Orbiting Jupiter by Gary D. Schmidt (English) Hardcover Book

Description: Orbiting Jupiter by Gary D. Schmidt, Professor Gary D. Schmidt Jack, 12, tells the gripping story of Joseph, 14, who joins his family as a foster child. Damaged in prison, Joseph wants nothing more than to find his baby daughter, Jupiter, whom he has never seen. When Joseph has begun to believe hell have a future, he is confronted by demons from his past that force a tragic sacrifice. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description In this riveting novel, two boys discover the true meaning of family and the sacrifices it requires.Two-time Newbery Honor winner Gary D. Schmidt delivers the shattering story of Joseph, a father at thirteen, who has never seen his daughter, Jupiter. After spending time in a juvenile facility, hes placed with a foster family on a farm in rural Maine. Here Joseph, damaged and withdrawn, meets twelve-year-old Jack, who narrates the account of the troubled, passionate teen who wants to find his baby at any cost. When Jack meets his new foster brother, he knows three things about him: Joseph almost killed a teacher.He was incarcerated at a place called Stone Mountain.He has a daughter. Her name is Jupiter. And he has never seen her.What Jack doesnt know, at first, is how desperate Joseph is to find his baby girl. Or how urgently he, Jack, will want to help.But the past cant be shaken off. Even as new bonds form, old wounds reopen. The search for Jupiter demands more from Jack than he can imagine.This tender, heartbreaking novel is Gary D. Schmidt at his best. He is the author of the Printz Honor and Newbery Honor Book Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy; Okay for Now, a National Book Award finalist; and The Wednesday Wars, a Newbery Honor Book, among his many acclaimed novels for young readers. Author Biography Gary D. Schmidt is the best-selling author of Okay for Now, the Newbery Honor and Printz Honor book Lizzie Bright and the Buckminster Boy, and the Newbery Honor book The Wednesday Wars. He lives in Alto, Michigan, and is a professor of English at Calvin College in Grand Rapids. Review "The ending is bittersweet but as satisfying as a two-box-of-tissues tearjerker can possibly be (in the realm of juvenile fiction, Schmidt is the master of the emotional gut-punch)." -- Horn Book Magazine"Told in Jacks spare, direct first-person voice, this storys style demonstrates the beautify of simplicity as it delineates the lives of its characters, each as superbly realized as the tumultuous New England setting." -- Booklist (starred review)"The matter-of-fact narrative voice ensures that the tragic plot never overhwlms this wrenching tale of growth and loss." -- School Library Journal (starred review)"A powerful story about second chances, all the more devastating because not everyone gets one." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review)#9 Autumn 2015 -- Kids Indie Next list Review Quote "The ending is bittersweet but as satisfying as a two-box-of-tissues tearjerker can possibly be (in the realm of juvenile fiction, Schmidt is the master of the emotional gut-punch)." -- Horn Book Magazine "Told in Jacks spare, direct first-person voice, this storys style demonstrates the beautify of simplicity as it delineates the lives of its characters, each as superbly realized as the tumultuous New England setting." -- Booklist (starred review) "The matter-of-fact narrative voice ensures that the tragic plot never overhwlms this wrenching tale of growth and loss." -- School Library Journal (starred review) "A powerful story about second chances, all the more devastating because not everyone gets one." -- Publishers Weekly (starred review) #9 Autumn 2015 -- Kids Indie Next list Excerpt from Book one "Before you agree to have Joseph come live with you," Mrs. Stroud said, "there are one or two things you ought to understand." She took out a State of Maine Department of Health and Human Services folder and laid it on the kitchen table. My mother looked at me for a long time. Then she looked at my father. He put his hand on my back. "Jack should know what were getting into, same as us," he said. He looked down at me. "Maybe you more than anyone." My mother nodded, and Mrs. Stroud opened the folder. This is what she told us. Two months ago, when Joseph was at Adams Lake Juvenile, a kid gave him something bad in the boys bathroom. He went into a stall and swallowed it. After a long time, his teacher came looking for him. When she found him, he screamed. She said hed better come out of that stall right now. He screamed again. She said hed better come out of that stall right now unless he wanted more trouble. So he did. Then he tried to kill her. They sent Joseph to Stone Mountain, even though he did what he did because the kid gave him something bad and he swallowed it. But that didnt matter. They sent him to Stone Mountain anyway. He wont talk about what happened to him there. But since he left Stone Mountain, he wont wear anything orange. He wont let anyone stand behind him. He wont let anyone touch him. He wont go into rooms that are too small. And he wont eat canned peaches. "Hes not very big on meatloaf either," said Mrs. Stroud, and she closed the State of Maine Department of Health and Human Services folder. "Hell eat my mothers canned peaches," I said. Mrs. Stroud smiled. "Well see," she said. Then she put her hand on mine. "Jack, your parents know this, and you should too. Theres something else about Joseph." "What?" I said. "He has a daughter." I felt my fathers hand against my back. "Shes almost three months old, but hes never seen her. Thats one of the biggest heartbreaks in this case." Mrs. Stroud handed the folder to my mother. "Mrs. Hurd, Ill leave this with you. Read it, and then you can decide. Call me in a few days if . . ." "Weve talked this over," said my mother. "We already know." "Are you sure?" My mother nodded. "Were sure," my father said. Mrs. Stroud looked at me. "How about you, Jack?" My fathers hand still against my back. "How soon can he come?" I said. *** Two days later, on Friday, Mrs. Stroud brought Joseph home. He looked like a regular eighth-grade kid at Eastham Middle School. Black eyes, black hair almost over his eyes, a little less than middle for height, a little less than middle for weight, sort of middle for everything else. He really could have been any other eighth-grade kid at Eastham Middle School. Except he had a daughter. And he wouldnt look at you when he talked--if he talked. He didnt say a thing when he got out of Mrs. Strouds car. He wouldnt let my mother hug him. He wouldnt shake my fathers hand. And when I brought him up to our room, he threw his stuff on the top bunk and climbed up and still didnt say anything. I got in the bunk below him and read some until my father called us for milking. In the Big Barn, Joseph and I tore up three bales and filled the bins--I told him you have to fill the bin in the Small Barn for Quintus Sertorius first because hes an old horse and doesnt like to wait--and then we went back to the cows in the tie-up to milk. My father said Joseph could watch but after today hed be helping. Joseph stood with his back against the wall. When the cows turned and looked at him, they didnt say a thing. Not even Dahlia. They kept pulling on the hay and chewing, like they do. That means they thought he was okay. When my father got to Rosie, he asked Joseph if hed like to try milking her. Joseph shook his head. "Shes gentle. Shed let anyone milk her." Joseph didnt say anything. Still, after my father was done and hed taken a couple of full buckets out to the cooler, Joseph went up behind Rosie and reached out and rubbed the end of her back, right above her tail. He didnt know that Rosie loved anyone who rubbed her rump, so when she mooed and swayed her behind, Joseph took a couple of quick steps back. I said, "Shes just telling you shes--" "I dont care," said Joseph, and he left the barn. The next morning, though, when the three of us went out to the Big Barn to milk, Joseph went to Rosie first, and he reached out and rubbed her rump again. And Rosie told Joseph she loved him. That was the first time I saw Joseph smile. Sort of. Joseph had never touched a cows rump before. Or her teat even. Really. So he was terrible at milking. And even though I kept rubbing her rump while Joseph was being terrible at milking, Rosie got pretty frustrated, and finally she kicked over the pail because Joseph didnt have his leg out in front of hers. It didnt matter much because there was hardly any milk in it anyway. Joseph stood up just when my father came in. My father looked at the pail and the spilled milk. Then at Joseph. "I think theres something you need to finish there, Joseph," he said. "You need milk this bad, theres probably a store where you can get some like normal people," he said. It was the longest string of words hed said. "I dont need the milk," said my father. He pointed at Rosie. "But she needs you to milk her." "She doesnt need me to--" "She needs you." My father stacked his two pails to the side, then righted Josephs pail underneath Rosie. "Sit down on the stool," he said. It took a few seconds, but Joseph came and sat down, and my father knelt beside him and reached beneath Rosie. "Ill show you again. With your thumb and forefinger, you pinch off the top--like this, and then let your fingers strip the milk down--like this." A squirt of milk against the metal side. Another. Another. Then my father stood. A few seconds. More than a few. Then Joseph reached under and tried. Nothing. "Thumb and forefinger tight, then run down your other fingers." Joseph tried again. My father took over rubbing Rosies rump. She mooed once, and then the squirting began. It was slow and not all that steady, but Joseph was milking, and soon the sound in the pail wasnt the sound of milk on metal, but that foamy sound of milk in milk. My father looked at me and smiled. Then he went around behind Joseph to pick up the pails hed stacked. And-- bang! --Joseph leaped up as if something had exploded beneath him. His pail got knocked over again and the stool and Rosie mooed her afraid moo and Joseph stood with his back against the barn wall with his hands up, and even though he usually didnt look at anyone he was looking at us and breathing fast and hard, like there wasnt enough air in the whole wide world to breathe! My father looked at him, and I could see something in my fathers eyes Id never seen before. Sadness, I guess. "Im sorry, Joseph. Ill try to remember," he said. He bent down and picked up his pails. "Ill finish here. You boys better go back to the house and get washed up. Jack, tell Mom Ill be a few minutes." It was almost dawn when we went outside, Joseph and me. The peaks to the west were lit up and spilling some of the light down their sides and onto our fields, all harvested and turned and ready for the long winter. You could smell the cold air and the wood smoke. The pond had broken panes of ice on the edges, enough to annoy the geese, and from the Small Barn you could hear Quintus Sertorius at his grain, snorting in his bin. Rosie mooed inside the barn. Everywhere in the gray yard, color was filling in--the red barns, the green shutters, the green trim on the house and the ye Details ISBN054446222X Author Professor Gary D. Schmidt Short Title ORBITING JUPITER Pages 192 Language English ISBN-10 054446222X ISBN-13 9780544462229 Media Book Format Hardcover DEWEY FIC Residence Alto, MI, US Affiliation Calvin College Imprint Houghton Mifflin Place of Publication Boston, MA Country of Publication United States Year 2015 Publication Date 2015-10-06 AU Release Date 2015-10-06 NZ Release Date 2015-10-06 US Release Date 2015-10-06 UK Release Date 2015-10-06 Audience Age 12 Publisher Houghton Mifflin Audience Teenage / Young adult Imprint US Clarion Books Publisher US HarperCollins We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:95715999;

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