July/August 2016

Blackbird Fly

Blackbird Fly, by Erin Entrada Kelly; Greenwillow Press: New York, 2015; $16.99 Have you ever longed and hoped for something you never had? Like blue eyes, or soft yellow hair? Those are the things Apple Yengko longs for night and day. To not come from a different country. To not have a mother who does things differently than other mothers. To be the same as everyone else. Have you ever felt this way? Then you should read Blackbird Fly. Apple Yengko is from the Philippines. She was born there, and that was where her father died. Her mother couldn’t stand to still live in the same place. Too many memories. So they moved to America. Apple is conscious of her looks and how her mother talks. She goes to Chapel Hill Middle School in Louisiana. The kids make fun of her because she looks different. Looking different can either work for you or against you. In her case it works against her. They even put her on a list that marks her ugly. But then a bad mistake is made that somehow helps Apple make new friends and learn that being different from everyone else isn’t so bad. One main theme of Blackbird Fly is that being different isn’t a bad thing. Sometimes it’s a gift. It’s OK not to blend in with the crowd. You don’t have to always be the same as everyone else. The author made the passion of the characters so strong. Feelings jumped off every page! It was also a little funny at times. You would immediately feel trust, sympathy, and compassion for Apple. Apple’s mother is always raging about American ways and choices and friends. It makes Apple wonder, if her mom is always talking about how much nicer or more friendly or healthy the Philippines are, why did she move her to America? This book is a cliffhanger and will deeply impact your emotions. The best thing about this book is that you can really relate to the main character. One terrible thing that happens in this book is that Apple’s friends don’t turn out to be so friendly and are really harsh. They backstab her when she least expects it. One time a really good friend of mine backstabbed me and I was hurt. But I got through it, and so did Apple. The things that happen in this book seem so real and you can totally relate to Apple’s good moments, seriously embarrassing moments, and terrible and confusing moments. It makes the book seem so real because things like that happen all the time. All in all, this was a five-star book for me. It made me gasp, sigh in relief, and shudder all the while I was reading it. This book was very satisfying, but also completely and truly shocking in some ways. Blackbird Fly is a fantastic read! Ramsey E. Stephenson, 11Washington, DC

Swim That Rock

Swim That Rock, by John Rocco and Jay Primiano; Candlewick Press: Somerville, Massachusetts, 2014; $16.99 If you want a book with daring adventures and even pirates (gasp), then Swim That Rock, by John Rocco and Jay Primiano, would be the perfect book for you to cozy up on the couch with. The book zooms in on Jake Cole, whose life is about to change drastically. After his father’s disappearance/ assumed death, Jake walks out of his house with a motive— a knife with his father’s initials was left in his gate, and he must find the person who left it. He runs into this man, who gives him only the name Captain. Captain is wearing “rubber boots, worn jeans, and a red flannel shirt… (with) black hair… matted across his forehead.” He leads Jake on a semi-legal journey, which earns Jake 300 dollars. But this is just the beginning. Jake and his mother, along with their friends Gene, Tommy, and Darcy, must earn 10,000 dollars in one month or lose their restaurant and move to Arizona—which is most certainly not on Jake’s to-do list. Either by quahogging or by the Captain’s methods, Jake knows he must save his restaurant. One of the best parts of the book, in my opinion, is when Jake almost injures himself to save someone’s equipment—a person whom, chances are, he will never see again. When this guy, Paul, drops his brand-new equipment into the water, he immediately and dejectedly gives up. Seeing this, Jake jumps into the water to help Paul retrieve his equipment, almost killing himself after getting tangled in an anchor line. When Jake retrieves the equipment and gives it to Paul, Paul offers him money, which Jake refuses. Although it may seem kind of weird, as I am a thirteen-year-old, I have done the same thing. While shoveling my driveway, I watched my neighbor struggling to shovel her driveway across the road. I felt a pang of pity and went over to assist her. She pulled out her wallet, and I told her that I wouldn’t take it from her because people had shoveled my driveway for me, so I was just paying it forward. I cried while reading about Mary, the homeless woman. She had lived on the beach for seven years. Once she saw Jake on the beach she called home. She gave him a quarter and told him to call his mother. He originally said he couldn’t take her money, but she forced him to. He turned around to thank her, but she was gone. I couldn’t take it—it reminded me of the story in the Bible where the poor woman who gave a little but gave it all truly gave more than the people who gave a lot but had so much more. After reading this book, I couldn’t help but wonder if there are people throughout the world who are in hard situations like Jake. I know there are, and I hope everything works out for them—short term and long term. This book would be perfect for anyone from the ages of eleven to fifteen. I feel that anyone who hunts/fishes regularly would have an easier time understanding this book—still, though, it is good for anyone who likes strong protagonists who do not shrink in times of danger. Christian Rice, 13Quakertown, Pennsylvania

Searching for Atlantis

JULY 6, 2052, 9 A.M.   Elizabeth pulled on her trench coat and adjusted the straps to her flying goggles. Her frizzy red hair was barely controlled under her striped bandana and her dark green eyes squinted in the glare of the sun. She was standing on the stone pavement of the San Francisco wharf, gazing out to sea, past the airships lined neatly in a row. Behind her lay the city with its multicolored skyscrapers, which were topped with gardens that looked completely out of place on the buildings. The sky was clear, with not a cloud to be seen. Perfect flying weather, especially for this trip. “Wow, look at that thing! I can’t believe the university let us borrow it!” said Elizabeth’s friend and lab partner, Jack, who was standing next to her. He was pointing to the airship directly in front of them. It was a smoothly built contraption, its large propellers whirring as it floated a few feet above the sea. “Well, I suppose it’s for science. But you know, not everybody wanted to lend it to us,” Elizabeth replied. “Really?” said Jack with interest. “Yeah,” Elizabeth said. “Some of those guys thought our whole idea was baloney!” “What?!” he exploded. “I’ve studied tons of old geography and history books. Lots of them suggest that Atlantis could be lying in the Pacific instead of the Atlantic all along. That’s why nobody has ever found it. Besides, your sonar readings don’t lie, there is definitely something down there.” Perfect flying weather, especially for this trip “I know, we’ll show them,” Elizabeth replied, and she was about to say more when Jack’s watch started going off. A tiny 3-D projected image of himself, short brown hair, jeans, glasses, and all, appeared on the screen. “Come on, Jack,” it said, hands on hips, “you have got to go!” “Yes, I know,” he grumbled. Jack turned off his watch and the projection disappeared. “Well, we had better get a move on,” he said. Elizabeth nodded. So they walked up the gangplank and onto the airship. As she passed through the entrance she saw The Hurricane written in large black letters on the side of the ship. “Well, I sure hope not,” Elizabeth said to herself, then hurried after Jack. Inside there was a small sitting room with a couch, a table, and a mini-fridge. The walls were made of glass so you could look out in all directions, the floor and ceiling were of polished wood. It’s going to look cool in here when we get up in the air, Elizabeth thought to herself as she passed. The control room had such a bewildering number of switches, knobs, and levers that only an expert airship pilot could actually use them without getting a headache. Expert pilot that she was, Elizabeth sat down and put on her headset. “Everything in working order?” she asked Jack, who was sitting next to her. “Yep,” he replied. “OK, I’m starting up the engines.” Elizabeth adjusted a lever, and a loud hum began beneath their feet. “We’re gaining altitude,” said Jack. “This is going to be a great day for flying.” The airship looked out of place in the vast emptiness of the sky. It had a blimplike top, large propellers, and a relatively small human compartment. In the sky, all that could be heard was the drone of the propellers and the shush shush shush of the engine. That’s why Elizabeth loved flying in an airship. When you’re up there you feel as if you and your copilot are the only people in the world and the sea stretches on forever. Today, The Hurricane flew low under the clouds and closer to the ocean than some would deem safe. But, as was mentioned before, this was a very special mission. Inside, Elizabeth pulled out a piece of paper on which she had printed the sonar readings and showed them to Jack. “See that part in the middle, with all those weird lines? That’s where we will be looking.” About an hour later, they arrived at their destination. Elizabeth checked the coordinates on the map, then fiddled with a compass on the control panel. “Perfect, this is just where we need to be. Jack, can you get us down any… Whoa.” To the west a huge storm was brewing, reaching high into the sky and blocking out the sun. Lightning crackled, clouds were blown all over the place, and Elizabeth could hear the distant rumble of thunder. From Elizabeth and Jack’s perspective, it looked just like the unsightly contents of a witch’s cauldron were being stirred quite violently. “Oh great, just amazing!” said Jack, glaring at the storm. “Just as we come close to making a great historic and scientific discovery, this storm is conjured up. As if to drive us away!” Elizabeth sighed. “Well, we will just have to come back another time.” But the moment she said that, The Hurricane gave a sudden lurch, sending the two companions sprawling. Elizabeth heard a crash as the furniture in the sitting room was knocked about. By the time Elizabeth managed to get to her feet, she almost fell back down again in surprise. “Jack!” she cried. “We’re heading straight into the storm!” Elizabeth helped him to his seat and the two pilots desperately tried to get The Hurricane going back in the right direction. But it was too late, the storm had already swallowed them up. Rain lashed at the windshield and lightning struck so close it nearly killed them. All they could see through the windshield was a whirling gray soup. “We’ve got to get out of here!” Elizabeth shouted over the howling wind. “I’m working on it!” Jack yelled back. He furiously tried to get The Hurricane facing into the right direction, but the airship just kept turning in ludicrous circles, buffeted by the wind. “Jack, we need to get to the top of the storm!” Elizabeth cried. “Are you crazy? It’s