Here Lies Linc

Here Lies Linc

by Delia Ray

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ISBN-13: 9780375898440
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 08/23/2011
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Lexile: 800L (what's this?)
File size: 5 MB
Age Range: 9 - 12 Years

About the Author

When DELIA RAY was little, she and her sister and their cousin invented the Brave Girl Club as a way to make the long, hot summers in Tidewater, Virginia, a little more exciting. They dared each other to perform all sorts of daunting challenges—swims across an algae-covered, snake-infested pond, for example, or solo trips to the second story of an old, abandoned farmhouse hidden deep in the woods. Delia says she still uses her Brave Girl training today whenever she's conducting research for her books, which have taken her on adventures from the Yukon Territory in Canada to cemeteries spread across the state of Iowa. Between adventures, Delia lives in a house overlooking the Iowa River with her husband, three daughters, and a strange-looking mutt named Griff, who came from the animal shelter and provided the inspiration for C.B. in this book. Here Lies Linc is Delia's third novel for young readers.


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Plainview Junior High was supposed to be a fresh start for me. But it’s hard to start fresh when kids keep asking you questions about your past. During the first week of school at least ten kids had tried to strike up conversations.

They always started the same way.

“You’re new, right? Where’re you from?”

“I’m from around here.”

“Then how come I’ve never seen you before? Which elementary school did you go to?”

“Uh . . . you’ve probably never heard of it,” I’d say. “It’s really small.”

“Oh, you mean Washington Elementary? Or Kennedy?”

“No. . . .”

“Well, which one?”

“Uh—”

“Which one?”

“Well, it’s called the Home-Away-from-Homeschool. A retired professor runs it out of her basement. It’s sort of like a homeschool . . . but, you know, away from home. There were only a few of us. . . .”

That’s about the time their ten pairs of eyes would cloud over and their ten pairs of feet would find an excuse to shuffle away.

And that’s about the time I started to think that maybe I had made a big mistake switching to public school. Part of me wished I was back in Dr. Lindstrom’s stuffy basement with the other oddball university professors’ kids who made up the Ho-Hos. That’s what Dr. Lindstrom had called us—the Ho-Hos, short for Home-Away-From-Homeschoolers.

Next to the typical Ho-Ho—like Sebastian, who could list every ancient Egyptian ruler back to King Khufu and wrote his name in hieroglyphics on the top of all his papers, or Vladka, who came from Russia and hardly ever spoke above a whisper and could multiply five-digit numbers in her head—I felt downright ordinary. I had transferred to Plainview hoping to find more regular kids like me. Lottie had always said if I really wanted, I could switch schools once junior high rolled around. But after just a few days at Plainview, I began to realize that I must be a full-fledged Ho-Ho after all, with extra cream filling on the side.

Still, I kept trying to fit in, and I was doing a pretty good job of it until the end of September, when Mr. Oliver made his surprise announcement in American Studies class.

That afternoon’s lecture on the settlement of the Midwest territories hadn’t exactly been riveting. So to entertain myself, I had grabbed a Kleenex from the box on the windowsill beside my desk and, like a surgeon, gotten busy dissecting the tissue into two see-through layers. Once the dissection was complete, I tuned back in, just in time to hear Mr. Oliver say, “And listen up, people! I’ve got some good news. Next week you’ll actually have a chance to see where some of our city’s most famous settlers are buried, because we’re all going on a field trip to Oakland Cemetery.”

While the rest of the kids whooped and high-fived over the prospect of missing class for a day, I froze in my seat, trying to make sense of the weird coincidence.

But Mr. Oliver wasn’t finished.

“And, people . . . ,” he said, pausing for effect while We the People waited, “here’s the best part. I’ve managed to convince one of the nation’s premier cemetery experts to come over from the university and lead our tour. Her name is Professor Charlotte Landers.”

Lottie.

Why didn’t she tell me?

If the sport of blushing could be an Olympic event, I’d win the gold medal. I’ve always turned beet red without a second’s notice, even over dumb stuff like having to answer “Here” during attendance or if a halfway-decent girl happens to look in my direction or if Lottie sends me to the grocery store for something embarrassing like diarrhea medicine or dandruff shampoo.

So obviously, as soon as Mr. Oliver called out my mother’s name, I felt my cheeks start to turn the color of raw hamburger. I grabbed a dissected tissue from my desk and pretended to blow my nose, bracing myself for the next part of the announcement, the part when Mr. Oliver would tell everyone that the graveyard expert’s son was, in fact, a member of our very own fifth-period class. I waited with my face buried in the wad of Kleenex, praying for the blood to hurry up and drain back to where it belonged, into my overactive arteries and capillaries and veins.

A few more long seconds passed, and when I didn’t hear my name called, I lifted my face out of the tissues, inch by inch, and looked around the room. But Mr. Oliver had already turned back to the blackboard, and the kids in the next row were busy copying down details of a new assignment. I slumped back in my desk with relief. . . . Nobody knew. For some reason Lottie must not have told Mr. Oliver that she was my mother. And since we had different last names, no one had any idea that we were even related.

Still, by the time school ended that day, the upcoming field trip had lodged itself like a splinter in my brain. The timing couldn’t have been worse. Right when the Ho-Ho questions were starting to die down, now this—Lottie leading my class on a tour of the graveyard. It’s not that I didn’t love my mother. I loved her more than anything. It’s just that she was kind of . . . kind of unusual. The way she thought and talked and dressed, everything about her was different from other moms. I knew the kids in my class weren’t prepared for the likes of Lottie Landers.

She called home that night to check on me—from some tiny town on the coast of Rhode Island where she was spending a week of research in an old slave cemetery. This would be the longest Lottie had ever been gone, and she had insisted on hiring one of her graduate students to “take care of” me while she was away, even though I had become pretty good at running things around the house over the past few years. Luckily I had barely seen the guy since he’d shown up on our doorstep with his four bags of laundry the day before.

I wanted to interrogate Lottie about the field trip the minute I picked up the phone, but I forced myself to hold back until she had finished telling me about how her research was going. I couldn’t remember the last time she had sounded so excited.

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Here Lies Linc 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really liked his book it was entertaning but hated the way the book ended
ChristianR on LibraryThing 22 days ago
Linc is trying to find a way to fit in in his new school, but it's not easy when you live right next to a graveyard, your father is dead, and your mother can be a more than a little strange. So when the class is assigned a project to learn about someone buried in the cemetery, he finds himself telling the popular boys that he can get the key to a vault they're studying and help them break in. Meanwhile, he decides to disprove the superstition of a curse on the Black Angel gravesite. Finally, he's freaked out that a new friend has chosen the grave of someone whose last name is the same as his own unusual and mysterious middle name that he shared with his father. There's only one really creepy cemetery scene. Otherwise, the cemetery seems like a fascinating place. The characters in the book were interesting and likable.
porch_reader on LibraryThing 22 days ago
My fifth-grade son read this book for school and recommended it to me. I'm so glad that he did. [Here Lies Linc] is a story about Linc, a boy who lives near Oakland Cemetery. Linc's mother is a history professor specializing in burial rights and customs at the University of Iowa. His father, who died suddenly when Linc was seven, is interred in a columbarium in Oakland Cemetery. Linc is no stranger to cemeteries, but as he starts his first year of junior high, he just wants to be a normal kid. That's why he can't believe that the first field trip of the year is going to take him to Oakland Cemetery on a tour led by his mom. Linc manages to survive the field trip (despite a classic embarassing moment), but he and his friends aren't quite done with Oakland Cemetery. As they research some of the people buried there, Linc finds himself uncovering secrets that circle closer and closer to his own family. Ray keeps the pages turning by weaving together multiple storylines. Suspense and tension build as Linc navigates the challenges of the middle school and the mysteries waiting to be solved. My son and I both loved this book. It is a well-paced story, gradually building to its final crescendo. Ray's characters feel real. Whether it is a middle school football star, a middle-aged widow, or an elderly neighbor, each voice is pitch perfect. This book would be perfect to recommend to any 4th-6th graders in your life, and you might even want to try it yourself!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
How long is the book
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ths book is amazing!! I love it!! I hope you love it as much as i did!! From a curse to no curse at all!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is an amazing book nice work delia ray!!!!
Mbrennan More than 1 year ago
Here Lies Linc is a great story about the Black Angel!!! It is a fast read. I hope you like it as much as i did!! And if you do like it try other books from this author, Singing Hands, and Ghost Girl!