Emory's Gift

Emory's Gift

by W. Bruce Cameron

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From W. Bruce Cameron, the author of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling novel A Dog's Purpose, which is now a major motion picture!

After 13-year-old Charlie Hall's mother dies and his father retreats into the silence of grief, Charlie finds himself drifting lost and alone through the brutal halls of junior high school.

But Charlie Hall is not entirely friendless. In the woods behind his house, Charlie is saved from a mountain lion by a grizzly bear, thought to be extinct in northern Idaho.

And this very unusual bear will change Charlie's life forever.
Deeply moving, and interwoven with hope and joy, Emory's Gift is not only heartwarming and charming coming of age story, but also a page-turning insightful look at how faith, trust, and unconditional love can heal a broken family and bridge the gaps that divide us.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781429996136
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 08/30/2011
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 368
Sales rank: 67,993
File size: 396 KB

About the Author

W. BRUCE CAMERON is the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of A Dog’s Purpose, A Dog’s Journey, A Dog’s Way Home (all now major motion pictures), The Dog Master, Ellie's Story, Molly’s Story, Max’s Story, Shelby’s Story, The Dogs of Christmas, The Midnight Plan of the Repo Man, and others. He lives in California.
W. BRUCE CAMERON is the #1 New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of A Dog's Purpose, A Dog's Way Home, and A Dog's Journey (all now major motion pictures), The Dog Master, the A Dog's Purpose Puppy Tales for young readers (starting with Ellie's Story and Bailey's Story), The Dogs of Christmas, The Midnight Plan of the Repo Man, and others. He lives in California.

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Emory's Gift

By W. Bruce Cameron

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2011 W. Bruce Cameron
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-9613-6


"WHAT do I do if I'm in the woods and I run into a cougar?" I asked, starting off with one of his favorites.

"Cougar," Dad responded, nodding.

My stomach tensed. It was my favorite game, not because I really thought I'd encounter a cougar or a wolverine or any of the other animals I'd ever mentioned but because of the way it engaged my father. When we first moved from suburban Kansas City to our home both high and deep in the Selkirk Mountains of Idaho, my father lectured me all the time about how the woods were full of predators, but the gravity of his instructions had been drained away after five years without incident, so that now we just ran through the list and he repeated his warnings in what had gone from conversation to ritual. He set his fork down on his plate, gathering his thoughts. I leaned forward eagerly, as if I'd never come up with "cougar" before.

My father wasn't a big man. When he stood with other men he seemed to be on the shorter side of average, and his hands were small, though they worked well enough with wood to keep food on our table. Over the past two years he'd lost a few pounds and it didn't look good on him; his neck seemed too small for his collar and his reddish brown hair was often unkempt.

"Nobody has seen a cougar in a long time, Charlie."

"They're out there, though," I insisted. There were notices posted at the state campsite that warned hikers of mountain lions, aka cougars, aka pumas, aka panthers.

"They are out there," my dad agreed. "But a cougar probably isn't going to be after you," he said. "Most times you see a cougar, it will be running away."

"But if it's not," I insisted, my eyes pleading with him to stay in the game.

"But if it's not." He nodded.

I relaxed.

"Well, let's see, how much do you weigh, now? Twenty pounds? Twenty-two?"

My father was teasing me. I made a fierce muscle, my biceps quivering in alarm as I forced it to make what meager appearance it could muster. I had blond hair like my mother and the same brown eyes as my dad. As I proudly regarded the small lump of sinew I called my biceps, I could see the nearly invisible blond hairs sticking up out of my tan skin.

"Eighty-five," I announced.

Dad grinned. "You don't weigh eighty-five pounds, Charlie." Then the grin died, his eyes drifting toward the head of the table. There was a time when the woman who once sat there weighed a mere eighty-five pounds, when her weight was obsessively monitored and announced and analyzed, all for no ultimate good whatsoever. There was no doubt that this was what he was thinking as he looked at Mom's empty chair.

"Cougar," I reminded him.

He turned back to look at me. I still had his attention. "Well, a young cougar, one that isn't good at hunting, he might think a bite-sized boy like you could make a tasty meal. When they first get kicked out of the den they're hungry and wandering around, trying to find a territory they can call their own. Especially the males, they need a huge area. They don't want to run into a person—humans used to shoot them on sight and sort of selected out the bold ones, so the only mountain lions left are descended from the timid ones. But they could be dangerous if they're hungry enough, or if they feel threatened."

"So if it's hungry ...," I prompted.

"Okay, so if it's hungry, the first thing is, don't run. If you're running, a cougar's just a big cat. Ever see a cat jump on a string? It's instinctive."

"So stand still."

"Right. Stand up big and tall. If you've got a stick nearby, hold it up over your head, but don't throw it or point it. What you want is for that cougar to see you as a meal that's going to cost him, put up a real fight."

Dad said this last with less enthusiasm, tiring of the game already.

"Grizzly bear." Please, Dad. Please keep playing.

"Oh." Dad waved his hand. "You're not going to see a grizzly around here, Charlie. Last one seen in this part of Idaho, had to be thirty years or more ago. They're practically extinct in the lower forty-eight."

"But still. If I saw one."

My plaintive insistence carried a lot of despair that my father could have picked up on if he'd been paying attention. I was losing him. No matter what I did, I couldn't seem to hold his attention for more than a few minutes at a time, anymore. I could've danced around directly in front of him, waving my hands, crying out, "Dad, look at me! Here I am," and he'd somehow lose sight of me.

His gaze drifted back to the empty chair at the other end of the table.

"Dad?" Why don't you love me? How can I get you to love me?


His glance seemed a bit surprised, as if he couldn't quite remember who I was.

"Grizzly bear? If I did see one."

He sighed. "Charlie."

"Grizzly," I insisted.

He looked within himself, consulting his inner encyclopedia. "Thing about a grizzly is it probably isn't looking to eat you. If it is, you'll know because it'll act like it doesn't care you're there. It won't look at you, it'll pretend it's foraging, but every time you see it, it's gotten closer. That kind of bear you treat just like a cougar; you talk loudly at it, you back away, you get yourself a weapon, and if it attacks, you fight. Go for its eyes. Let it know that as far as unplanned meals go, you're not worth the bother."

A wiser child would have quit the game right there, but I kept pressing: "What if I just run across one, by accident? One with cubs?"

"Mother grizzly is just like a black bear. She's defensive; she just wants to protect her cubs. You back off; you try to get as much distance as you can from those cubs without running. If she attacks you, you curl up, protect your head and neck with your arms, and play dead. Lie there until she's long gone."

"What if it's a male? Dad? What if it's a male grizzly? What then?" A certain shrill desperation crept into my voice.

Dad didn't hear me. He was looking at the end of the table, seeing his wife, maybe, or maybe just seeing the hole she'd left in his life when she died. I knew he'd be unresponsive now, a shell of himself, and that he wouldn't see me, either, not even when I got up from the table to do the dishes. It was as if I didn't exist.

When this happened, it felt like there were not one but three ghosts living in the house.

He said only two more words to me that night. I was in bed, lights out, lying there as silent as the house had been since dinner. My window was open a crack, cool mountain air flowing deliciously across my body. I heard my father ease out of the chair in the living room, snapping off the light next to where he had been reading. He came down the hall and stopped in the dark rectangle of shadow that was my open door: I felt him standing there, looking at me sprawled in a blanket of moonlight. "Tomato cages," he said.

And then he was gone.

"I hate you, Dad," I murmured into my pillow, the sound too quiet for even my own ears. I didn't hate him, of course. He was my whole world.

Sometimes I allowed myself the horrible contemplation that maybe my father hated me. Maybe he knew what I had done. The thought made my heart pound; it could wake me up at night with the sensation of drowning in cold water.

I didn't have a name for it, this thing. It was my awful secret, my awful, horrible secret. If my dad knew, if he had even a strong suspicion, it would explain how a father might come to hate his own son. Wouldn't it? How would he ever forgive me, when I couldn't even forgive myself? I was a bad person, though the only other human being who knew what I'd done had died a year ago last April.

That night I heard Dad sobbing in his bedroom, a choking noise that filled me with dread and fear. He never cried in front of me, not once, but this was far from the first time I'd heard him down the hall, facing his pain alone.

I was hurting, too. Why didn't he come out of his bedroom and ask about me, his only child? We never talked about what was the most significant event of our lives. We came back from the funeral as if the only reason we were together was that we had shared a ride, and each went our separate way into our grief as soon as the last well-meaning neighbor departed from our home.

It was as if Dad had an awful secret of his own, but everyone knew what it was. Mom was dead. That was the secret.

It happened to me, too, Dad.

It was August of 1974, and I'd just turned thirteen. I was small for my age, several pounds shy of the eighty-five I'd boasted of at dinner. Our home in northern Idaho bordered state land for miles and miles in every direction and when we'd moved there a few years prior I thought it was paradise. Mom had loved it.

We used to have real family conversations when she was alive, not just animal games but discussions about my future, the war in Vietnam, what they were building at Dad's shop. Now my dad would let a whole day go by without initiating a dialogue—I knew, because I'd tested it once, but it made me so heartsick that I broke the silence the next morning, babbling ceaselessly just to beat back the loneliness. That night's final exchange had been typical.

"Tomato cages."

The wire tomato cages were sitting out in the square patch of lumpy earth that used to be Mom's garden, looking like skeletal soldiers filled with a twisted circulatory system of brown, dead plant stalks from the year before.

One Mother's Day long ago I'd presented Mom with flags I'd made for the tops of the cages. They were just strips of white cloth the art teacher provided, but I'd laboriously painted "Tomato" on them, seeing them in my mind as pennants snapping in the wind out in the garden, serving notice that the tomato cages were for tomatoes and not corn or potatoes or zucchini. In reality they hung limp from their wire frames, the letters illegible in the folds.

Mom said she loved them. She never pointed out that tomato cages are supposed to be narrow at the bottom and wide at the top—I'd crafted flags for upside-down tomato cages. From that year forward she placed the tomato cages so that they looked like miniature oil wells out in the garden and at the end of each growing season would carefully roll up the flags and then duct-tape the roll so that the flags wouldn't be affected when the tomato cages were stacked in the pole barn.

Mom had had a good October day two years before, tending to her garden, preparing it for the winter and for a spring planting the doctors correctly predicted she wouldn't see. I helped her do some raking and told her she didn't have to tape the flags on the tomato cages. By that time I knew how stupid I'd been and was embarrassed that the neighbors might see our upside-down cages and think I was just a kid.

"We should just throw those out," I said.

"Nonsense, Charlie. I love my flags," Mom said. I was growing up, in my eyes, but she sometimes still treated me as a child.

She tenderly taped each flag in a thick roll atop the cages, then straightened, putting a hand to her face. "Whew. Let's put these away tomorrow; I need to go lie down."

The way I remembered it, she never really got out of bed after that, not in a way that didn't make me feel as if she were invisibly tethered to it. By April of the following year, my dad and I were standing numbly in a spring snowstorm, listening to Pastor Klausen talk about what a wonderful woman Laura Hall was, while the wet built up on the casket in a way that made me want to towel it off to save the gloss from being ruined. My dad held my hand and his fingers were like ice.

Most of the people wore black. I resented the ones who gave me pitying glances and I resented the ones who lacked the courage to look at me and I resented the ones who reacted to the wet weather with distressed expressions. I knew it wasn't fair, but there was nothing fair about any of it.

I didn't cry until we got back home, where Mom's presence was still everywhere, palpable, defying the unreal fact of her death. And then, when I cried, it was as much out of guilt for what I had done as anything else.

So that's why I hated my father for bringing up the tomato cages. Why now? Why did he even care?

Touching them was the last normal thing my mother had ever done. As long as they still stood sentry out there in the garden, it was as if they were waiting for a woman who was coming back any time now.

The next morning, instead of obeying my father's instructions to yank the tomato cages, I deliberately chose to embrace a glorious disobedience. I'd long before discovered the small tin in my father's bedroom drawer that contained the key to the gun cabinet. I loved to pull the guns out and sight down on small prey in the backyard and "pow!" they'd be blown to imaginary bits. The .30-06, a huge, heavy rifle, had a small telescope on top, two thin hairs intersecting on pretend wolves and bears across the valley. The slugs rolled around in my hand with a thrilling weight and snicked into place when I loaded each weapon.

Dad told me when we first moved to Idaho that when I was big enough he'd teach me how to handle guns. But he was never going to teach me; he hadn't even opened the cabinet in two years.

I spread a kitchen towel on the table and lined up my tools. I glanced at the sweep hand on the clock and saw that it was just ten seconds away from 11:50 A.M. I decided to see if I could disassemble a weapon in two minutes, the way recruits did in boot camp movies. The second hand passed over the 12 and I began confidently dismantling my dad's .30-06 rifle.

I went further this time than ever before, basically taking the gun completely apart. I examined each piece of metal, a few of them very small, as I freed them from the main assembly, placing them on the towel like a surgeon lining up scalpels before an operation.

Just before noon I realized I'd failed to track when my two minutes were up, but it didn't matter because I'd just heard something that made me freeze, my eyes wide open, disbelieving.

We seldom got much traffic up in these hills beyond town. Anyone turning off the paved road, County Highway 206, was either lost or on his way to one of only six houses clustered up here on Hidden Creek Road. A long climb, full of switchbacks, would take you to our place, and a little farther on you'd crest the hill and then make your way back down to join Highway 206 again, the downward half of the loop just as steep as the upward half.

I knew that climb well. The school bus always went to the opposite end of Hidden Creek Road first, so that our house was the last stop. This was fine for the morning because it meant I had a few more minutes to sleep in, but in the afternoon I was too impatient to make the full loop and would get out with a handful of other students who lived just off Highway 206. Then I'd run home, my breath getting ragged as I chugged up the steep switchbacks on Hidden Creek Road. And I mean run, because my mom was sick and I wanted to see her and make sure she was okay.

I never told her the reason I raced up Hidden Creek Road as if being pursued by outlaws was that I was running home to her, but I'd like to think she knew. She was always glad to see me. Walking in the front door to her welcoming smile was often the high point of the day.

Whenever a vehicle turned off the pavement and headed up our way, we could hear it in the valley. I'd long ago learned which sound meant the mail truck was coming; which clanking, grinding noise meant that the neighbor lady Mrs. Beck was driving her husband's stick shift; and which throaty roar meant that my father's Jeep had turned the corner.

It was this last that came to me clearly through the open kitchen window to me now. What was he doing home? Did work let out early?

And what really mattered: I had just a few minutes before my father came into the house and saw me sitting there with his forbidden rifle broken apart on the table. I jumped up and my motion jerked the kitchen towel and the gun parts fell to the floor in a shower of metal.


THE sound of the front door opening coincided perfectly with the firm click of the gun cabinet door as I shut it. I whirled and faced my father, who stood on the threshold and stared at me. Behind me I could feel the .30-06 rifle vibrating in its slot. I'd reassembled it with an alacrity that would put a smile on the face of any drill sergeant, but I was still standing right in front of the cabinet with no excuse for why I was there, guilt painted all over my face. I eyed my father with fear. I read in his expression that he knew what I'd been doing, and my heart sank with it.

"Charlie?" he said, his tone puzzled.

I drew in a breath. My fists clenched the gun cabinet key in my hand, its tiny teeth digging into my palm.

"Charlie? You're not ready?"


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MidwestAnimalLover More than 1 year ago
I was lucky enough to get a hold of an ARC of this amazing book. I was already a fan of A Dog's Purpose, and was nervous to read this because I wondered if I would like it as much as I had loved the other. I shouldn't have bothered to worry as this book is as good, and yet totally different from A Dog's Purpose. Mostly what I am left with is the spiritual profundity of this book's message. Not to plot spoil, but for me, this book is truly a Christian allegory, another way of seeing how messages of complete love and spiritual enlightenment can become complicated in this oh-so-flawed human world. Something about the purity of the animals that Cameron chooses to tell stories with and through helps these universal messages of love he conveys to shine through. And it's funny! And it's sweet...and it's so very romantic, in the kind of real-life flawed and awkward way that makes you believe these characters are as true and real as anyone you've ever met. I devoured this and can't wait for whatever this author has coming up next. I'm a huge fan and I am SO thrilled to have read this! More, Mr. Cameron, more!
PattyCakeLady More than 1 year ago
I was lucky enough to read the blockbuster "A Dog's Purpose" before it became a huge bestseller, and I guess now it's going to be a huge movie from Dreamworks. Because of that, they let me read W. Bruce Cameron's newest novel early, and I have to say, though I'm a huge A Dog's Purpose fan, it's possible I loved this one even more. The unexpected plot twists kept me turning pages on this one long after I'd decided to put the book down for the night. I was swept up in the stories of the characters, who are all so realistically drawn I came to feel as if I knew them in real life. This is the story of a father and his son who grapple with the need to move on with their lives after the death of the woman who was holding the family together. A chance encounter with a grizzly bear changes everything-the boy and his father must save the bear, and, in so doing, learn to be a family again. Just as A Dog's Purpose was told in the voice of a real dog, Emory's Gift is told in the voice of a real 13-year-old-boy. His take on things is often hilarious (he seems to have a crush on just about every girl in his life) and yet rings utterly true when he faces the challenges of being an eighth grader, with all of its attendant social agonies. Bottom line: I laughed many times reading this beautifully written book, but also I cried tears of joy and recognition. This novel is an utter delight. Note: The spiritual themes in this book are even deeper and more profound than those in A Dog's Purpose. Cameron is one of the few novelists out there who isn't afraid to talk about big issues, God, the meaning of life, the nature of faith. It's courageous in a literary climate where the big trends are toward everything being depressing, and "dystopian." I like to read a book that uplifts me, and makes me think. Cameron keeps turning them out! This one will satisfy me until the sequel of A Dog's Purpose comes out...can't wait!
iamchase More than 1 year ago
This book is absolutely fantastic! I was a huge fan of "A Dog's Purpose," written by the same author, and I can say without reservation that this one is every bit as satisfying. I am always nervous when an author I like decides to go in a different direction like this, but "Emory's Gift" is proof in my eyes that this author has more stories to tell. Personally, I'll be reading W. Bruce Cameron novels as long as he writes them. As for this book, it was an unexpected treasure. It hooks you from word one, immediately interesting, keeping your interest throughout and leaves you yearning for more. It is the type of book that you'll contemplate re-reading the moment you finish. Like his last one, this book is a joy to read, the characters are very real and easy to connect with, and by the end you'll feel the way you do after a long vacation; it is refreshing and moving, you'll laugh and cry and you'll return to your life with a new and wonderful perspective. It reminds me of the books that first got me hooked on reading as a young man. Novels like "Ender's Game" and "Catcher in the Rye" come to mind. It takes a book of exceptionally high quality and readability to get someone reading at that time of life, and this one is of that caliber, without a doubt. I wish I had a young person to buy it for! Do yourself a favor and buy two copies of "Emory's Gift." One to keep for yourself and one to give away, you won't regret it.
BookHounds More than 1 year ago
Much like A Dog's Purpose, Emory's Gift explores reincarnation. Shortly after 13-year-old Charlie's mom dies from cancer, he is walking in the woods near his home in Idaho and comes face to face with a cougar. Just when the cougar is ready to pounce, it backs off and Charlie finds himself staring down a grizzly bear. Instead of being attacked, Charlie finds himself making a connection with the bear, which follows him home. The bear sticks around and starts to communicate with Charlie. The story unfolds around their relationship and what happens is nothing short of a leap of faith. The bear has a simple message of faith to deliver which of course causes a commotion in the small town. The message of this story, while a bit religious, is something that will fill you with hope. It left me feeling very happy and hopeful. There is a lot of quiet humor in the book as well and the portrayal of Charlie as a teen is just perfect. The page turning moment hit me around page 200. The story just clicked and I became so caught up, I couldn't put it down until I finished it. This is a good clean read and is probably suitable for older teens.
enchantedMC More than 1 year ago
This wonerful book is appropiate for any age and I challenge any reader to stop reading. I stayed up 'til 2 a.m to finish. It is a tender story, with agonizing suspense. Shed a few tears but don't give up. You will love Emory!!!!
icedream on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I loved A Dog's Purpose so I was excited to get the chance to read this book. I was not disappointed. Cameron so far has used animals in his stories in a way that emotionally draws the reader in. This book is about a boy named Charlie who has a terrible time after the death of his mother and becomes distant with his father. The bear in this tale is more than just a bear, be prepared as always for "Cameron's Gift" of using an animal to touch our human heart.
KristiB41 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was such a sweet story although I found myself crying a few times in the book. Charlie, the main character, loses his mother and then happens to befriend a grizzly bear, Emory. Emory is thought to be a soldier reincarnated and therefore seems tame. Emory helps Charlie through the stress of life as a teenager and I think everyone needs an "Emory" in their life. I will admit I had to go the end of the book to find out if Emory dies because I was not going to finish the book if he did. I am happy to say he doesn't die and I can't wait to read "A Dog's Purpose," also by this author. A great book for kids and adults, especially animal lovers.
Laura_Corbett on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Yes! Yes! Yes! I loved Emory's Gift! When I got it, I wasn't sure if I would like a book about a bear, but I LOVED it! It has so many layers to it. Makes you think about coming of age! Makes you think about those that you love that have passed! Makes you think about relationships in general! Makes you think about reincarnation! Just makes you think and more importantly makes you FEEL! Thank you such a great read! I would recommend this to EVERYONE! I thought it would only be for animal lovers, but I think that ANYONE would enjoy this tale!
rapikk on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Charlie's mom died of cancer, and his dad has retreated into silence to cope with his grief. Lonely and friendless, and looking for an escape from junior high bullies, Charlie wanders into the woods one day and meets a grizzly bear. But this is no ordinary grizzly bear, as Charlie soon discovers. The grizzly bear, Emory, soon becomes a friend to Charlie. But keeping a grizzly bear as a secret friend is no easy task. Charlie must decide whom to trust with his secret, and how he can protect Emory from the community.I loved that this book wasn't just an animal story. Charlie has to deal with all sorts of realistic issues: bullies at school, after school fights, pretty girls, first dances, first kisses, arguing with his dad, missing his mom, and watching his dad enter the dating world. While this is an adult novel, and not juvenile fiction, it reminded me a lot of The Nine Lives of Travis Keating. The subject matter might be a bit much for most middle school students, but high school students as well as adults will enjoy this heart-warming, realistic and slightly fantastical story about a boy and a bear who rescue each other.
milibrarian on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Charlie is an outsider in junior high. Not only is he small for his age, bust some of the other kids treat him as if he had the plague because his mother has died. His father is in his own world of grief and unable to communicate with his son. Things begin to look up, however, when Charlie is befriended by a grizzly bear, Emory, who changes his world. While the premise of a wild but friendly grizzly bear is hard to believe, this is a a heartwarming story with generally well-developed characters. Cameron has done a good job with depicting the pitfalls of early adolescence; it is only Emory who is unbelievable. Recommended for teens and adults looking for an easy to read, fun story.
diogo79 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
What can I say about this book, amazing , really enjoyed it. It was a giveaway from LB, first time with this author. It¿s not a story about a bear that¿s for sure. Its about a motherless boy named Charlie Hall , his relationship with his Dad that has gone silent over the grief of losing his wife, then one day Charlie befriends this bear he happened to come upon in the woods, this bear changes the relationship with Charlie and his Dad.
bgherman on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
What a wonderful sweet story. Oh how I wanted this to be a non fiction book, the story was so well written it just felt like it should be true. This is a story about a child whose mother dies and he and his father are dealing with their grief when a bear comes into their lives. Emery's gift is what brings the two individuals back together. I cannot encourage you enough to read this book. I am glad I did.
alandee on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Emory's Gift is the heartwarming, coming-of-age story of 13 year old Charlie Hall who cannot forgive himself over his imagined slights to his dying mother. His emotionally distant father is so engulfed in his own grief that he cannot comfort his young son. Charlie's chance encounter with a grizzly bear changes his perspective on life, and the ensuing relationship with the bear helps him to deal with the traumatizing aspect of discovering his place in the adolescent world. Emory the bear is much more than he seems, and the need to protect him forces Charlie to confide in his father. A strong bond is forged in their ultimate goal to save the bear. The emerging gift of love, trust and forgiveness brings father and son back together and helps their healing to begin. What an uplifting story of a young boy coming into his own.
dulcibelle on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Charlie is 13 and his mother just died after an extended fight with cancer. His dad is too wrapped up in his own grief to notice Charlie's problems. Then Charlie meets a grizzly bear. But, wait. This isn't a retelling of Gentle Ben. Cameron has written a beautiful tale about love and acceptance. Told in the first person by the grown-up Charlie, Cameron gets the tone of all the characters just right. And the story has a happy ending. I loved this one!
acook on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Charlie Hall is in junior high school. His family recently moved to Idaho, his mother recently died and he's a late bloomer. He's struggling to relate to his dad who took his wife's death hard. Then a grizzly bear wanders into his life, and no ordinary grizzly at that. This one seems tame, seems to be able to scratch his name (Emory) in the sand, and later gives indication that he might be a reincarnated soul from the Civil War, with a message.The book relates the hubbub all this would cause, c. 1974, involving media, local law enforcement, Fish and Game, local hunters, as Charlie tries to save his bear and find out the message, and others of course feel the bear must be euthanized for the good of the community. There are subplots concerning Charlie's budding love-life.Overall the book held my interest, but I did not enjoy the parts concerning the possibility of a reincarnated spirit; i'm too grounded in the here and now. Others might find that intriguing. The author has Charlie telling the story from the viewpoint of a grown adult, now a bear biologist, and leaves just enough doubt that the young Charlie may have made up the whole thing.For the message you'll have to read the book. Of course it's a universally uplifting one.Worth reading if enjoy book with animals. Told with touches of gently humor, as to be expected from this author. Suitable for young adults.
CatheOlson on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
13-year-old Charlie, still grieving the loss of his mother, is having a hard time dealing with his uncommunicative father and the trials of being an 8th grade outcast. While out in the woods, he is befriended by a tame Grizzly Bear who claims to be a reincarnated civil war soldier with a message. When Charlie shelters the bear in his barn, things spiral out of control. There was a lot I liked about the book--I liked Charlie and his budding romance with 7th grader Beth; the book moved well and I was kept in suspense waiting to find out what would happen with the bear and what the message would be . . . but what downgraded my rating from a 4 to a 3 was the message itself. The other things that bothered me was that I had no idea this was a religious book--and would have liked to know that upfront. I'm also still not clear who the intended audience of the book is. From the description, I thought the book would be a good one for my elementary school library, but after reading it, it seems written more for adults . . . especially the prologue. I may run it by one of my advanced reader sixth graders to get a reaction.
readingrebecca on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I¿ve never been a 13 year old boy, but I did raise one, and I can attest to the true character of Charlie Hall¿his feelings, his speech, his overall being. To say nothing of the trials and tribulations of being in junior high school¿that¿s what it was called when I was there. None of this namby-pamby middle school stuff. Add to that the fact that Charlie Hall has lost his mother less than a year ago and his father has sort of disappeared into his own grief. Entering that picture is Emory¿a grizzly bear.Bruce Cameron has created a really loveable character in Charlie Hall. I was smitten with him in the first chapter. There were lines that had me laughing out loud and lines that had my heart aching for Charlie. I¿m an animal lover from way back and Emory¿s Gift was a joy to read. Can I believe all the things that happened with Charlie and Emory? When the writing is this good and the story this enjoyable, you bet I can!!I received an advance reader copy from the author.
PamelaBarrett on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Emory¿s Gift is a story about Charlie, a junior high school boy, whose mother has died and whose father is so lost in his own grief that he can¿t reach out to comfort Charlie. They barely talk to each other, and can¿t seem to bridge the pain. Late in summer, before school starts, Charlie is exploring the creek behind his house in Idaho, when he has a miraculous encounter with a huge Grizzly Bear named Emory. This life changing meeting of boy and bear affects more than just Charlie; it touches everyone around him.W. Bruce Cameron brought back all that junior high school angst in hysterical clarity, I laughed until the tears fell remembering the things we go through at thirteen. A mystical adventure, sweet, funny and oh so emotionally touching. I loved Emory¿bear hugs all around for this entertaining book. This would be a great book for teens and their families to read together. I reviewed this book through the Amazon Vine Program.
MaryinHB on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Much like A Dog's Purpose, Emory's Gift explores reincarnation. Shortly after 13-year-old Charlie's mom dies from cancer, he is walking in the woods near his home in Idaho and comes face to face with a cougar. Just when the cougar is ready to pounce, it backs off and Charlie finds himself staring down a grizzly bear. Instead of being attacked, Charlie finds himself making a connection with the bear, which follows him home. The bear sticks around and starts to communicate with Charlie. The story unfolds around their relationship and what happens is nothing short of a leap of faith. The bear has a simple message of faith to deliver which of course causes a commotion in the small town.The message of this story, while a bit religious, is something that will fill you with hope. It left me feeling very happy and hopeful. There is a lot of quiet humor in the book as well and the portrayal of Charlie as a teen is just perfect. The page turning moment hit me around page 200. The story just clicked and I became so caught up, I couldn't put it down until I finished it. This is a good clean read and is probably suitable for older teens.
SugarCreekRanch on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I expected Emory's Gift to be a coming-of-age story, where a bear plays a key role in a young man's life. But I did not expect the spiritual/supernatural aspect, where the bear does decidedly un-bearlike things and we see he's not just a bear. I was very disappointed when the story changed in that direction; I was expecting a kind of modern Gentle Ben and felt cheated. Emory's Gift is obviously loved by many readers. I think I might have liked it, too, if I'd had a heads-up about the nature of the bear. Instead I was mourning the loss of the bearlike bear.But the writing is outstanding! I loved the characters, and W. Bruce Cameron's storytelling was completely engaging. It was on the strength of this writing that I read A Dog's Purpose by the same author, and it was one of my favorite books of the year.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I started reading this book somewhere in July or June and just furnished it November 16, 2018. I have always been a fan of Bruce Cameron’s books and I think that they are so interesting and always touch my heart. I would definitely suggest this book for other animal loving people. It really does make my heart melt but not in a bad way. It was a joy to read it and now I’m sad that I’ve finished reading it. I would give this book a 10/10 and hope that other readers enjoy it. I hope you’ll buy it!
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A turnpager with an unanticipaced, but thoughful ending.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The ship fell into the surface of the planet, and most of the life-forms on it did not survive. <p> It had carried many various fauna and flora from the planets around this place; the planet that its inhabbitants call 'Earth'. The planet of which they say 'welcome' on every broadcast they send out, but nobody would ever go there because they shoot everyone down and disect them if they manage to land. Primitave, savage creatures. <p> The ship had been collecting various animals from many different inhabited planets. It had been brought here to pick up a rooster, some racoons, and a female and male lion, but an error had ocurred and caused it to crash. Why would they be collecting these animals? For science on their planet; so that they could teach the younglings. <br> The only survivors were a cholopanther (from Taezis) and her cub. <br> What is a cholopanther? Imagine a mountain lion. Now remove fur and skin folds, replace it with a tight, dark blue, slightly-translucent, very thick, skin that can glow at will. Put venom in the fangs, claws, and a retractable, needle stinger at the end of the tail. <br> Actually, they are kinda cute. Like a real-live pok&eacute<_>mon or something. No? No. <p> (It's a bit short, but prologues are not my specialty.)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago