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by Virginia Hamilton, Diane Dillon (Illustrator), Leo Dillon (Illustrator)

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Dreenie Douglass keeps a day-to-day journal that seems to revolve around Bluish, a girl in her fifth-grade class. The other girls call her Bluish because she looks like moonlight "So pale you can see the blue veins on her face and the back of her hands"Dreenie's fascination with Bluish becomes all consuming, causing even her moods to be based on her interactions with


Dreenie Douglass keeps a day-to-day journal that seems to revolve around Bluish, a girl in her fifth-grade class. The other girls call her Bluish because she looks like moonlight "So pale you can see the blue veins on her face and the back of her hands"Dreenie's fascination with Bluish becomes all consuming, causing even her moods to be based on her interactions with the bluish girl. This obsession is a way of escape for Dreenie, who takes care of her sister Winnie and her friend Tuli.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Integrating third-person narrative with entries from fifth-grader Dreenie's journal, Hamilton (Second Cousins) poignantly traces the evolution of an unusual friendship. When she starts a new school, Dreenie feels drawn to a frail classmate named Nathalie, whom everyone calls "Bluish" ("This girl is like moonlight. So pale you see the blue veins all over"). Sitting in her wheelchair, always wearing a cap ("like half a bowl") and carrying a puppy ("Nobody brings a dog to school!"), Bluish at first seems unapproachable, but Dreenie is determined to edge carefully closer. She succeeds at winning the girl's trust while helping to break down the barrier that separates Bluish from the other students. Spare prose expresses each stage of the girls' relationship, which sometimes appears as fragile as Bluish herself. Hamilton effectively weaves in details about Dreenie's Amsterdam Avenue neighborhood in New York, her school and her attention-hungry sidekick, Tulie, adding dimension and solidity to the story. The girl's nickname also introduces an understated exploration of what it means to be different. Readers will come to cherish Dreenie's openheartedness, just as Dreenie comes to cherish her new-found friend. Ages 9-14. (Oct.) Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
Publishers Weekly
When she starts at a new school, Dreenie feels drawn to a frail classmate, whom everyone calls "Bluish." In a starred review, PW said, "Readers will come to cherish Dreenie's openheartedness." Ages 9-12. (June) Fiction REPRINTS Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Gr 5-8-Ten-year-old Dreenie, a recent transfer to a New York City magnet school, is fascinated with her fellow classmate Natalie, a girl battling leukemia. Kids call her Bluish, not a derogatory term for her black and Jewish heritage, "Blewish," but because of the effects of chemotherapy on her skin. Dreenie's other friend, Tuli, is a flamboyant girl who is looking for the stability and normalcy that Dreenie and her family have. Through four weeks in December, these three girls move into a closer circle of friendship, with alternating feelings of fear, generosity, and kindness. Together, they are able to reach out to the rest of the class in accepting and celebrating Bluish as she is. Though her future is uncertain-it will take five years of remission before any assurance-readers are left seeing curly copper hair hiding under her skullcap, delighting her friends and inspiring hope. The narration alternates between Dreenie's journal and a third-person narrator, allowing readers to glimpse the firsthand incredulity of a child witnessing serious illness and also the reaction of a classroom community as it follows the highs and lows of Bluish's health. This structure doesn't always work, and readers may be puzzled when the narrative voice switches from third person to include Dreenie's journal entries. Hamilton occasionally slips into a heavy-handed adult perspective that does not reflect a 10-year-old's experience. At times, topics are introduced but are never fleshed out, such as Tuli's capricious living situation or Dreenie's sister's accusation that Dreenie "sure ain't one of us Anneva and Gerald Browns." A sensitive and quiet story that is not fully realized.-Katie O'Dell Madison, Multnomah County Library, Portland, OR Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
School Library Journal
Gr 4-7-Over the course of four weeks in December, three girls form a close, hard-won friendship in this novel by Virginia Hamilton (Blue Sky Press, 1999). Dreenie, a fifth grader in New York City, comes from a loving home with two parents. Tuli, a biracial girl who pretends to be Latina, needs lots of attention and support from Dreenie. And then there's Natalie. The kids in school call her Bluish because her chemotherapy treatments for leukemia have left her with skin so pale that it looks almost blue. Dreenie is cautious about Natalie at first, reacting to her wheelchair and her prickly dislike of being on the receiving end of anyone's pity. As Dreenie begins to truly empathize with Bluish, the rest of the class begins to follow. The changes in point of view are somewhat confusing when reading the text, but the recording alleviates this problem. Actress Lisa Renee Pitts ably gives each character her own voice, helping to clarify changes in perspective. Tuli is exaggeratedly Latina, Bluish has a tiny and high voice, and Dreenie sounds like a New Yorker. A well-done audiobook dealing with the themes of differences, independence, friendship, and acceptance.-B. Allison Gray, John Jermain Memorial Library, Sag Harbor, NY Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.

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By Virginia Hamilton


Copyright © 1999 Virginia Hamilton
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ISBN: 978-1-4532-4671-9



"Whoop!" Dreenie yelled above the street noise.

She and her little sister were slipping, then sliding, as Dreenie picked their way along the icy sidewalk.

School was out for the day. Bunches of kids, talking loud, were heading over to Broadway.


Like a streak going through Dreenie, reminding her. Pale, glowing, fluttery, was the picture in her mind.

All around, brakes screeched and horns blasted. Cars and taxis slid through the slush.


Dreenie blinked into the hard bits of snow that hit her face. She shouldered her way through throngs of shoppers. Not quite shoving, but pushing through crowds of students and neighborhood folks. Seeing all the holiday decorations up and down Amsterdam Avenue.

Older women of the neighborhood with their shopping carts acted afraid they would be pushed. They went so slow! Dreenie eased around them so her little sister wouldn't tumble into them.

That had happened before. One woman had looked frightened, even though Dreenie had said she was sorry.

Dreenie was muscled and tall for her age. She often looked angry, even when she was not. She could pretend to be really tough. The woman had clutched her purse. It made Dreenie and her little sister feel bad, that someone would think they'd take what didn't belong to them. Worst was seeing Willeva's hurt face.

It was Dreenie's job to keep everything even. Keep Willeva—everybody called her Willie—in place right next to her.

Good, Dreenie thought. Finished with school for the day. She counted the days until holiday time. Not far off now. A couple of weeks. And she took hold of Willie by her coat sleeve, pulling her along.

"Let go of me, Drain!" Willie hollered, trying to break loose. "Who do you think you are, Drain?"

"Don't call me that!" Dreenie warned.

"I know who your mama ain't, Drain," Willie cried. "Because you sure ain't one of us Anneva and Gerald Browns! Drain!"

"One more time," Dreenie warned again. "And stop with the ain't." Why is she such a pain?

She and Willie went to the same school and were two grades apart. Lucky to transfer in, a quarter of the way, with school already started. Her dad thought it'd be a better school for them.

Willie was so smart, the teacher let her sit and "observe," they called it, in the stock market once a week. It was a class full of brainy nerds. Willie was only in third grade, but they even let her pretend she had some stocks of her own in the fifth-grade stock market.

Their school was BCS, Bethune Cookman School, an alternative public school, called a magnet. Kids came to it from all over the city.


Like lightning. Came to Dreenie; and swiftly, Bluish was gone.

Her pal, Tuli, said Bethune was full of arty-darty kids, quick at everything.

Dreenie half admired and was half jealous of them. She would admit that much. There were other, normal kinds of kids. But Tuli tried to be arty-darty, and she tried sometimes to be Spanish, too. She often said funny stuff, like, "Ho-ney, I kid you non." Dreenie frowned, thinking about it. And, "El Esbanish, y Dominicanish, y Newyoricanish are muy cool."

"Tulifoolie," Dreenie called her, sometimes. Tuli knew some Spanish words, and probably got a lot of them wrong!

One time when Tuli had been mamboing down the hall between classes singing, "Chica-chica, chica-chica, do the mambo," and acting older, a girl had said something to her in Spanish.

Tuli had asked, "What?" before she thought to say it in Spanish, "Qué?"

The girl had stared at Tuli. "You give Spanish kids a bad name," she said in English. Then the girl had walked away. Dreenie had heard her.

Tuli had just stood there, Dreenie remembered. All at once, she'd burst into tears.

Dreenie hadn't known what to say. Tuli acted like she knew it all, and no one would've guessed she'd cry. But she did. Finally, Dreenie led Tuli by the arm into the girls' restroom.

"I'm nobody!" Tuli had moaned. And then, roughly, to Dreenie, "Get outta my sight, muchacha!" She was still crying hard.

Dreenie had left her there. She didn't want to get in trouble, too. "Never be where you're not supposed to be" was a school rule. But she'd wished Tuli would stop saying the Spanish words. It was dumb-acting, the way Tuli wanted to be something she wasn't. And Tuli had stayed until somebody had told a teacher she was there. Sitting all sad and alone on the floor of the girls' restroom. Tulifoolie.

At Bethune, you always got found, Dreenie thought, as prickles of snow hit her in the face. Bethune had special classes for girls who lived in a residence just for them near the school. They were the lost and found, her dad said. Tuli said she was going to live there when she was big. "Ho-ney, better than where I live ahora," was what she said. Ahora—now—Tuli lived with her granmom Gilla most of the time. With an aunt sometimes.

And no other school had Willie, who was a pest for sure. Probably a genius, too.

Dreenie marched them along the avenue, worrying that she, herself, was a dumbbell. Thinking, Dad says some girls just show smarts quicker than others. Telling me, "You are as good as it gets—even better!" But what if it's not true? Dreenie thought. What if he's wrong?

Getting ready to feel—down! All the time having to watch out for Willie, until Mommy gets home. Six-thirty, Dreenie thought. Mommy out in the night. Afraid sometimes something'll happen to Mommy. This big city!

It was a long time to wait. Dreenie knew that she wouldn't feel like doing homework. And no TV until the homework was done. She didn't dare turn it on or Willie would tell. She felt down, like she'd lost her puppy or something. Saw herself hugging a little pooch, and watched it disappear. Only she didn't own a puppy. She wished she did. She sure wanted one. She thought, If I lost a puppy, it'd feel the way I do now.


All the time in Dreenie's head. Fit her mood. This girl.

Through all the street noise, worrying about Willie, her shadow.


This girl and her dog, Lucky.

If a girl was blind, she could bring a dog to school. But no one was blind in their school, not even Bluish. This girl's puppy wasn't any Seeing Eye dog, either. Might- could be the girl was just spoiled, put-on.

Bluish. Moonlight.

Like, you see moonlight in the city? Yeah, sure. As if! But you can lean out the window and see the moon once in a while. Bluish moon. You see it in movies. Haven't seen anything quite her shade of pale.

"Ain't you hungry?" Willie said suddenly, shoving into Dreenie so she would slow down and talk to her. Dreenie knew all her tricks. "Can't we have some hot chocolate?"

"I'll make you some when we get home," Dreenie told her. Their mom didn't like them fooling around on Amsterdam when school was out.

"I'm not talking about the kind you make. I'm talking about good hot chocolate."

Dreenie didn't even give her sister a look. She was watching the avenue. And thinking, Pale moonlight. Scary Bluish.

How many times has this girl been to class since I started at Bethune? I've seen her with her puppy a few times. And then without her puppy. I want to hold her puppy! She'd seen Bluish outside after school. The bus with the lift had taken her and the puppy away.

Bitter, damp cold swept over them as Dreenie and Willie rushed along. There were deep, slushy pools at the curbs. They had to be careful, or the cars would spray it up on the sidewalk and all over them. Taking forever to get home!

"Swear to goodness, I wouldn't drive in this mess if you paid me!" she said to Willie.

"Can't even drive!" Willie laughed. "Ha-ha, you ain't even old enough! It ain't even really snowing yet, though," Willie added.

"What do you call this mess in my face, then?" Dreenie asked. "And will you quit it with the ain't stuff? It sounds so dumb."

"Ain't is a word, so why not use it?" Willie said, triumphantly.

"It didn't used to be, until some dumb dictionary put it in it."

"Zounds, that's messed up! 'Dictionary, put it in it.'" Willie snickered. "Dictionaries don't put words in it. People do."

"You better shut up, or I'll hex you!" Dreenie warned.

At once, Willie stopped. Her mouth turned down.

Scaring her little sister. It served her right. Willie's talking drove her crazy. She had Willie believing she could put a magic spell on her.

"Here's something you don't know," Willie said, getting her courage back. "The word hexagram. It's a six-sided star the Pennsylvania Dutch painted on their barns. You know why? To ward off bad vibes. But now it's just decoration. Sometimes called a hex sign."

"Will you quit?" Dreenie yelled. "I do not care to hear it!"

Willie thought she was so smart. She turned out dictionary stuff without even looking it up. Just from memory.

"I'm going to tell. You're being mean to me again." Willie began to whine. "Mommy'll give you kitchen duty for a week."

Just once, Willie had gotten the nerve to tell on her. Dreenie did get extra kitchen duty for a week. So then Dreenie had held her breath so long, her eyes bugged out and her face turned purple. Scared Willie half to death. But that was the only time.

There were kids in school who could take a million deep breaths and then fall to the floor. But to do that, you had to have friends there to catch you, ease you down. And Dreenie was still new in school. She didn't have a lot of friends. Well, maybe she had one. And she knew that any minute her so-called new best friend might catch up with them. Dreenie braced herself.



You could hear Tuli coming a block away. Singing. Sounded like, "Chica-chica, chica-chica, boom-may, bahm-ba!" Over and over. Coming at Dreenie's back.

"Chica-chica-chica!" Screams, and Tuli, Tuli-sound, in the midst of all the street noise, cars, trucks, and horns." Mira, ho-ney, I eh-saw you looking at you-know-who! You better be-have yourself, or I'll tell your mah-me!" Herself a holiday decoration, laughing and getting the boys to look at her.

Some kids didn't like her. They thought she was making fun of the Spanish kids. And Tuli liked to act older, too.

Most of the girls liked her hair—brown with lighter streaks, long over her shoulders and bright in the dull day. Just the springiest curls, and she swung them from side to side as she walked, for all to see. They were like her own private jingle bells.

Tulifoolie. A year and a half older than Dreenie but in the same fifth grade.

Tuli never stopped jumping, shoving, hugging, running, talking. And most of the kids enjoyed her bopping sillies.

"Chica-chica, chica-chica, I see you, Joey! Oh, you got a girlfren'! A little chica- chica-dee tole me. Don't you lie!"

And Tuli screaming, screaming, chased by Joey as he yelled, "Girl, I'm goin' get you good!"

"Tuli, you better quit it!" someone'd yelled. Tuli this and Tuli that, up and down the avenue— Dreenie could hear them close behind her now.

"Tuli! Where'd you get the ankle boots, Tuli?"

"Ho-ney, I got frens, I got my ways—y mucho mas, splendido, girlfren'!" Chica-chica-chica. Eleven years old, but acting like a teenager.

Dreenie and Willie were at the intersection. "Watch out, Willie," Dreenie warned her sister. "There might be ice under the slush." But Dreenie never got a chance to tell Willie to watch out for Tuli.

"Hooo!" Tuli was there. "I'm right wit you, chiquita, Willie! WILL-EEE!" Tuli slid by them. "HEY ...!" She was yelling at the top of her lungs, "HELP, WILL—I AM GO ... ING!" And she went sailing off the curb into the crosswalk.

Tuli hit the slush below the curb with both feet. She made a big splash all over Dreenie's coat. Unable to move, Dreenie stood there, looking down at the mess Tuli had made. She felt the wet slide down her coat and onto her tights.

Seconds later, Tuli slipped, and her feet flew out from under her. "Ahhhh!" she cried out. "Ohhhh, my tailbone!" She lay flat on her back in the middle of the intersection. Her books were still clutched in her arms. A few loose papers sailed through the icy air and settled down on top of her.

"Oh, girl! Tuli!" Dreenie cried. She and Willie ran to her.

Tuli stared up at the bleak, after-school sky. Trying to figure if she should cry or show off, Dreenie thought.

"Get up, girl," Dreenie said. "Come on, are you hurt? We'll go to my house."

Tuli grinned. She loved going to Dreenie's house. She must not've been hurt, Dreenie thought.

"You look very comfortable there, darlin'. You taking a rest?" It was a crossing-guard woman, walking over to them.

Sheepishly, Tuli grinned.

"Come on, Tuli, shoot!" Dreenie said.

"Young lady, the light is going to change any minute. If you're okay, get up," the guard told Tuli. She glanced at the light, gave Tuli the once-over.

"I think I'm okay," Tuli said easily, getting up. And to Dreenie, "I coulda been hurt. You don't care! I was looking for you guys up ahead, an'en, there you were!" She was steady on her feet now. "I'm all wet," she said, looking into Dreenie's eyes.

Now I'll have to take care of her, too, Dreenie was thinking. "Come on," she said. "Take your books. I'm not carrying them."

"Okay," Tuli said. She looked all disheveled but happy.

"Wow, Tuli, that was a good one!" Willie said.

"Gracias, for inviting me over," Tuli said shyly, to Willie. "Thanks, Dreenie."

Not exactly inviting you, Dreenie thought, but she didn't say it. "Come on," she told Tuli. "You hold on to Willie for a while."

"Ain't nobody needs to hold on to me!" Willie said. But she liked Tuli. Tuli was older and paid attention to her.

"Come on, chiquita, you don't want to fall like me, eh? Bueno, then. Hold on to my arm, I'll hold my books."

They went home that way, with Dreenie just ahead of them, glancing back often and telling them to be careful.

"Hokay, ho-ney, we take care. Cuidado!"

"Tuli, shut up," Dreenie said. Thinking, It does sound like she's making fun of Spanish people. Why can't she be herself?

They turned off of Amsterdam, going west on the street where Dreenie's family lived. Dreenie's building didn't have anything fancy, like a uniformed doorman. It had Mr. Palmer, who stood at the door from the time school was out to 10:00 P.M., when the grown-ups were home. Sometimes Mr. Palmer opened the door for people if they had groceries or were older.

The building had double outer doors and a large space before the inner locked doors. Dreenie had her key, always on a cord around her neck. Willie had an extra one in a plastic envelope taped to the inside bottom of her lunch box. In case Dreenie's got lost somehow. It never had.

Mr. Palmer watched as Dreenie unlocked the door.

"Whyn't he ever open it for yous?" Tuli muttered.

"We're supposed to open it with our own keys," Willie said.

Dreenie said nothing.

Mr. Palmer held the door open for them once she'd unlocked it. "Student ladies," he said.

"Hi, Mr. Palmer," both Dreenie and Willie said. They felt the warmth from the radiators and were happy to be inside.

Tuli was looking around at everything in the lobby, the way she always did. When they were in the elevator, she said, "Can't get over it. They put that little Christmas tree and lights and stuff right on that pretty table. And with pretty presents all under the tree? And nobody takes nothing? Ho-ney, hush!"

"Those packages are just for decoration," Dreenie told her. "They're empty boxes."

They went up to the third floor. Dreenie had her key ready. At number 3F, she unlocked the door and let them in. Once inside, she led them to the room she shared with Willie.

"So nice!" Tuli said to them. "You get to have your own room." Tuli always said this when she came to Dreenie's apartment.

Someday, to have her very own room by herself, and in their own house, was another one of Dreenie's most secret wishes.

"Take off those wet clothes before you sit, Tuli. You can leave on your sweater,"-Dreenie said. "I'll put them in the dryer so you can wear them home." She took out some pajama bottoms for Tuli to wear.

"I can put my things in the dryer," Tuli said.

"Just ... entertain Willie."

"Yeah!" said Willie. "Entertain me with some food!"

"I can make her something," Tuli called. Dreenie knew Tuli would love to get into the things in the kitchen.


Excerpted from Bluish by Virginia Hamilton. Copyright © 1999 Virginia Hamilton. Excerpted by permission of OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA.
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Meet the Author

The books of Virginia Hamilton (1934-2002), which combined African-American and Native-American lore with contemporary stories and characters, are memorable not only for their inventiveness and rich characterizations, but also for their ability to evoke a wide variety of times, places, and historical figures. She wrote and published more than 40 books — including Zeely, The People Could Fly, and Cousins — and won every major award in youth literature.

Brief Biography

Date of Birth:
March 12, 1936
Date of Death:
February 19, 2002
Place of Birth:
Yellow Springs, Ohio
Place of Death:
Yellow Springs, Ohio
Attended Antioch College, Ohio State University, and the New School for Social Research

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Bluish 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book os so open hearted . Dreenie can accoplish any thing and I love natilie. These characters in the story share what it is like to be different:-D
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