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    Junebug
    Junebug
    Junebug
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    Junebug

    By Alice Mead

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    Some of the stuff that goes on in the Auburn Street Projects, I'm never gonna do. These projects are like some kind of never-never land, like they never got put on a regular map. Nobody comes around here on purpose. It's as if we all got lost, right in the middle of the city.

    Reeve McClain, Jr. -- Junebug -- has decided to skip his birthday. Since ten is the age when boys in the projects are forced to join gangs or are ensnared by drug dealers, Junebug would rather remain nine. Still, he does have a birthday wish: to someday become a ship's captain and sail away. So Junebug comes up with a plan to launch a flotilla, fifty glass bottles containing notes with his wish, in the hope that someone somewhere will help to make his dream come true.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMacmillan Publishers
    Release dateMay 26, 2009
    ISBN9781429952439
    Author

    Alice Mead

    A children's writer has the unusual task of developing a unique voice coupled with evoking the so-called magic of childhood. But is childhood truly a magical kingdom? I do know that childhood is a time so deeply and purely felt that adulthood can rarely match it. It is a time of great heroism, dashed hopes, leaps of joy, steadfast friendships, explosive frustration, utter hilarity, the shame of betrayal. Certain smells, certain words elicit powerful memories of childhood. For me, the smell of boiled brussels sprouts even now makes me feel utter revulsion. The smell of ethyl alcohol and the words "tetanus booster"cause sheer terror. The clap of an old, dusty book snapped shut and the words "hidden staircase" fill me with wonder. Where? Where? Tell me! How could I not write about childhood? When I was seven and eight, my family lived in postwar England, in an industrial Yorkshire city that still showed the devastation of World War II and the Nazi bombings. This left a lasting impression on me. The journey there, by ocean liner across the Atlantic, and my later poking about deserted misty castles and the dank Yorkshire moors, and smelling pungent coal fires, all created an unusual and not always pleasant adventure filled with questions. Was Robin Hood real? Was that truly King Arthur's castle? And had I really snapped a photo of the Loch Ness monster? The long, snaky streak still shows plainly in my faded photo. Back in the United States, I grew up during the Cold War, at the height of the nuclear arms race. I studied Russian for six years, or tried to, endlessly curious about the countries behind the Iron Curtain. And when I was eighteen, there was the Vietnam War. There were antiwar protests, Woodstock, flower children. I went to a Quaker college. I wanted to major in art, but there was no art department, so I majored in English. I started attending Quaker meetings. One summer, when I was twenty, I worked as an art counselor at a Fresh Air camp for inner-city kids. Watching their sheer delight in using paint and clay, I was hooked. I became an art teacher. I felt privileged to be with kids, to make my classroom a safe place where they could explore their own creativity. In the meantime, I married and had two sons, both of whom are now in college. One is studying economics and one physics. My husband and I have two dogs, and used to have the occasional rabbit, chameleon, hamster, and goldfish as visitors. My life was going along smoothly until I was forced to leave teaching because of a chronic illness. I had to rest a lot. That gave me time to work harder on my writing. I began writing a storybook about nature called "Tales of the Maine Woods." Although editors seemed to like the stories, they weren't willing to publish them. Eventually I gave the stories a grandmother, and then I gave the grandmother a granddaughter named Rayanne. Two of those original tales are part of my first book, Crossing the Starlight Bridge. For two years I watched the war in Bosnia, formerly part of Yugoslavia. In another part of this region, one million Albanian children are among the brutally oppressed. Even under these harsh conditions, they struggle to live in peace and dignity. The family bonds in their culture are extraordinary. I wrote about these children in Adem's Cross. Each day for the past four years, I have worked to help them, and all Balkan people, regain their freedom and human rights. Recently, other Quaker values besides non-violence became more meaningful to me. These are simplicity and self-reflection. My husband and I moved to a small house near a cliff overlooking the islands in Casco Bay, Maine. I have a flower garden that my dogs like to dig up. When I am stuck writing a story, I can go and sit on the rocks and watch the water for a while, something I have enjoyed doing through my whole life. Alice Mead was born in 1952 and attended Bryn Mawr College. She received a master's degree in education, and later a B.S. in art education. She founded two preschools for mainstreaming handicapped preschoolers, and taught art at the junior-high-school level for a number of years. She played the flute and piccolo for twenty-eight years, and now she paints, and enjoys gardening and writing--especially about a little boy named Junebug.

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    • 3/5
      Decent little book -- Junebug is a very winning young man. It does feel a bit dated, which makes sense, since it was published in 1997. A little whiff of after school special, but also a kid who knows what he likes (sailboats) and has a plan to make that wish happen.
    • 5/5
      This book was about a boy who had a sister who was little slow and had to take care of her in the afternoons after school. One day in class his teacher ask the class to write a paragraph about a wish. He had been keeping his wishes in glass bottles to bring out to sea on his birthday. He did not want to write his wish down because it would not come true. During all of this he is about to turn ten years old, and in the projects where he lived at ten you are suppose to join a gang, and he does not want to. His mother gets a better job offer and they move out of the project. This was a good book to read to third through fifth grade levels when you maybe talking about urban affairs
    • 3/5
      I think this is an important book for elementary students to read. My students do not live like Junebug. They don't understand poverty, gangs or drugs on their street. This was an eye opening book for my students. They were exposed to a life totally different than their own. I think is powerful read for students who don't know Junebug's hard life and for those who do.
    • 3/5
      Junebug is the story of a 9 yr old who is about to turn ten. In Junebug's neighborhood, ten is a rite of passage that he does not want to take. Jun ebug dreams of being a crew member on a boat. He does not tell anyone because he thinks that dreams don't come true. He lives in the projects.I thought that this book was a little stereotypical having an African American boy live in the projects, having the dangers of gangs being a lot of the life there. She also has a bunch of the boys thinking their dreams should be of the NBA. Maybe she did this to make Junebug's journey of being different stand out. It is a chapter book that is good for readers in the elementary grades.This is not a series book but Alice Mead has written other Junebug adventures.

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    Junebug - Alice Mead

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    I’ve got the sail hauled in tight. Lanyard’s wrapped around my wrist. That sailboat leans over and just about flies out of the water, lifting high like a bird’s wing. Foam and bubbles hiss past until there’s a long, snaky trail behind us. I set sail for the West Indies, wherever they may be.

    I don’t really, though. Don’t set sail for anywhere. Truth is, I’m just sitting in my seat, leaning my head against the wall of my fourth-grade class at the Auburn Street School, by the windows. That lanyard is the cord from the venetian blinds. It’s Monday afternoon and I’m waiting for the three o’clock bell to ring so I can go get my little sister, Tasha, and head on home.

    We’re supposed to be finishing up a paragraph to hand in to Miss Jenkins, but I can’t even get started. The only thing on my paper is my name and the title, My Wish. Then nothing but thin blue lines.

    I grab onto the cord one more time and look out the window. The wood along the classroom windowsills is old and yellow, and it has wavy black streaks underneath the shiny surface. I run my fingers along it. The windowsill’s got lots of varnish on it, just the way sailboats have varnish on them, so the water won’t rot the wood.

    See? I know all about sailboats from those magazines Mrs. Swanson brings in to the project library. They come from a dentist’s office. She’s got so many she said I could keep some of them. Now they’re under my bed in a big stack right next to my bottle collection.

    Thinking about those bottles reminds me that I do have a wish. A birthday wish. And I’m going to put my wish on tiny pieces of paper, shove them into the bottles, and float them out to sea.

    But my birthday wish is a secret. I’m hoping and hoping that it will come true. Until it does, I won’t tell anyone about it. Especially Robert. He might make fun of me, so I’m not going to say one word.

    I wrap the cord around my wrist. The wind’s picking up. The seagulls are screaming overhead and the waves are going slap, slap, slap against the hull. Captain McClain yells to his crew. Shove over on the tiller and head into the wind! We’re coming about!

    The sails flap and crackle. I duck my head as the boom goes by.

    Junior! says Miss Jenkins sharply.

    Huh? I say.

    Miss Jenkins’s voice breaks through the sound of the gulls. She interrupts my journey. She’s standing at the front of my row and it looks as if she just made some kind of announcement. Uh-oh. All the kids in my row are turning around, staring at me. But my buddy Robert, who sits in front of me, he’s laughing, so I guess I’m not in real trouble.

    I said, repeats Miss Jenkins, that anyone who didn’t finish his paragraph should do it for homework.

    Oh. Okay.

    I sure didn’t finish mine, so I fold it up into a tight little square and shove it into my pocket. When the bell rings, everybody scrapes his chair back and heads on out, yelling goodbye to Miss Jenkins.

    Junebug, Robert says, out at the coathooks. You gotta go get Tasha?

    Everybody except Mama and the teachers calls me Junebug, but my real name is Reeve McClain, Jr. Captain McClain to my crew, but they’re invisible.

    Yeah, I guess.

    Oh, man. Robert shakes his head as if I just broke his heart. Can’t you leave her home?

    Nope.

    Come on with me and Trevor downtown.

    Can’t.

    Hey, Robert says. Guess what I wrote about? I wrote about me being on the Knicks. Point guard. I get down low. Dribble in under the basket when no one’s looking. Sneak a shot. Score!

    Oh, yeah? I say back. How come no one’s looking? How come no one stuffed you?

    Because I made it up just the way I wanted it.

    I have to laugh.

    You make me mad, Junebug, Robert says. How are you ever gonna get good at basketball if you don’t practice with us down at the Boys’ Club? How are you gonna impress the talent scouts when they start coming around?

    I’m not. I’m not gonna play for no NBA. They can’t afford me, anyhow.

    Now Robert has to laugh. The crowd has thinned out. We get our jackets on and head down the stairs.

    Yeah? Well, you gotta be on the NBA if you want to be in a sneaker commercial, he says. You know that one where King Kong walks through the city?

    He puts his arms out stiff and walks like King Kong down the stairs. I shake my head. He’s one sorry case. Robert watches too much TV.

    Why can’t your Aunt Jolita mind Tasha after school? I thought you told me that she’d babysit when she moved in with you all.

    I don’t know, I say, shrugging as if I don’t care. I don’t want to talk about Aunt Jolita. She’s never around.

    Yeah? Well, you better quit hanging around five-year-olds. This is your last chance, Junebug, Robert calls out, running toward the front door to meet Trevor. Are you coming or not?

    Nah, I say. See you.

    Every day, Trevor comes over from the sixth-grade portable classrooms. He’s waiting by the door for Robert. When he sees me, he shakes his head with disgust. I don’t care. I don’t like Trevor, anyway. Trevor’s eleven, and he hangs out with some older guys at night. But I don’t want to think about that.

    I don’t want to think about my birthday, either. It’s coming in two weeks. May 18. And then I’ll be ten. And that’s when kids like Trevor start asking you if you want to go with them and maybe run some errands, earn some money. Somebody told me Trevor bought himself a gun. Maybe he did. Maybe he didn’t. I don’t know. Thinking about the gun, I feel sick to my stomach right there on the staircase to the kindergarten rooms.

    Don’t think about it, I tell myself. Don’t. I shove the sick feeling away.

    Some of the stuff that goes on in the Auburn Street projects, I’m never gonna do. These projects are like some kind of never-never land, like they never got put on a regular map. Nobody comes around here on purpose. It’s as if we all got lost, right in the middle of the

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