A Snicker of Magic

A Snicker of Magic

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Overview


NARRATOR: Cassandra Morris

FORMAT: 7 CDs, Unabridged



Midnight Gulch used to be a magical place, a town where people could sing up thunderstorms and dance up sunflowers. But that was long ago, before a curse drove the magic away. Twelve-year-old Felicity knows all about things like that; her nomadic mother is cursed with a wandering heart.



But when she arrives in Midnight Gulch, Felicity thinks her luck's about to change. A "word collector," Felicity sees words everywhere---shining above strangers, tucked into church eves, and tangled up her dog's floppy ears---but Midnight Gulch is the first place she's ever seen the word "home." And then there's Jonah, a mysterious, spiky-haired do-gooder who shimmers with words Felicity's never seen before, words that make Felicity's heart beat a little faster.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780545706797
Publisher: Scholastic, Inc.
Publication date: 02/25/2014
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 5.90(h) x 1.10(d)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author


Natalie Lloyd lives in Chattanooga, Tennessee. She collects old books, listens to bluegrass music, and loves exploring quirky mountain towns with her dog, Biscuit. A SNICKER OF MAGIC is her first novel.

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From A Snicker of Magic

Mama slowed the van and leaned her arm across me. "Take a look, June Bug. We're here." She pointed to a sign that somebody'd painted up and shoved sideways into the hillside. A flickering spotlight shone up at the words:

Midnight Gulch, Tennessee

A Proper Place to Call Home

"Used to read different, before they painted over it," Mama said. "It used to say—"

"A magical place to call home." I whispered. I didn't need her to tell me. I could already see the word, MAGICAL, shining as bright as sunshine-letters, even through all those layers of paint. I could see other words too. The stars above us spelled out:

summer

wonder

homespun

I heard a poem tangled up inside a rush of the midnight songs the crickets were whistling:

Finally,

At last,

Forever, and now,

Here you are.

I didn't say another word to Mama that night, but I could feel something good even then: the YES in my heart, the swirling-around in my belly, the prickly, tingling all the way from the freckle on my finger to the tip of my pinky-toe. That much wonderful could only mean one thing:

There was still magic in Midnight Gulch.

This is how I turned it loose . . .

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