Holler of the Fireflies
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Annotation: "Javari knew that West Virginia would be different from his home in Bushwick, Brooklyn. But his first day at STEM Camp in a little Appalachian town is still a shock. Though run-ins with the police are just the same here. Not good. Javari will learn a lot about science ... And also about rich people, racism, and hidden agendas. But it's Cricket, a local boy, budding activist, and occasional thief, who will show him a different side of the holler--and blow his mind wide open"-- cProvided by publisher.
 
Reviews: 6
Catalog Number: #373077
Format: Perma-Bound Edition
Common Core/STEAM: STEAM STEAM
Publisher: Random House
Copyright Date: 2023
Edition Date: 2023 Release Date: 09/05/23
Pages: 356 pages
ISBN: Publisher: 1-524-70131-9 Perma-Bound: 0-8000-4507-6
ISBN 13: Publisher: 978-1-524-70131-4 Perma-Bound: 978-0-8000-4507-4
Dewey: Fic
Dimensions: 20 cm.
Language: English
Reviews:
Starred Review for Kirkus Reviews (Mon Jun 05 00:00:00 CDT 2023)

In New York and Appalachia, a shy, gentle, Black boy must find a way to honor his gifts and his truths.Twelve-year-old Javari Harris, who is short for his age and has strabismus, lives with his family in Bushwick, a rapidly gentrifying neighborhood in Brooklyn. After the family returns home from a rally protesting the killing of an unarmed Black man by the police, they find a lease termination notice on their door, threatening what has been the family's home for three generations. The opportunity to spend two weeks in West Virginia at a STEM summer camp couldn't come at a better time for Javari: It offers relief from the pressures of home, particularly ongoing conflicts with his mother, who seems to project her fears about raising a Black son onto him. At camp, a mysterious interloper offers an unlikely friendship, an opportunity to learn about Appalachia beyond the confines of the camp, an education into the region's rich history and challenges, and growing self-awareness for Javari. Though surrounded by racially diverse campers, Javari cannot escape racism. Complex characters and authentic conversations, particularly between Javari and his former Amtrak porter grandfather, provide rich content for exploring the enduring trauma of White supremacy. Thoughtful explorations of issues such as corporate greed, the opioid crisis, water rights, and the little-known history of Affrilachians abound in this outstanding novel.An emotionally resonant narrative skillfully connecting the past, present, and future. (Fiction. 10-13)

School Library Journal Starred Review (Mon Jun 05 00:00:00 CDT 2023)

Gr 5 Up— In a life-changing summer, Javari, a shy Black talented math-whiz tween, travels from Brooklyn to attend Futureneers STEM Camp located at Appalachian Ridge Christian College in the Blue Ridge Mountains of West Virginia. Moore skillfully shapes an intimate portrait and immersive experience of the camp and the town beyond by telling the story from the perspective of Javari. Guided by Cricket, a local Appalachian age-peer, Javari achieves personal growth and an expanding understanding of the community. Moore addresses far-reaching issues such as the profound damage that coal mining creates over generations, police violence, opioid addiction, gentrification, overt racial discrimination, microaggressions, linguistic code switching, and more. Vivid characters, including minor players, provide a rich texture to the novel, exposing the ambiguities and complexities of human nature. Through interspersed brief episodes, Javari's deep connection with his family in Brooklyn and the pressures back at home create the connective tissue that binds the whole story. The serious exploration of weightier issues is balanced by humorous vignettes and summer outdoor adventures, including night hikes, magical secret swimming spots, music haunts, and lively community gatherings. The joy and resilience of two kids on the cusp of coming into their own when given the freedom to roam and discover their relationship to the world around them is a satisfying outcome, though there is no ultimate neat resolution. VERDICT A highly recommended important purchase for tween book collections everywhere; both timely and timeless.— Eva Thaler-Sroussi

ALA Booklist (Mon Jun 05 00:00:00 CDT 2023)

Javari Harris, a 12-year-old Black boy, is short for his age, has strabismus (or crossed eyes), and is self-conscious about his appearance. He lives in Bushwick, Brooklyn with his younger sister, parents, and ailing grandfather. Their neighborhood is gentrifying, and there is police brutality. Javari has never missed school and loves math and the sciences. He is accepted to the summer STEM camp at Appalachian Ridge Christian College. As he leaves for camp, Javari's family gets an eviction notice. Javari, who hopes to help out, desperately wants to win the STEM prize money for best final project. Unfortunately, while at camp, Javari faces constant racism, including from a fellow teammate. He befriends a Black boy named Cricket, from whom he learns about the local culture and need for clean water. Told through Javari's first-person perspective, this gentle and informative story seamlessly weaves together topics of racism, white supremacy, and police brutality, and factors in the opioid crisis and environmental issues. Javari's voice combines humor, vulnerability, pain, and joy, creating a compelling and timely read.

Horn Book (Wed Oct 30 00:00:00 CDT 2024)

Twelve-year-old Javari Harris "felt like I had landed on an alien world" upon arrival at STEM camp in Horsewhip Hollow, West Virginia. He's "a thousand miles from home" (Bushwick, Brooklyn) and facing two weeks at Appalachian Ridge Christian College. Gifted at math, he's one of the few Black students at the camp and has already experienced a racist encounter on day one. When he befriends Cricket, a local Black boy ("light-skinned, kinda gold, with brown freckles on his face and hazel-colored eyes"), Javari is introduced to a community of Black people -- Affrilachians -- who have lived in the mountains for generations. Moore (The Stars Beneath Our Feet, rev. 11/17) packs his narrative with themes of racism, wealth and privilege, environmental degradation, opioid addiction, homelessness, and cancer, and he carries it all off with well-rounded characters, lively dialogue and action, and often beautiful sensory prose: "A hundred, no thousands, of tiny yellow and orange lights were winking on and off... It was like being planted in the middle of a silent fireworks show."

Kirkus Reviews (Fri Oct 04 00:00:00 CDT 2024)

In New York and Appalachia, a shy, gentle, Black boy must find a way to honor his gifts and his truths.Twelve-year-old Javari Harris, who is short for his age and has strabismus, lives with his family in Bushwick, a rapidly gentrifying neighborhood in Brooklyn. After the family returns home from a rally protesting the killing of an unarmed Black man by the police, they find a lease termination notice on their door, threatening what has been the family's home for three generations. The opportunity to spend two weeks in West Virginia at a STEM summer camp couldn't come at a better time for Javari: It offers relief from the pressures of home, particularly ongoing conflicts with his mother, who seems to project her fears about raising a Black son onto him. At camp, a mysterious interloper offers an unlikely friendship, an opportunity to learn about Appalachia beyond the confines of the camp, an education into the region's rich history and challenges, and growing self-awareness for Javari. Though surrounded by racially diverse campers, Javari cannot escape racism. Complex characters and authentic conversations, particularly between Javari and his former Amtrak porter grandfather, provide rich content for exploring the enduring trauma of White supremacy. Thoughtful explorations of issues such as corporate greed, the opioid crisis, water rights, and the little-known history of Affrilachians abound in this outstanding novel.An emotionally resonant narrative skillfully connecting the past, present, and future. (Fiction. 10-13)

Publishers Weekly (Wed Oct 30 00:00:00 CDT 2024)

Moore (The Stars Beneath Our Feet) covers timely social issues in this richly wrought fish-out-of-water story that takes a 12-year-old Brooklynite gamer to Appalachia. After Javari Harris’s family returns from protesting a local event of police brutality, an eviction notice all but seals the family’s ejection from their long-term home in rapidly gentrifying Bushwick. The opportunity to attend a STEM camp at a West Virginia Christian college becomes more appealing when Javari sees an opportunity to win the camp competition’s cash prize and help with back rent. Upon arrival, quiet Javari—who doesn’t like meeting new people and has an unspecified eye condition—meets an assortment of richly limned characters. But it’s Cricket, a light-skinned Black 13-year-old local, who impacts his summer most significantly. Between experiencing Affrilachian culture alongside Cricket and navigating racism at the ethnically diverse camp, Javari encounters ways in which the region’s history intersects with his own. Relational segments engage with Javari’s former Amtrak porter grandfather and the Appalachian town’s local residents, interweaving realities around colorism and racism, corporate ethics and pollution, generational trauma, and opioids in a complex novel that effectively highlights how long-standing histories can connect and divide. Ages 8–12. Agent: Steven Malk, Writers House. (Sept.)

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Starred Review for Kirkus Reviews (Mon Jun 05 00:00:00 CDT 2023)
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ALA Booklist (Mon Jun 05 00:00:00 CDT 2023)
Horn Book (Wed Oct 30 00:00:00 CDT 2024)
Kirkus Reviews (Fri Oct 04 00:00:00 CDT 2024)
Publishers Weekly (Wed Oct 30 00:00:00 CDT 2024)
Word Count: 67,728
Reading Level: 3.9
Interest Level: 4-7
Accelerated Reader: reading level: 3.9 / points: 9.0 / quiz: 516550 / grade: Middle Grades
Guided Reading Level: Z
Fountas & Pinnell: Z

1

Moms had warned me I'd get deep in trouble one day. I shoulda believed her. Today was that day.

I hadn't really wanted to ditch my family and ride to West Virginia. At least not until after William Dexter got stretched out on our concrete block in Brooklyn. After that happened, everything changed.

Now the bald dude with the scar kept glancing back at me from the front row of my bus. The expression on his face said he wanted to carve me up like a turkey on Thanksgiving.

I got tense and reached for my right eyelid. I always did that when I got anxious. Rubbing it, I sank down in my seat and stared out my bus window to avoid Bald Dude's insane googly gaze.

Outside on the highway, I read a sign: welcome to west virginia: wild and wonderful.

Some comedian had spray-­painted over it: DON'T DRINK THE WATER!

They had so many trees down here. I couldn't see not one tall apartment building nowhere. Out the window, there were only green hills and sleepy trees.

For the gazillionth time since I climbed on a different bus this morning at Port Authority, I wished I hadn't left home. I missed Brooklyn already. I missed Daddy and Poppa. And even though that noisy argument me and my moms had had made me eager to leave, I actually missed her and Shireen too.

After a while, the big gray bus slowed down and rolled into a parking lot in front of an old gas station that was locked-­up dark. The folding door at the front of the bus squeaked open.

"Horsewhip Hollow!" the driver yelled back.

I had arrived, finally. I stood up to exit and, of course, crazy Bald Dude with the scar stepped off right in front of me. This man, made a muscle and fat, musta been at least two feet taller than me. I was twelve years old, but short for my age, like my daddy.

Bald Dude's skin was pale and red in spots, not smooth and cocoa brown like mine. His looked like it'd been sunburnt too many times.

The only hair he had was some brown stuff on his chin. I think it mighta been called a goatee. I was probably wrong about the name.

I did know he was built like a pro wrestler.

A beast.

"Here you go, sonny."

The driver handed me my blue suitcase and red duffel bag out on the hot parking lot. He smiled at me and then glared at crazy Bald Dude.

"I don't feel right leaving him here with you," the driver told him.

"Gimme my bag, old man," angry Bald Dude grunted. He glared at me, sideways.

"Get it yourself, boy," the driver told him.

Bald Dude sighed and reached into the luggage area on the side of the bus to snatch out an old camo duffel and a big ice cooler. I watched him check inside the cooler. Packed in the ice there were dozens of bags of Brooklyn Starr Franks. The Beast shut the lid and grunted at the bus driver like he'd expected to find some of them missing.

I glanced around the lot. Just one parked car. And that car looked empty.

In a minute, this bus was about to leave me alone here, a million miles from home, with a lunatic white man who for sure wanted to delete me.

My phone had zero bars.

I swallowed real hard.

"Dalton Spratt," the driver said to Bald Dude, pointing at him. "The operator before told me all about the commotion this morning. I'm leaving you two boys here alone. If I should hear about any more hijinks involving this young'un and you, you will wish your daddy never met your mama. Understand?"

Bald Dude Dalton frowned at him, spat onto the cracked gray parking lot and strolled over to the grass to sit down on a curb in the shade.

"Mr. Spratt!" the driver shouted at him. "I don't chew my cabbage twice, yuh hear? So, listen up: If any harm befalls this here boy, the local authorities will find you and you'll be in a world a hurt!"

Dalton just grunted again.

That did not make me feel no better.

I wiped my forehead. The sun was beaming down here in West Virginia. Soooo hot. I missed the bus's AC already, as weak as it had been.

The bus driver saluted me and took off.

Now it was just me and Dalton.

I glanced around the lot again, frowned at the empty car sitting across the way and decided to plop down under another shade tree, far away from Dalton.

There didn't seem to be nothing or nobody around. I didn't understand. I drained my water bottle and stared into the distance, at all of those mountains.

I felt like I had landed on an alien world.

Maybe I had.

Bezzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Some fly buzzed. Their tiny wings beat and make that noise.

Black and green, it settled on my hand. I watched this bug and thought of Poppa George. He compared people to flies: irritating and distracting.

"Boy," Dalton called out, "don't you know the Lord hates a snitch?"

Now here he went buzzing.

I glanced over. Dalton stared toward the mountains. Then he jerked his head at me.

"Cockeyed little pig," he called out.

My eye stared crossways, but I wasn't that fat.

"You gonna make me use my fists," he said.

Dalton spat again, and stood, stretching on the way up. I clenched onto my luggage harder and glanced around again. No place to run. Only this dusty parking lot and an empty highway and train tracks.

Deserted.

I covered my bad eye with my hand and scrunched my face. I heard Dalton crack his back.

I was gonna die here.

Dalton delivered a nasty grin and stomped toward me.

I never shoulda left Brooklyn. Back home was still safer than out here in West Virginia.

2

Just yesterday, I had been safe back home in Bushwick.

Brooklyn.

New York City.

Well, kinda safe.

Me, my father, my mother and my little sis had got caught up in a street fight. It was nuts. In the twelve years I been alive, I had never seen nothing like that.

It all went down on Knickerbocker Avenue in Bushwick, right in front of the police station there. An army of us had shown up to protest that the police had shot an unarmed Black man on my family's block.

He lived in the Bushwick Houses projects, a few streets over. His name: William Dexter. And the police had killed him for resisting arrest.

The week before that, the cops had busted down the door of some old Spanish lady in Hope Gardens and gave her a heart attack, she had been so agitated. The NYPD had accidentally thought her home belonged to a crook. The police broke into the wrong apartment on the wrong floor and almost scared her to death.

The old lady was laid up in the hospital now, and folks in the hood were hot because of her and how they did William Dexter.

The angriest had to have been my moms. She got me and the rest of my family out there two nights ago, protesting police brutality.

That demonstration had started off quiet enough.

We all held candles in front of the police station.

We sang.

After that, some local minister spoke and preached and then let some of Dexter's family speak. They tried to get Dexter's widow to say words, but she couldn't.

She didn't cry at all; just stood there, like a zombie.

I felt so sorry for her.

And then, somebody started screaming on these cops who had tried to enter the police station through some barricades. One of the protesters--­this dude named Cappy--­ shoved one of the cops and took him down on the sidewalk, jujitsu-­style.

All these other cops piled onto them two, trying to drag Cappy off of the first cop. Two more protesters jumped into the jumble, tangling with the police. Our neighbor Antonio was in the mix. One of the cops nearby drew her gun and that was when most of the crowd bolted.

Like, a wave of black and brown and white bodies crashed into me. They forced my sister Shireen into my chest. I felt my mother's long fingernails dig into my arm and heard my father curse.



Excerpted from Holler of the Fireflies by David Barclay Moore
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A boy from the hood in Brooklyn travels to a STEM camp in an Appalachian holler for one epic, life-changing summer.

A brilliant new novel from the award-winning author of The Stars Beneath Our Feet.


Javari knew that West Virginia would be different from his home in Bushwick, Brooklyn. But his first day at STEM Camp in a little Appalachian town is still a shock. Though run-ins with the police are just the same here. Not good.

Javari will learn a lot about science, tech, engineering, and math at camp. And also about rich people, racism, and hidden agendas. But it’s Cricket, a local boy, budding activist, and occasional thief, who will show him a different side of the holler—and blow his mind wide open.

Javari is about to have that summer. Where everything gets messy and complicated and confusing . . . and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

J + C + summer = ∞


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