Teenage girls. Juvenile fiction.
Treasure hunt (Game). Juvenile fiction.
Friendship. Juvenile fiction.
Teenage girls. Fiction.
Treasure hunt (Game). Fiction.
Friendship. Fiction.
Joy and Lukas became best friends in second grade when they discovered they were both born during the summer months. Now Joy is dreading her thirteenth birthday r first since Lukas died last year. For years, they made scavenger hunts for each other to complete, and Joy has left Lukas' last note untouched. Feeling lost, she decides to finally open his letter and embarks on a journey through their small town in search of the clues he left behind a year ago. Polisner and Baskin have written a modern-day Bridge to Terabithia, with each chapter alternating between the perspectives of Lukas, as he hides the clues ich leads to a necklace and his true feelings d of Joy, as she attempts to complete the hunt. Realistically, some of the clues are no longer accessible after a year, but Joy is able to work her way through the quest, address her grief for the first time, and find her way back "home." A bittersweet tale of losing someone you love.
Kirkus ReviewsA year after her best friend's death, a 13-year-old girl follows the birthday scavenger hunt that he once set for her, hoping to assuage her grief.In chapters that interleave Joy Fonesca's story now and Lukas Brunetti's story from one year ago, readers learn the two have been friends since second grade and share August birthdays, quirky humor, insights, and confidences. Just as they each begin to identify and acknowledge romantic feelings toward one another, misfortune complicates everything. Reading from two perspectives and in two different timelines, readers get the benefit of being inside of Lukas' thoughts while he plants the scavenger-hunt clues and Joy's musings while she follows them a year later. The story of their friendship and of the subsequent tragedy unfolds along with the scavenger hunt. This is complex storytelling from two experienced writers, with a delivery that feels both seamless and well-paced. The setting of the story, fictional Port Bennington on New York's Long Island, much like the real-life Port Washington, looks out on a fateful island with a lighthouse called Execution Rocks. Readers will be drawn to the contrast between Joy's and Lukas' families and the small moments that change everything. Joy, Lukas, and their families seem to be white.A heartfelt tour de force. (Fiction. 9-12)
Publishers Weekly (Fri Oct 06 00:00:00 CDT 2023)Two kids reveal the evolution of their friendship as they each progress through the scavenger hunt that one of them left before his sudden death. In the present, 13-year-old Joy is celebrating her birthday with her close-knit family, having lost her best friend, Lukas, in an accident a year earlier. She wonders if she should finally open the envelope that Lukas left her before he died-undoubtedly the first clue in their traditional birthday scavenger hunt. As she works through the clues and her grief, Joy shares memories of her friendship with Lukas and the depth of her feelings for him. In a narrative from the past, Lukas sets up the scavenger hunt on the day before Joy-s 12th birthday, debating revealing his true feelings for her. Through introspective narration, he also shares anecdotes about his deceased father, troublemaking brother, and his complicated feelings about his mother-s former boyfriend. Lukas-s fast-approaching, untimely death, and the depth of Joy-s grief afterward, add poignancy to many flashbacks as both experience the same set of clues, underscoring the duo-s genuine shared affection. Ages 8-12. Agents: (for Polisner) Jim McCarthy, Dystel, Goderich & Bourret; (for Baskin) Katelyn Detweiler, Jill Grinberg Literary. (June)
School Library Journal (Mon Jun 01 00:00:00 CDT 2020)Gr 4-7 This tearjerker introduces readers to Joy, waking up on her 13th birthday, and Lukas, her best friend since second grade. His accidental death the previous year is the reason Joy is dreading the day. Lukas's tradition of setting up a scavenger hunt for Joy's birthday provides the structure for the story, as Joy decides to open last year's first clue and follow wherever it leads. In alternating chapters, the narrative flashes back to Lukas placing each clue. Readers will cheer Lukas on as he musters up the courage to share his burgeoning romantic feelings with Joy, and they will cheer Joy on as she bravely works through her grief and follows the clues. Both storylines end on a hopeful note, and readers can be reassured that Joy, with the help of her supportive family, will be able to move on. VERDICT This bittersweet exploration of grief and growing up will appeal to thoughtful tweens.Laurie Slagenwhite Walters, Brighton Dist. Lib., MI
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Joy
Once upon a time, my birthday was fun.
Emphasis on once.
Judging by the sun, I'd guess it's probably not that early. I can hear Isabel and Davy giggling outside my door, waiting for me to wake up. They're more excited about my birthday than I am. I have dreaded my birthday for 364 days, and now it's here.
Yippee.
I'm thirteen.
"Okay, okay," I call out. "You can come in."
It doesn't take but half a second for my bedroom door to fling open and two little bodies to fly through the air and land on my bed.
"Happy birthday, Jolie," Isabel sings. "Davy says happy birthday, too."
My little brother doesn't say much. He's four and a half, and he should be talking by now. Mom worries. It's not like I think he has a delay or anything; it's more like he's hiding something. I guess everyone has their secrets.
I know I do.
I still talk to you.
That's my secret.
"I'm still sleeping, you guys," I say. I pull the covers over my head, but I can hear the anticipation in their rapid breathing and the squeaky mouse sounds that Isabel makes when she's happy-nervous. I swear I can even hear Davy tightening his belly muscles in preparation for some major tickling.
And for a moment I forget what day this is. I forget how hard this last year has been. This entire last year I dragged myself up and over whatever it was I had to do. The pain got smaller, but the grief did not.
From under my blankets I start counting, very slowly. It's the slow counting that gets them every time. "One. Two. Three." I can feel two trembling lumps, bony knees and skinny elbows, trying to hold me down.
"Four. Five . . . I hope you don't say the magic word," I call out.
Whatever word comes out of either of their mouths, that will be the magic word. All I have to do is wait. And count. They can't help themselves. One of them will say something.
"Six. Seven," I go on.
Isabel tries to clamp her hand over her mouth. I can hear her muffled giggles. We all know she's going to be the one to blurt something out. It's always Isabel.
"Eight. Nine."
"Nooo!" she screams.
"That's it!" I yank the covers off my head, and the static electricity makes my hair stick all over my face. I can't see, but I manage to grab hold of my little sister and start tickling her mercilessly.
"That's the magic word," I roar. "The magic word is no. And you said it."
Davy tries to slide away. He makes a half-hearted run for the door, but I reach out and capture him, too. Now I've got them both. We are all screams, shouts, and laughing, a tugging, twisting, twelve-limbed octopus creature. Eventually, all the covers slip off the bed like a waterfall, and we end up on the floor in a big pile of arms and legs, and blankets, sheets, and pillows.
And then, just before my mom walks in to see what all the commotion is, with a big smile on her face, and before my older sister, Natalia, steps up behind her and says, "Happy birthday," for a split second, I completely forget what day it is.
I forget that a year ago today is the day after the last day I talked to my best friend, Lukas, for the last time.
And sometimes, in rare happy moments like this one, I can even forget that there, in my desk, in the bottom drawer, is the envelope you left for me, the first clue, on my birthday one year ago today.
Excerpted from Seven Clues to Home by Gae Polisner, Nora Raleigh Baskin
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An endearing story of love and grief as one girl follows the clues in a scavenger hunt left behind by her best friend, perfect for fans of Bridge to Terabithia and Nine, Ten.
WHEN YOU'VE LOST WHAT MATTERS MOST,
HOW DO YOU FIND YOUR WAY BACK HOME?
Joy Fonseca is dreading her 13th birthday, dreading being reminded again about her best friend Lukas's senseless death on this day, one year ago -- and dreading the fact he may have heard what she accidentally blurted to him the night before. Or maybe she's more worried he didn't hear.
Either way, she's decided: she's going to finally open the first clue to their annual birthday scavenger hunt Lukas left for her the morning he died, hoping the rest of the clues are still out there. If they are, they might lead Joy to whatever last words Lukas wrote, and toward understanding how to grab onto the future that is meant to be hers.
"I truly loved it! Baskin and Polisner seamlessly unfold one touching relationship after another in this gorgeous story about everlasting friendship. This tender tale is indelibly etched on my heart." --Leslie Connor, author of the National Book Award finalist The Truth as Told by Mason Buttle
"Polisner and Baskin's brief tale of two quite distant friends magically manages to bridge an uncrossable gap. Seven Clues to Home is both a charming mystery and a real meditation on the complexities of the young heart in love." --Tony Abbott, Edgar Award-winning author of Firegirl and The Great Jeff
"I read this whole book with a lump in my throat. A perfect gem." --Wendy Mass, New York Times bestselling coauthor of Bob