In a small upstate New York town during the Great Depression, three childrenHibernia, Willie, and Otisare about to meet.
Hibernia dreams of becoming a famous singer and performing at Harlem's swanky Savoy Ballroom.
Willie is recovering from a tragedy that prevents him from becoming a junior boxing champ.
Otis spends every night glued to the radio, listening to the voices that remind him of Daddy and Ma.
Each of them is looking for hope, and they all find it in the thrilling boxing matches of young Joe Louis. They know Joe has a good chance of becoming the country's next heavyweight champion. What they don't know is that during this unforgettable year, the three of them will become friends.
|Publisher:||Little, Brown Books for Young Readers|
|Product dimensions:||5.25(w) x 7.62(h) x 0.81(d)|
|Age Range:||8 - 12 Years|
About the Author
Andrea Pinkney is the author of many award-winning books for children. Many were collaborations with her husband, illustrator Brian Pinkney. She is also an editor at Scholastic. They live in Brooklyn with their two children.
Sean Qualls is the illustrator of a number of celebrated books for children, including Before John Was a Jazz Giant by Carole Boston Weatherford, for which he received a Coretta Scott King Illustrator Honor, and Dizzy by Jonah Winter, an ALA Notable Book, a Kirkus Best Book, and a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year. He has also illustrated Little Cloud and Lady Wind by Toni Morrison and her son Slade and Giant Steps to Change The World by Spike and Tonya Lee, which will be published in January 2011. Sean lives with his wife, illustrator Selina Alko, and their two children in Brooklyn, NY.
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Bird in a Box
By Pinkney, Andrea
Little, Brown Books for Young ReadersCopyright © 2011 Pinkney, Andrea
All right reserved.
June 21, 1937
FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! SKIP GIBSON, YOU have done it again. You have turned Happy Hibernia into Not-Happy Hibernia.
How dare you interrupt Swing Time at the Savoy to announce the fight. Jeepers!
I’m as eager as anybody to see if Joe Louis wins, but that’s a whole day away. It’s bad enough that for months I’ve had to sneak-listen to the reverend’s radio. And now that he’s finally letting me enjoy my favorite program on the CBS Radio Network, you, Skip Gibson, have squashed it.
The truth is, if the reverend knew I was still thinking about singing—or swinging— at the Savoy, he’d lock me in the parish broom closet for a month. But that’s Speaky’s power. Speaky brings the Savoy to me and lets me dream. Even from the broom closet, I can escape to center stage, thanks to Speaky.
This all began early last summer when the parishioners at our church bought my daddy, the reverend, his brand-new Zenith radio. A gift to celebrate the church’s fifth anniversary.
The reverend wasted no time getting to know his newfangled present. That’s how Speaky got to be a member of our little family. My daddy even named his radio. Speaky, he calls it.
Daddy loves Speaky so much that he makes me dust the radio as part of my cleaning chores. Sometimes he watches to make sure I’m doing it right. “Bernie,” he says, “give Speaky a rub with the polish, will you?” And there I am, pleasing Daddy, putting a shine to the top of Speaky, as if the radio were a bald prince getting a head wax.
Speaky is perched right next to the writing table the reverend keeps in the closed-off corner of the vestry, the private place where he writes his sermons. That cramped little space is no bigger than a bread bin, though the reverend makes it sound like it’s some official office. He calls it his sermon sanctuary.
For the longest time, I was not allowed to listen to the reverend’s radio. He said he was trying to protect my virtue. But I am no gullible piece of peanut brittle. I know it was more than that. The reverend was right in thinking the radio would get me to missing my mother, Pauline. When my mama left for New York City right after I was born, she hit the road with a heavy suitcase packed full with her big dream—to sing at the Savoy Ballroom, one of the swankiest nightspots in Harlem.
Some days I wish my mother had taken me with her. I guess there just wasn’t enough room for me in her overstuffed luggage. But, oh, would I love something else to remember her by. All I know now of my mother is her name, Pauline—and, well, the music on the radio.
That’s not much. Especially since I’m left here growing up with the reverend, who, most days, is as starched as the rice water I use to iron his shirt collars.
Sometimes it is no slice of pie being the daughter of the Reverend C. Elias Tyson, minister of the True Vine Baptist Church congregation.
Everybody adores the reverend. To his parishioners, he can do no wrong. But in the eyes of my daddy, there are some things that can never be right.
For instance, he knows I can outsing most folks, but my desire to be a big-city performer is bad news to the reverend. It riles him.
Hibernia Lee Tyson is not giving up, though. I’m going to take the dream my mother had for herself and make it come true for me.
Along with Ella Fitzgerald, Chick Webb, and Duke Ellington, someday I will call the Savoy my own. I may have to wait till I’m grown. But if the chance comes any sooner, I will jump on that chance faster than I land on a hopscotch square.
Don’t let me admit any of this around the reverend. He has other notions for me. “Bernie Lee,” he declares, “places like the Savoy are a hotbed of sinful activity. I believe you’ve been called to a more fruitful occupation. I feel strongly that you’re meant to someday take over as the director of the True Vine Baptist choir.”
I don’t see anything sinful about singing in a ballroom. Time and time again, I have tried to tell the reverend that to deny me the opportunity to present my vocal abilities to a dance-floor crowd is to trap my God-given gifts under a butterfly net. To me, that is a sin.
Everyone in town knows that Hibernia Lee Tyson is going straight to the top. And you can bet your bottom dollar that I have the talent to take me there.
Other than the reverend, there are only two things holding me back. One is my age. I’ve just turned twelve, which is way too young for the Savoy. But I’m taller than most boys my age, and strong, too. And when I color my cheeks with face powder and use NuNile pomade to smooth my hair, I can pass for being a grown-up lady with real singing experience.
The other thing getting in my way to fame is my stubby fingernails, which I have bitten to the quick. You can’t be a big star without nice nails. People love to get singers to sign their cocktail napkins after each show. But who wants an autograph by somebody with fingertips that look like half-eaten pig’s knuckles?
The nail biting is a bad habit. No matter what, I can’t stop. What makes it worse is all I try that doesn’t work. I soak my fingers in pickle vinegar. I sit on my hands. I pretend my nails are covered with ants. None of this helps. For the life of me, I can’t find a way to quit.
But there’s one thing I know for certain. If I were out front at the Savoy Ballroom, I would show everybody that Hibernia Lee Tyson can roll out a tune sweet enough to bake. The world would have to wait for news about tomorrow’s Joe Louis fight while Hibernia Lee lit up the airwaves with her song.
The truth is, though, I am no closer to Harlem or the CBS Radio Network than I am to the moon. I am stuck here in slowpoke Elmira, New York, living upstairs from the True Vine Baptist Church with the Reverend C. Elias Tyson and Speaky, his radio.
Now Skip, don’t get me wrong—I’m truly rooting for Joe. So is everybody I know. But Not-Happy Hibernia will turn back into Happy Hibernia by listening to Swing Time at the Savoy. Without interruptions.
But, all right. Seeing as tomorrow is Joe’s big night, I guess all I can do is wait. And hope on Joe. And meanwhile, curse you, Skip Gibson, for stomping on my Savoy!
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This is yet another instance when words won't flow to describe the feeling of this wonderful book.This is a marvelous story of chaos and hope, about abuse and redemption, about surviving amid insurmountable odds, about friendship that lasts and about emotional and physical scars that are painful and long to be healed.Set in 1937 when mighty Joe Lewis (Brown Bomber) gained the world heavyweight boxing championship, the author showed the miraculous ability of Lewis to be a springboard of hope, not only for a nation, but particularly for the black community.As the philco radio announced each fight, three children, destined to come together, listened carefully as time and time again Mighty Joe refused to stay down and consistently fought his way from the ground to the heights of fame.This book is charming, insightful, poignant heart breaking and hopeful.Hiberina Lee Tyson's mother took off to follow her dream of singing at the great Savoy Ballroom in Harlelm. She left behind a spunky, smart, determined child raised by a minister father. Hiberina has a dream...she wants to sing just like her momma.Before landing in The Mercy Home For Negro Orphans, Willie had a dream. He wanted to be a boxer. His dream was scattered when in one cruel abusive act, his alcoholic father destroyed his hope.Otis dreams of his mother and father before they were killed in a car accident. He finds life tolerable in the Mercy Home For Negro Orphans because Willie is his friend. When he meets Hibernia, he has a dream that she will notice him.One of my top reads for 2011, this is a must read!five stars
¿Let¿s go mighty Joe/Battle like the Alamo.¿ Joe Louis was an inspiration to people around the world, and especially to three black twelve year olds in Elmira, New York in Andrea Pinkney¿s Bird in a Box. Hibernia, Otis, and Willie lead very different lives. Hibernia is the daughter of a preacher and dreams of becoming a famous singer, Otis lives in an orphanage because his parents were killed, and Willie lives in the orphanage because of his abusive father. When Miss Lila asks the church choir to come sing at the orphanage, their paths cross, and a tentative friendship between the three slowly evolves throughout the novel, with events that are spurred by Joe Louis fights. This historical tale, told from the alternating perspective of Hibernia, Otis, and Willie in the late 1930¿s, illustrates the power of believing in dreams. While the friendships that form in the novel are believable and even admirable, the true strength of this story lies in the growth of each of the individual characters. Hibernia, Otis, and Willie all have individual hurdles to overcome, and they do so with love, determination, and sometimes heartbreak. The events surrounding Joe Louis during this time serve as a larger backdrop that echoes the more individual turmoils highlighted in the novel. Actual radio transcripts and boxing names and events are used in the book, adding authenticity to the story. While this is a heartwarming book of self-discovery and acceptance, there are also a couple of passages that are hauntingly disturbing, such as the scene where Willie¿s hands are burned in hominy by his father. Scenes like this fit in the storyline, but may be disturbing for younger readers. For that reason, this prize-fighting book is recommended for grades 6 and up.
This is a wonderful story set in 1936. The story and characters draw you in from the start. This book should easily be considered for a Coretta Scott King award.