Today is BookFlix Friday!
Few things can draw a reader to a new book like a book trailer can.
Get the popcorn ready.
From the author who brought us
Comes the new book:
Jackson and his family have fallen on hard times. There’s no more money for rent. And not much for food, either. His parents, his little sister, and their dog may have to live in their minivan. Again.
Crenshaw is a cat. He’s large, he’s outspoken, and he’s imaginary. He has come back into Jackson’s life to help him. But is an imaginary friend enough to save this family from losing everything?
Beloved author Katherine Applegate proves in unexpected ways that friends matter, whether real or imaginary.
Here is a section of text available on Applegate’s site:
An excerpt from Crenshaw by Katherine Applegate
I went to my window and opened it. Carefully, I pulled out the screen. Our apartment was on the ground floor. A few feet below the window, a cushion of grass waited.
“Good-bye, Crenshaw,” I said.
He opened one eye a bit, like someone peeking from behind a shade. “But we were having such a lovely time.”
“Now,” I said. I put my hands on my hips to show I meant business.
“Jackson, be reasonable. I came all this way.”
“You have to go back to wherever you came from.”
Crenshaw opened his other eye. “But you need me here.”
“I don’t need you. I have enough to deal with already.”
With a great show of effort, Crenshaw sat up. He stretched, easing his back into an upside-down U. “I don’t think you understand what’s going on here, Jackson,” he said. “Imaginary friends don’t come of their own volition. We are invited. We stay as long as we’re needed. And then, and only then, do we leave.”
“Well, I sure didn’t invite you.”
Crenshaw raised an eyebrow. He had long, whiskery brows like strings on marionette.
I took a step closer. “If you won’t go, I’ll make you go.”
I put my arms around his waist and yanked. It was like hugging a lion. That cat weighed a ton.
Crenshaw dug his claws deep into the quilt my Great-aunt Trudy made when I was a baby. I gave up and let go.
“Look,” Crenshaw said as he extracted his claws from my quilt, “I can’t go until I help you. I don’t make the rules.”
“Then who does?”
Crenshaw stared at me with eyes like green marbles. He put his two front paws on my shoulders. He smelled like soapsuds and catnip and the ocean at night.
“You do, Jackson,” he said. “You make the rules.”
Since we read The Dot yesterday, I thought I’d include some famous dots that this book inspired. Do you know these authors and illustrators?
Matthew Cordell – 2014
Sharon Creech 2015
Lynda Mullaly Hunt
Holly Goldberg Sloan
Tom Angleberger – Origami Yoda
Peter H Reynolds
So… Do you have a DOT in you? Extra credit if you create a cool, original DOT on your iPad. Use Notability or any other art app you want. Have this ready to go by TUESDAY.