After her grampa dies, the last place Libby expects to see him is sitting on the edge of her bed. But that’s what happens the night after the funeral. Even more surprising is that Grampa has three important things to tell her: first, that she isn’t alone or forgotten—“The dead ain’t never that far from the living,” he says; second, that she has “the Sight”—the ability to see family members who have died; and third, that there is something special just for her in the lake. Something that could help her and her father—if she can find it. Libby and Grampa try to help her father heal from his grief, but it will take all of Libby’s courage and her gift of Sight to convince her father that the dead are never truly gone.Never That Far is set in the lush, rural landscape of central Florida and is a story that celebrates friendship, hope, and the power of family love.
|Publisher:||Shadow Mountain Publishing|
|Product dimensions:||5.60(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.80(d)|
|Age Range:||8 - 12 Years|
About the Author
Carol Lynch Williams, who grew up in Florida and now lives in the West, is an award-winning novelist with five daughters and one grandson. She has an MFA in writing for children and young adults from Vermont College, and she won the prestigious PEN/Phyllis Naylor Working Writer Fellowship. The Chosen One was named one of the ALA's Quick Picks for Reluctant Young Adult Readers and Best Books for Young Adult Readers and was featured on numerous lists of recommended YA fiction. Carol's other novels include Messenger, Glimpse, Miles from Ordinary, The Haven, Waiting, and the Just in Time series.
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I wanted to reach out and touch Grampa's glow, but thought better of it. What if it burned? What if it killed me? Worse yet, what if my touching him made Grampa leave--or woke me from this dream? We sat quiet a minute. From outside came the voices of frogs singing rain-songs and crickets calling out to friends. Grampa wiggled around some, like he was getting settled. His glow went out big, then came down soft around the edges once he seemed comfortable. "You done what I said?" he asked after a while. I stared at him until my eyeballs burned. He seemed real enough. I give myself a pinch in the dark. It smarted. Seemed I was awake. "What do you mean?" I said. "You been searching out to the lake for what I left ya?" I blinked, cooling down my eyes. "Naw, Grampa. I been down there today, though. Sat there some. Just breathing." I had a pink sunburn on my face and shoulders and back to prove it. "That's all right, I guess," Grampa said. He slid up the bed to where I sat. He bent toward me, and the good smells of bacon with a rind and coffee with sweetened condensed milk came with him. "You leaving?" I said. Pain, like a splinter, hit me in the chest. Grampa's face seemed clear, younger. Not so wrinkled, not so tired. His eyes were see-through green. "For now," he said and set his lips to my cheek. The sting of sunburn was gone at his touch. "But I'll be back. You go on to sleep now. I'm gonna check in on your daddy." I lay back. Pulled the sheet to my chin. I didn't think I could sleep a wink, that's for sure. Not seeing what had happened to me. Not seeing what was to happen with Daddy. This was exciting news. Preacher Burls was right about one thing even if she got her directions all mixed up. People did live after dying. "But you'll be back?" "Of course. The dead ain't never that far from the living."