The Silver Spoon of Solomon Snowby Kaye Umansky, Scott Nash (Illustrator)
In a wretched hovel at the top of a moor lives a boy named Solomon Snow. Each day he slaves for Ma and Pa Scubbins's laundry service, and each night he slurps down a bowl of vegetable slop/b>
Readers will laugh out loud at this daft and clever account of a foundling who sets out in search of his destiny, only to encounter some woeful misadventures along the way.
In a wretched hovel at the top of a moor lives a boy named Solomon Snow. Each day he slaves for Ma and Pa Scubbins's laundry service, and each night he slurps down a bowl of vegetable slop, wishing only for the luxury of a spoon. Imagine poor Solly's surprise when he learns that he's actually a flounder - er, foundling - dumped ten years ago on the Scubbinses' doorstep in a (laundry) basket, with a silver spoon right in his mouth! The utensil was long ago pawned by Pa, but that doesn't stop Solly from setting out in search of his spoon, his real parents, and his rightful inheritance. Joining him on his quest are a pair of unlikely companions: a bossy, pointy-nosed writer named Prudence and the insufferable Infant Prodigy, a circus performer with some well-practiced tricks up her sleeve.
Will Solly finally locate his spoon, and have to wear velvet pantaloons? Prepare for a preposterous ending sure to surprise and delight the Intelligent Reader as much as it does our intrepid hero.
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The Silver Spoon of Solomon Snow
By Kaye Umansky
Copyright © 2005
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"You sold my clothes?"
Solly's voice came out in a strangled squeak.
"They wasn't strictly your clothes, Son," said Pa. "You was a babby. They was too big for you."
"Still! They were in my basket. My clothes. My basket. Wasn't there anything else there? Any sort of clue to my identity? A note? An embroidered hankie? Didn't you even make inquiries?"
"No, Son. Brutally speakin', you was just plain dumped," said his father. "And we took you in, out of the kindness of our 'earts."
"And because you needed the basket."
"Well, yes, there was that."
"There must have been something," insisted Solly. "It was snowing. Wasn't I wrapped in a shawl or anything?"
"Nope. Just the cloth."
"Cloth? What cloth?"
"That bit of old cloth you drag around with you. It was newer then, o' course."
"I was wrapped in my crumb-catching cloth?"
Well, well. It was all coming out now. Solly snatched up his cloth, which had fallen to the floor. He stood turning it over in his hands. Just a plain, blank square, fraying a little on one edge, with a couple of stubborn grease stains that wouldn't come out. No clues there.
"How old was I at the time?" he demanded.
"Well, we don't know, do we?" sniffed his mother. "I do know you was teethin', because you had the spoon in yer mouth -- "
She stopped and clapped her hand to her mouth again.
"Spoon?" said Solly. "What spoon?"
"Now see," muttered Pa Scubbins to his wife. "That's another can o' worms you've opened up."
"Oh, he might as well know it all," cried Ma Scubbins. She raised her sodden face to Solly. "There was a spoon, Son. A fancy silver spoon. You was suckin' on it."
I can't believe this, thought Solly. Revelation after revelation! Doorstep, snow, basket, fancy clothes - and now a spoon?
THE SILVER SPOON OF SOLOMON SNOW by Kaye Umansky. Copyright (c) 2005 by Kaye Umansky. Published by Candlewick Press, Inc., Cambridge, MA.
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Meet the Author
Kaye Umansky taught in elementary schools for twelve years, specializing in music and drama. In her spare time, she sang and played keyboards with a semi-professional soul band. Now a full-time author, Kaye Umansky has written many delightful and humorous books for young readers. She says, "A while ago, I went on a 're-read Charles Dickens binge.' Inspired, I cried, 'I can do that!' I couldn't. What came out was SOLOMON SNOW." She lives in London.
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So exciting to find a children's book with a great plot and interesting, unpredictable characters. My 8 year old daughter and I couldn't put it down. This was an intoxicating breath of fresh air - a welcome break from the cliches and boredom common in much of children's literature!