"Extraordinary friendships . . . extraordinary storytelling." --Rita Williams-Garcia, Newbery Honor and Coretta Scott King Award-Winning author of One Crazy Summer
Meet Caleb and Bobby Gene, two brothers embarking on a madcap, heartwarming, one-thing-leads-to-another adventure in which friendships are forged, loyalties are tested . . . and miracles just might happen.
Caleb Franklin and his big brother Bobby Gene are excited to have adventures in the woods behind their house. But Caleb dreams of venturing beyond their ordinary small town.
Then Caleb and Bobby Gene meet new neighbor Styx Malone. Styx is sixteen and oozes cool. Styx promises the brothers that together, the three of them can pull off the Great Escalator Trade--exchanging one small thing for something better until they achieve their wildest dream. But as the trades get bigger, the brothers soon find themselves in over their heads. Styx has secrets--secrets so big they could ruin everything.
Five best of the year lists!
NPR, HornBook, Kirkus Reviews, SLJ, Shelf Awareness
Five starred reviews!
|Publisher:||Random House Children's Books|
|Sold by:||Random House|
|File size:||4 MB|
|Age Range:||8 - 12 Years|
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Styx Malone didn’t believe in miracles, but he was one. Until he came along, there was nothing very special about life in Sutton, Indiana.
Styx came to us like magic—the really, really powerful kind. There was no grand puff of smoke or anything, but he appeared as if from nowhere, right in our very own woods.
Maybe we summoned him, like a superhero responding to a beacon in the night.
Maybe we just plain wanted everything he offered. Adventure. Excitement. The biggest trouble we’ve ever gotten into in our lives, we got into with Styx Malone.
It wasn’t Styx’s fault, entirely. And usually I’d be quick to blame a mess like this on Bobby Gene, but no matter how you slice it, this one circles back to me.
It all started the moment I broke the cardinal rule of the Franklin household: Leave well enough alone.
It was Independence Day, which might have had something to do with it.
I woke up with the sunrise, like usual. Stretched my hands and feet from my top bunk to the ceiling, like usual. I touched each of the familiar pictures taped there: the Grand Canyon, the Milky Way, Victoria Falls, Table Mountain. Then I rolled onto my belly, dropped my face over the side of the upper bunk and blurted out to Bobby Gene, “I don’t care what Dad says. I don’t want to be ordinary.”
“What?” he said.
I knew he was awake. His eyes were open and blinking up at me. He had his covers pushed down and his socks balled up in his fist. He must’ve heard me.
“I said, I don’t want to be ordinary. I want to be . . . the other thing.”
“What other thing?” Bobby Gene said.
I rolled onto my back. “Never mind.” I didn’t really know what I meant, but it was on my mind because of what happened last night at dinnertime.
Dad got home from his shift at the factory around six, which was normal. He turned on the television, piping through the house the sound of news reports about things that were happening so far from here that they barely seemed real. The reporters were always blabbing on about economics and politics and the constant breaking news.
But every once in a while I would see something that made me want to reach through the screen and touch it, you know? Like to get closer to it, or to make it a little bit real. There was a story about dolphins one time. And a feature about a group of kids who sailed a boat around the world. Special things. Things you’d never find in Sutton.
The problem was, Dad was always talking about us being ordinary folks—about how ordinary folks like this and ordinary folks need that. He usually said all this to the TV, but our house isn’t that big and his voice is pretty loud so you can always hear him.
Ordinary folks just need to be able to fill the gas tank without it breaking them.
Ordinary folks go to church on Sundays.
Ordinary folks don’t care who you’ve been stepping out with; just pass the dang laws.
(A lot of times he said it more colorful than that, but I’m not allowed to repeat that kind of language.)
That night in particular he was getting all hot and bothered, as Mom would say. He was ranting at the TV and Bobby Gene and I were playing Battleship behind the couch. Sneaking back there was a tight fit for us, but we needed to practice undercover operations. Our ongoing spy game was the best thing we’d come up with for summer entertainment thus far.
If I could sink deep enough into the game, it felt like I could take on the whole world. Caleb Franklin, International Man of Mystery. A trench coat, a passport, dark sunglasses, and a briefcase of world-saving secrets. An important handoff, code-word clearance—
“Yahtzee!” Bobby Gene yelled. Which was what he yelled whenever he won at anything.
My spy bubble burst. The secret safe house dissolved. My shoulder ached from being squeezed into the couch-wall gap.
I didn’t have a passport. I’d never so much as crossed the Sutton town limits.
When the news went to commercial, the ad jingle was a piece of classical music. I popped my head up over the back of the couch. “I know that song. We played it in band. It’s ‘Tarantelle.’ ”
“Dinner!” Mom called. Dad turned off the TV.
“Hey,” Dad said to me. “You got that from just a few notes?”
I shrugged. “I like that music.”
“That’s because you’re extraordinary,” Dad said, patting my shoulder. “Let’s eat.”
My heart plummeted. I knew Dad thought he was paying me a compliment, since he loves to have ordinary this and ordinary that. Still, my heart sank. Extra-ordinary? Like, so plain and normal that it was something to be proud of?
I hated this. Hated, hated, hated it. Which is why I thought about it all night and into the morning. And why I vowed that, no matter what it took, I was not going to be so ordinary.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
i rate this book 5stars
I read this book at the beginning of summer and it brought me right back to lazy summers as a child. The story is told by Caleb Franklin. The beginning of the book finds Caleb and his brother Bobby Gene are just starting summer vacation. They come across a neighbor boy who is auctioning off fireworks. The only thing of value they have with them is their baby sister Susie. A deal is struck, and the Franklin boys are now the proud owners of fireworks. All is well until their mother comes home from work and notices their sister is missing. This sets the boys up for a summer of chores and penance, until they come across a mysterious, slightly older new boy named Styx. He is magnetic, worldly and slightly dangerous. He will also provide a life changing summer they will never forget. I liked this book A LOT. I liked that the Franklin family is slightly quirky, but loving and intact. We learn that Styx is a foster child, and we are able to see the system's weaknesses without making the whole system appear evil. The main characters are African American, but much of the story crosses race lines and is the story of boys during summer vacation. There are however references to Mr. Franklin's obsession with keeping his sons "safe" - an oblique reference to violence against black males, and show a father protecting his children the best way he knows how. This book made me laugh and made me cry. I am always looking for children's books with diverse characters that are not preachy or condescending. This book fits the bill beautifully, and I'm looking forward to adding it to our library.