept alive in burlap bags hanging from the end of the dock. While Ivan gathered them together, September ran to the cabin and grabbed herself a snack of smoked salmon on dried bread. She scarfed it, then quickly made another to take to Ivan.

"Something for the ride," she said, handing over the sandwich and looking out to the bay. "This fog hasn't thinned one bit. It's going to take forever to get to town—over an hour, probably." Ivan munched and watched his sister check the fuel line to the motor. "How's our gas situation?"

September hefted the can currently in use. "We'll get there on what's left of this can. Three times across, as always. The other can is full but we have to get fuel today and replace what we've used."

"We'll have plenty of money." Ivan wiped his hands on his pants then lowered the last of the clams into the boat. "We'll have money for a lot of things."

Ivan had a familiar look in his eye and September shook her head. "Ivan, you are going to get video-game poisoning one day."

"What a way to go," he said, smiling.
Ivan decided not to argue over who steered the skiff. Since it would be such a monotonous ride in the fog anyway, he'd rather wait his turn for the way back when it all might be cleared. Looking straight up he could almost see blue sky.

September strained to see what she could as she steered the Four-O-Five out of the cove. It wouldn't take long for the fog to burn off or blow away, but in the meantime she couldn't see thirty feet. Luckily the tide was flooding hard and left patterns in the water where the rocks lay. Once clear of the point she took their regular compass heading, checked the time, and sped up to about half throttle. With the bay so calm it was tempting to go faster, but without being able to see what might be in the water ahead she remained, as ever, on the better side of caution. "Bag Bay loves overconfident skippers," Dad had said a thousand times. "It eats them for lunch."

"Keep your eyes out for logs, Ivan!" she said.

In an hour's time the only change in the monotony of fog and flat water was a swath of gunk caught in a tide rip, which September slowed to pass through. She knew an oozy-looking collection of sticks, loose kelp, and trash could be hiding submerged logs that would do considerable damage to a boat and motor if hit at any speed.

When they were past the danger, September resumed her previous course and speed. She looked again at the compass. Thirty-three degrees north northeast for one hour. She looked at her wristwatch. We should be close, she thought.

September also found herself thinking that the town kids would still be in school at this hour on a Thursday, and this gave her a surprising stab of disappointment. Although she would never admit it to her brother, she had been looking forward to this strange TC kid being nice to her right out in front of the townie girls again. She'd already recalled the scene a dozen times.

September smiled at the memory but swallowed it away when she saw Ivan impatiently looking at her from the bow. He pointed at his wrist for the time, and it was with horror September saw that twenty more minutes had passed on her watch with no town in sight. She slowed the motor to an idle and dropped it out of gear. The two of them and their boatful of clams bobbed as the wake of the Four-O-Five overtook them.

"Uh-oh." Ivan stood up and looked hard into the vapor surrounding them.

September checked the compass and pointed. "That's where we should have seen it by now."

"Are you sure you stayed on course?" Ivan wasn't accusing. He'd steered in the fog enough times to know that as soon as you looked away from the compass even the most seasoned boat handler could veer off-course.

September flushed and admitted, "I wasn't paying attention for a while there. I might have drifted."

"Which way?" Ivan couldn't keep the concern out of his voice. Missing the harbor to the east would bring them harmlessly down that shore by the sawmill, which they could follow back to the harbor. But missing to the west meant bypassing the point and heading straight out into the open waters leading to the Gulf of Alaska.

Both of them knew the best thing they could possibly do was nothing. Guessing would be the worst. They could be a hundred feet from the beach on the other side of town, or in a six-hundred-foot-deep subarctic sea with roaming cargo ships and oil tankers. Until they knew on which side of the point they were, the compass was nearly useless—only good for taking a bearing once they saw or heard something that they could follow to safety. Neither of them said a word. Their best chance was to hear a honking car horn or the clank of heavy machinery at the mill, and they would have to stay silent to catch it. Another boat might happen by on its way to who knows where, but unless they could get its attention, it would be no use to them. September opened the toolbox and put the signal-flare pistol on the seat beside her. Ivan relaxed a little. Although neither would say it, both of them feared the being run down by a larger boat or a tanker out in the big water. It would have been easier to hear without the idling motor, but they couldn't take the chance of being dead in the water and unable to dodge an approaching vessel.

Ivan suddenly pointed to something off their right side—coming straight toward them. With nothing to reference the dark shape against, it could be a deep-sea trawler a quarter mile away or a large duck within a clam's throw.

"An otter." September finally breathed. "it's just an otter with her young one."

Ivan could see it now too. A sea otter paddled along on her back with her arms wrapped around her baby. As soon as September spoke, the otter started a slow curve out of the way. She and her little one swam from view leaving a tiny V-shaped wake and never taking her eyes from the odd pair of creatures in the skiff.

No sooner had the otter gone than a black and white torpedo at least the size of the Four-O-Five burst into view with a rush of wind.

"Orca!" Ivan screamed. September jumped.

The long curved dorsal fin cut beneath the looking-glass bay and...


Orcas often took several breaths before diving again so they waited to hear another blow from the whale. But none ever came.

The ripples from the whale's grand appearance made chuckling sounds against the bottom of the skiff. Ivan felt the boat swinging around then sensed movement across his face.

"A breeze, Sep. Look!" The mist was clearly in motion, scudding soundlessly across the water. The lightweight skiff began to move with it. The breeze would be sure to push the fog out but was of no immediate help.

"It's from the east," September said, brightening as she looked up from the compass. An east wind was most likely coming off the glacier in the mountains behind town, which meant they were probably still inside the bay. But then again, maybe not. If they were already beyond the point and headed east, they wouldn't find shore until the steep cliffs of Rocky Point way up by Port Vixen. They would certainly run out of gas in both tanks before then.

Ivan read her mind. "Wanna guess and go?"

"No way." September pulled her hat down over her ears. "Dad says guesses make messes."

Ivan silently agreed and kept his face to the breeze. Come on, give me something—anything, he thought. He sniffed at the air and his nostrils flared. What? Could it be? He took a long, deep pull.... "Yesss!" He pointed into the wind, laughing. "Town ahoy!"

September tried to see. "Where? Where?"

"Don't look! Smell! I can smell it!" Ivan threw his head back and breathed in with exaggerated delight.

September looked doubtful but followed her brother's lead and sniffed generally around in the air. Sure enough, there was something. What was that smell?

"French fries!" Ivan spoke before she could place it. "Greasy Dockside French fries dead ahead!"

It was good enough to go on. September pointed the skiff into the breeze and took a compass heading while Ivan leaned over the bow sniffing like a dog out a car window and singing.

"East wind blows you side to side and sometimes even smells like fries!"

They had gone only a few hundred feet this way when the motor sputtered. Ivan hushed. September shook the gas can at her feet.

"Empty!" she called, working the throttle back and forth to milk what fuel she could from the line.

Ivan jumped to the back of the boat and tried to change the cans before the motor quit, but it was too late. The outboard coughed twice, rattled once, then fell silent as they coasted into the fog.

Clipping the gas line to the new tank, Ivan apologized. "Sorry, Sep. Missed it."

Meet the Author

Tom Bodett has been the popular spokesperson for Motel 6 for the past 12 years. His voice can also be heard on many programs, including the PBS/Travel Channel coproduction Travels on America's Historic Trails with Tom Bodett, recipient of three Emmy nominations. He has also written several books and recorded 15 audio publications.

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Williwaw 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
HomeSchoolBookReview More than 1 year ago
Do you know what a “williwaw” is? Thirteen-year-old September Crane, and her twelve-year-old brother, Ivan, live at Steamer Cove on Bag Bay in Alaska. Their mother died one night some seven years ago in a williwaw, the dreaded violent windstorm that sweeps across the bay especially in the fall of the year. Their father is a commercial fisherman who has to be away from home, so the two teens, who are homeschooled, are often left to themselves for periods of time. If something ever happens while their father is gone, they may have to start spending their time alone on the farm with Aunt Nelda and Uncle Spitz rather than at home. And their neighbor across the cove, Mr. Berger, is often threatening to call the authorities on them. Ivan loves to play video games, but the only electricity in the cabin is from a generator which keeps their two radios powered. He has figured a way to tap into the radio batteries to recharge his video game device. However, one night when their father is off with a fishing crew and has told Ivan not to mess with the radios, the boy connects his device to the radio batteries and unintentionally fries both his device and the radios. Over a period of several days, the two have to make a number of forbidden trips by themselves in their skiff to and from the town in order to have the radios repaired. On the final day, they need to be back at the cabin with the radios for their father’s next call. But a friend is having a party in town, and they end up staying longer than intended. A series of bad choices leads to their being caught on the bay in a williwaw. Will they make it home in time? Will they even survive? Author Tom Bodett, a storyteller, National Public Radio commentator, and author, is best known as the spokesman for Motel 6. “We'll leave the porch light on for you.” In Williwaw!, he weaves a rousing tale that also includes a lot of information about Alaskan weather, boat safety, northern wildlife, respect for the sea, and the need for obeying parents. A few common euphemistic terms, such as darned, jeez, golly, heck, and gosh, are found, but otherwise I noted a lack of objectionable items so common in much of modern youth literature. It is just a good, enjoyable read. The story moves along slowly for a while, but all the foreshadowing builds up to a really exciting climax, and there is that important, timeless message that even teenagers need to develop moral character and not try to deceive others. Bodett has also written The Free Fall of Webster Cummings and Norman Tuttle on the Last Frontier.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
The Williwaw by Tom Bodett is about these two kids that are home alone for two weeks while their dad is crab fishing. The boy Ivan is addicted to video games and hooks it up to the two-way radios and breaks them September Ivan¿s sister and Ivan have to get the radios fixed before Friday.(That¿s when their father calls in and checks on them) The parts that I liked is when they did the chores like they were suppose to so that their dad could trust them and not send them to their aunts house. I also liked it when they made a fake dummy to replicate their dad to foul old Mooseburger. The parts that I didn¿t like are when Mooseburger shot at them while fishing for butter clams. Another part that I didn¿t like is when the kids disobeyed their father by going across the bay. (water) This book isn¿t in a series but it should be. The show that this book reminds me of is The Deadliest Catch because they are fishing for crab but almost the same as clams. They have to leave their family for months at a time to earn some money. The people that I think would like this book are people that I like to read and like adventure. This book is also similar to ¿The Voyage of the Frog¿ by Gary Paulsen and the ¿White Water¿ by PJ Peterson. I would give this book four stars because it is really good in following right along in the book. It is also really good in the character talk and in how they are described, their clothing, and their house.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Williwaw is about two kids, September and her younger brother Ivan who lost their mother at a young are. Their dad is out fishing in the Bearing Sea. While he was gone Ivan hooked up his Game Boy to the radios and he destroyed them. The two kids were not allowed to go to town but they had to so they could get the radios fixed. Everything was going good until the day before their dad was supposed to call them. They two were in town and found out that their dad was on his way home to Bag Bay, in their friend, Harry¿s boat.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I usually dont like to read books but once i saw this book it cought my eye and once i started reading it i couldnt put it down. This is a great adventure book. The kids are sly and always are keeping you on your seat as you read beacuse of the adventure they are on.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was good I looked it a bunch. I like the adventure and the setting in the book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was extraoridinary. I loved it! If you want a good adventurous book I recomend this for you.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am an 8th Grader and I read the book for a class it is a great book and I loved it because it was adventurous and I live in AK so I got to find out a little about what is Williwaw and I think Tom Bodett is a good writer because I read this and I am planning on reading more of his books. So read this book because he put a little humor and adventure in it. Hope you enjoy it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is a great one if you are looking for adventure. This book for me is EXCITING. I will recommend this to all readers who like to know what is going to happen next. It also fits in to the modern times and how kids in the north live.