The Silent Boy

The Silent Boy

by Lois Lowry


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Katy Thatcher was the bright and curious daughter of the town doctor. She was fascinated by her father’s work, and even as a child she knew that she too wanted to be a doctor. She wanted to know about people. Perhaps it was this, her insatiable curiosity, or simply the charm of Jacob’s gentle intimacy with animals large and small, that fueled their friendship. Although Jacob never spoke to her or even looked at her directly, Katy grew to understand him from the moments they spent together quietly singing to the horses. She knew there was meaning in the sounds he made and purpose behind his movements. So when events took an unexpected and tragic turn, it was Katy alone who could unravel the mystery of what had occurred and why.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780544935228
Publisher: HMH Books
Publication date: 06/06/2017
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 240
Sales rank: 1,175,532
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.70(h) x 0.80(d)
Age Range: 10 - 12 Years

About the Author

Lois Lowry is known for her versatility and invention as a writer. She was born in Hawaii and grew up in New York, Pennsylvania, and Japan. After several years at Brown University, she turned to her family and to writing. She is the author of more than thirty books for young adults, including the popular Anastasia Krupnik series. She has received countless honors, among them the Boston Globe-Horn Book Award, the Dorothy Canfield Fisher Award, the California Young Reader’s Medal, and the Mark Twain Award. She received Newbery Medals for two of her novels, NUMBER THE STARS and THE GIVER. Her first novel, A SUMMER TO DIE, was awarded the International Reading Association’s Children’s Book Award. Ms. Lowry now divides her time between Cambridge and an 1840s farmhouse in Maine. To learn more about Lois Lowry, see her website at

Read an Excerpt

Prologue: June 1987

I am a very old woman now. My great-grandchildren—who call me Docky, a name my youngest patients gave me years ago—ask me to tell them stories, and I make up tales about talking pigs with pink hair ribbons on their curly tails, or monkeys who wear vests and carry canes. I am as good at foolishness as I once was in the operating room.
     If I tried to tell them this story, the one I am about to set down here, their parents would send me warning looks over the heads of the children. Don’t, the looks would say. Stop.
     Meaning, too depressing. Too complicated. Too long ago.
     So when they come to me—young Austin, named for his great-grandfather; the twins, Sam and Zoe; merry-eyed Lily, adopted from China; and solemn Katharine, who has my name but insists on it whole, never Katy, as I once was, or Kate, as I am now—when they come and ask me to tell them stories, I never tell them this one.
     It is not really a story for children, though it is about a child.
     But someday one of them will point from a car window toward a huge stone building with boarded windows set in an empty, unlandscaped field at the west side of town and ask, “What’s that?” Perhaps they will see, through untrimmed ivy on the stone wall surrounding the field, the carved word in the post to which an iron gate, long gone, was once attached. ASYLUM. A strange word, and a great-grandchild will likely mispronounce it at first, as I remember I did when I was learning to read.
     “What’s that? What was it for?”
     I will write it down here, and this is what they will read, as an answer.

But where to begin?
     I will begin with myself. Katy Thatcher. Here I am, thirteen, wearing a sailor dress in this old photograph, looking solemn (but proud, too; the dress was a new one, and I felt grown up). I was, I think, a solemn girl: Henry and Caroline Thatcher’s oldest child, and for eight years their only.
     Our house on Orchard Street was large, and to the side of the big shingled house, its entrance approached from a pebbled walk through the yard (the walk was between oak trees, and Levi, the stable boy who tended the horses and did odd jobs, spent many days in fall raking it bare), was my father’s office. A small sign at the side gate read HENRY THATCHER, M.D. From my bedroom window above the porch roof, I could see patients unlatch the gate and make their way to that door, bringing their babies, their arthritis, their small aches and larger sufferings, to my father.
     By thirteen I already knew that I wanted to be a doctor, too. I read accounts in the news of the war that was raging in Europe, and I could not wrap my mind around the reasons for it or the terrible logistics of battles far away. I listened to my parents talking to their friends, our next-door neighbors, Mr. and Mrs. Bishop, as they fretted over their oldest boy, Paul, who was just finishing Princeton then and should have been looking ahead to law school and to joining his father’s firm one day. But Paul was already yearning to enlist in a war that had not yet, in 1915, begun to take American boys.
     But at thirteen, when I read the war news, I thought only of the wounded and how if I were a doctor I could set their bones and heal their burns. I had watched my father do so many times.
     I was not yet four when San Francisco toppled in an earthquake and burned. Even so young, I heard talk of it.
     At eight, I had heard of the terrible fire in New York, of the factory girls, scores of them, leaping from the windows, their clothes aflame, and dying, burned and mangled, on the sidewalk while people watched in horror. My mother had said “Shhh” to Father when she saw me listening, but he, seeing that my interest was real and not just a child’s curiosity, spoke to me of it later. Though I was still a child, we talked of the ways in which death comes, and how perhaps, not always, but sometimes, a doctor could push death away, could hold it back, or at the very least make it come easily.
     By thirteen, by the time I had the sailor dress of which I was so proud, many of those moments were past. San Francisco had been rebuilt. The Triangle Shirtwaist Company fire had brought about new laws to protect factory workers.
     And on the edge of town, when I was thirteen, stood the stone building called the Asylum. It still stands there today, though newspaper editorials call it the Eyesore in an attempt at wit, and there is talk of tearing it down to make room for a housing development. Its windows are boarded over now, and the grounds are littered with debris. Sometimes, in my growing-up years, when Austin was my beau, we would walk out that way, holding hands. Sometimes I found myself glancing at the ground, wondering if I would spot the gleam and flicker of a cat’s-eye marble dropped by a boy. I wondered, then, as I still do, about the boy who had once given me a kitten and changed my life forever. His name was Jacob Stoltz.
     His is the story I mean to write down now.

1. September 1908

My friend Austin Bishop lived next door and was to be invited to my sixth birthday party the next month. Austin was already six and said that he could read. I thought it was true because he showed me a book with a story in it and told me the story—it was about a mouse—and then he told me the story again, and the words were exactly the same. Reading, I knew, was what made the words always, always be the same.
     Jessie Wood was to come to my party, too, and had told me a secret, that she was bringing me a tea set with pink flowers as a birthday present. She had promised her mother that she would not tell. A promise was a very important, very grown-up thing, and if I promised not to tell something, I would never ever tell. But Jessie was often naughty. She disobeyed. She told me that the pink flowers were roses and the tea set was real china.
     Austin’s brother, Paul, was not invited because he was too big. Paul was almost fifteen years old and had his own desk, many pencils, and a book with maps. He had a pocketknife that was very sharp and we were not to touch it, ever. He tried to smoke his father’s pipe but he was too young, and it made him sick. We saw him being sick out by the barn. It was yellow and splattered on his shoes.
     Austin’s father was named Mr. Bishop, and he was a lawyer, but at home he spent a lot of time out in the barn, pounding and sawing. He liked tools and steam engines and wheels and anything that moved its parts and made noise. Sometimes he said he wished he could be a train engineer. During the summer, when Austin’s birthday was coming, Mr. Bishop and Paul worked many days out in the barn. It was a secret. No one could peek. They made a lot of noise, and it was a surprise for Austin’s birthday.
     My mother said, when she saw what they had made, that it was a mazing. I had never seen a mazing before. It had wheels, but it was not a velocipede. Everyone had a velocipede, even me. I was allowed to ride mine to the mailbox, but then I was always to turn around and come back.
     Austin could sit in his mazing. He pushed with his feet on the pedals and he traveled down the walk. I supposed he could go to town in the mazing if he wished. Perhaps he could go to his father’s office. Or to the library, or Whittaker’s Dry Goods! A mazing could go anywhere.
     I hoped that someone was building me a mazing for my birthday, but I didn’t think that anyone was because there was no noise coming from the Bishops’ barn or from our stable, except the plain old noise of the horses snorting and stamping their feet as Levi cleaned their stalls.
     Our horses were named Jed and Dahlia, and they were brown but their manes and tails were black. Our cook was named Naomi, and she was also brown. Everything has a color, I remember thinking. I could not think of a single thing that had no color, except the water in my bath. You could see through water, I realized—could see your own hand when you tried to hold water in it, but then it ran away, right through your fingers, no matter how hard you tried to keep it there.
     Austin had one more thing besides the mazing, one more thing that I wished I had. He had a baby sister! She had horrid black hair and cried a lot and her name was Laura Paisley Bishop.
     How they got Laura Paisley was very, very interesting to me. Austin’s Nana took him on the train to Philadelphia for a whole day. How I wished my grandmother would do that for me! My own Gram lived in Cincinnati and came by train in the summers to visit, but she never took me with her on the train. Austin said it was noisy and clattery and you could look through the windows and see trees go by as fast as anything. Sometimes, when the train was going around a curve, you could look ahead and see the engine and know that you were part of it, still attached. It was hard to imagine.
     They rode to Philadelphia and went to a museum, where they saw stuffed creatures, like bears, posing as if they were alive, and then they had lunch in a restaurant, with strawberry ice cream for dessert. Then they went back to the train station and came all the way home on the train again. When they arrived at our town, Austin’s Nana used the telephone at the railroad station to call his home and see if anything exciting had happened while they were away.
     “My goodness!” she said to Austin, then. “There will be quite a surprise at your house when we get there.”
     So they walked all the way home from the station, and when they got to Austin’s house, he saw the surprise. It was a baby sister!
     They had found her out in the garden. That’s what they told Austin: that his mother had gone outside to pick some tomatoes for lunch, and when she looked down, she saw a lovely baby girl there.
     “Fibber!” I said to Austin.
     I did not believe him because I had been playing in my own backyard almost all day, and never once heard a baby, and did not see Mrs. Bishop go out with her tomato basket at all. In fact, my mother had told me to play quietly because Mrs. Bishop had a headache and was lying down most of the day.
     So I called Austin a fibber and he was angry and threw some dirt at me and said I could never hold his baby. But I asked my mother later and she said it was true that Mrs. Bishop had found the baby in the garden. Mother said that she hoped someday we would find one in ours.
     So I decided I would look carefully each day. But it seemed a very strange thing, that babies appeared in gardens, because it might be raining. Or it might even be winter! I hoped that the babies were bundled up in thick blankets then!
     I had to apologize to Austin for calling him a fibber. His big brother, Paul, was there when I did, and Paul laughed and said I shouldn’t bother. Paul said I was the smartest child on the street. (It was not true, because I couldn’t read yet, no matter how I tried.) But his mother, who was sitting in a rocking chair holding Laura Paisley, said, “Shhhhh,” so Paul shushed and went away and slammed the screen door behind him, which startled the baby, so that her eyes opened wide for a second and then closed again.
     I hoped her hair would improve because it really was horrid to look at. It was exactly like Jed and Dahlia’s manes.

Reading Group Guide

1. Katy is an innocent young girl. During the course of the book, we see certain events and people opening her eyes to the world. How does she react to the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory disaster and the San Francisco earthquake (and her mother’s pregnancy)?

2. What events or people opened your eyes to the world when you were a young child? Was there a moment or an incident that changed your perspective forever? How did it change?

3. What are the various terms and euphemisms people use to refer to Jacob and his condition (for example, touched)? Why do different people use different words to describe him?

4. What do you think of when you hear the word asylum? How do you think attitudes toward people with a mental disorder have changed–or have they remained the same?–since Katy’s time? How would Jacob be treated today?

5. Like any child, Katy must sort out fact from fiction as she grows up. What do different people tell her about childbirth and birthmarks, for example? Did you ever believe something that now seems silly? Did you ever tell someone something false about the world that that person then believed?

6. Look back at the discussion Katy and her father have about Jacob and his hat (p. 134). What other “irrational” things do people do to make themselves feel protected or lucky? Do you have any habits or any things you are attached to that make you feel safe?

7. A photograph appears at the beginning of each chapter of this book–did you like that? How did it change your experience of reading the book? Why do you think the author chose to include photographs?

8. “I decided I could do it all, and would. I would go to college. Then I would become a doctor and would marry Austin Bishop and have children” (p. 119).

Katy wants to defy the stereotypes of her gender. What do you think it would have been like to be a woman in the early 1900s? How have things changed for women since then? Do women still face a different set of expectations and opportunities than men do?

9. If you were in Katy’s place, what would you learn from what happens to Jacob? Look back at the prologue. Why do you think Katy, as an old woman, still feels the need to tell this story?

10. Have you ever had to stand by while something you knew was wrong took place? Are some things just the way they have to be, or is there always a chance to fight for what you know is right?

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DallasFabulously More than 1 year ago
The Silent Boy Book Review This very odd story of a young girl addresses stereotypes, difficulties disabled people have, and much more. The Silent Boy tells a story about a young girl, Katy, who one day encounters a very mysterious retarded boy. Her and her father are going to pick up their new "hired girl" when Katy notices a faded figure of a boy in the window. Their hired girl, Peggy, explains to Katy that he is her retarded brother. Katy and her father encounter him many times in the future when traveling to the countryside to take care of various things. The boy, Jacob Stoltz, is very silent, and makes motions in a way to communicate that Katy begins understand just like she's family. He does very mysterious things such as slip away to odd places with no one watching. He barely speaks, has an extraordinary love for animals and appears to be very odd to Katy. Although she feels that this boy is very distant and strange, she feels some kind of connection to him. Katy understands Jacob's bravery in his actions. This touching story reveals the meaning in a distant connection and friendship. This book is very moving and interesting. It is a must read for people who love mysterious, well written novels that make one curious at every moment. Reviewed By: Tano Anonymously
pancakeonator More than 1 year ago
The Silent Boy by Lois Lowry was a good rainy day book. It kept me turning pages with its creepy, eerie, mysterious feel. I gave it three stars although the story line was good, it was a very forgettable book. The story starts when Katy Thatcher's family, the Thatcher, family gets a new hired girl. When this girl comes and starts working for the family things start to change and Katy notices the changes when her dad takes her out to the mill and the meet a boy named Jacob who does not talk. Then later in the book problems surface and Austin's family's hired girl leaves and Jacob is caught in the middle. Although the book had a decent plot line some of the details were confusing. Some of the detail even had no relation to the book. This is a book that will leave you wondering. This is a book that will keep you from being board. If you like Lois Lowry you should read this book, but I will warn you it is not like the Giver. Overall it is a very good book. I would read it again, but some and some of the detail might make since to me.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. At first when I began to read it, I felt it was going to be slow, but instead the pace quickened and I found myself always anticipating the next page. I think this book will join the ranks among Lowry's other hits such as The Messenger, The Giver, Gathering Blue, and Number the Stars. Just like those books, this one is simply titled, yet profound in meaning.
alyssama121 More than 1 year ago
This is a historical fiction book set in the early 1900s and follows Katy Thatcher, a girl who wants to be a doctor like her father. She meets a boy named Jacob who never speaks but has a way with animals and becomes sort of friends with him. However, some town scandal follows and Jacob does something horrible that he felt like was helping his family, but wasn’t. Silent Boy is an interesting middle grade book because it takes on rather serious subjects. It shows just how difficult it was to live in the 1900s and how dangerous it was to get sick or injured during this time frame. It also sets up how a mentally disabled person would have been treated and what their lives would have been like. It’s a bit dark, but I appreciated it for how genuine the story is and how it tells the straight truth. Katy is a wonderful main character, and I loved viewing the events through her perspective. While fairly young and a bit naive, she is exceedingly clever and figures out what the adults so often try to hide from her. I loved her relationship with her father and really enjoyed seeing a male figure who encouraged his young daughter’s wit and curiosity, which was likely not common during this time period. Throughout the book, he tries his best to be as truthful as possible with her while also keeping things appropriate for her maturity level. It’s a rather slow book because it takes its time setting up the time frame, the culture, and the way Katy’s and Jacob’s lives were; however, it’s a fairly short book and easy to get through. I would recommend this for mature middle grade readers, or for a family or classroom readalong to make sure young readers have resources and an adult to help them process the traumatic events that take place. I think it’s a wonderfully interesting concept for a book and enjoyed it a lot.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Recently I finished reading The Silent Boy by Lois Lowry . Lois, who lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts has four children named Alix Lowry, Grey Lowry, Benjamin Lowry, and Kristin Lowry.She published her first novel, A Summer to Die, in 1977. She also got two newbery honor awards for The Giver and Number The Stars. The book The Silent Boy is set in a small Pennsylvania town in the early 1900s. The Silent Boy tells the story of Katy Thatcher. A doctor's daughter and the unusual boy she meets on a nearby farm.Also Katy, who will one day become a doctor herself, encounters Jacob Stoltz through visits with her father to the Stoltz farm, and through Peggy, the family's hired girl, who is also Jacob's sister. Many characters demonstrate a ignorance to Katy’s mentally handicapped friend Jacob. People don't know how to handle mental illness because there is so little known about it at the time, so they are rude and mean towards him. So in my opinion the theme is to treat others the same way as you want to be treated to yourself and how you treat people you know and are close to. Even if the person is mentally handicapped. I really liked this book following a piece of someone's life. Also it is a really good story about someone who is “special”. But sometimes I felt that the story could be a little boring. So maybe if she had a couple more cool events in that time period I would like the story even more. I would recommend it to everyone ages 10 and older. Also everyone who likes the more past theme. Where there are no T.V’s and more rustic. Also if you like barns and animals the main character lives in a farm. This book is a really great book and I recommend it to anyone
melydia on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I was kind of disturbed by this tale. It is told by Katy, a young girl at the turn of the century, about a boy named Jacob, the titular ¿silent¿ boy. He is what modern folks would refer to as mentally challenged, speaking no words but able to accurately replicate the sounds he hears, such as a grindstone in motion or a horse¿s whinny. This is not a light read, and may be one that haunts me for quite a while. I can¿t really say why without giving away the ending, but if you¿ve read it, you probably understand what I mean. There¿s no happy ending, and from the start Katy warns the reader that most would find this tale ¿too depressing¿. And it¿s not that, exactly, but it¿s definitely sad. Well written, but very sad.
mathqueen on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This story takes place in 1908 and is a realistic view of the attitudes conveyed towards people with mental disabilities during this time period. The book tells the story of Jacob, a young boy who exhibits symptoms similar to what we now refer to as autism. People call him any number of names, and blame for any mishaps in the town. One of the main misconceptions of the time is that if you discussed certain topics that would upset or frighten pregnant women, it would sometimes adversely affect her unborn child. The book gave an example of a child whose mother had experienced a shock while carrying her child. The boy was born with a large, red birthmark on his face, believed to be a direct result of the turmoil she experienced while pregnant. This is just one example of the ways children could be ¿touched¿ by physical and mental disorders when born. Considering these beliefs, it is no wonder parents felt a sense of responsibility for the disability afflicting their child. Also looming in the background of this story is an asylum was located on the outskirts of town, believed to be the home of ¿madmen and lunatics.¿ Due to a series of misunderstandings, the young boy Jacob ends up in that very place. He is never seen or even mentioned by anyone in the town again, even though he is living within walking distance of his home. The sad truth is that while medical breakthroughs have occurred in the areas of physical and mental disabilities since 1908, many of the same taboos still exist in our modern times. Library Implications: Teaming with a medical professional for use of this book would be a great way to educate older students concerning the advances in modern medicine relating to mental disorders. Students could work in groups to research topics of mental disabilities. They could even compare and contrast the attitudes of the culture towards these afflictions. Treatment options could also be discussed, starting with asylum housing and moving toward the group home experiences of today.
Whisper1 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
He was different from others. Jacob Stolz walked head down, large feet shuffling along the dirt roads. He did not talk, but when engaged, made noises to imitate his surroundings. The sound of the great gristmill grindstone as it crushed the grain was expressed as shooda, shooda, shooda. The marbles as they hit each other were click, click, click. "Touched" is what people said about Jacob. Pointing to their heads, they said he was "touched." Representing protection from the outside world, his firmly placed cap rarely left his head. A lover of animals, he took comfort in their softness and beauty.She was different from others. Unlike the Stolz family,13 year old Katy Thatcher was a child of privilege. Unlike Jacob, she walked confidently. Her insatiable curiosity prompted her to engage with surroundings. A precocious child, this daughter of the small-town doctor had a keen sense of social injustice and an intuitive need to understand situations and people.In 1908 the world was different. The new fangled automobile was rare and for the very rich. The girls of poor farm families were hired help for those who lived in the large houses.Jacob's two sisters are different from each other. Peggy, the kind, sensible sister, is a maid to the Thatcher family and Nellie, the brassy, dramatic one, scrubs the floors next door at the Bishop household.The Thatcher family is different. They welcome Peggy as a family member. Their daughter Katy is taught to respect and include.The Bishop family is different. The hired help have a room in the cold winter attic. Their eldest son Paul knows that brassy, dramatic women have a role and will do his bidding, and the hay in the barn is the place they belong.Lowry is a magical writer. The book is filled with paradoxes, and as dramatic events spin out of control, we watch as the Thatcher, Bishop and Stolz families collide.While the reader is awed by the initial softness of a slower life time in history, the author is masterful in the juxtaposition of harsh realities of class, of both fair and unjust treatment of people, and the perception of "differentness."Highly recommended.
imsuebusy on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I started reading this book because I noticed that the protagonist's name is Katy Thatcher, and my daughter's name is Katie Thach. (I thought that was pretty cool.) This book is historical fiction, set in Northeastern America in 1908. The novel depicts the daily lives of hard working rural and small town folks. Nine-year-old Katy's father is a doctor who makes house calls in his horse-drawn buggy.Sometimes Katy accompanies Dr. Thatcher, and she has decided that she wants to follow in his footsteps and become a doctor, too.Katy befriends "the silent boy," Jacob, who is a 14-year-old neighbor with special needs. He helps his father on their farm outside of town. He loves animals and sometimes goes into town to visit with Katy's horses. Jacob's two older sisters are "hired girls" in town, one of whom helps out at Katy's house.Lois Lowry is a wonderful writer. She is knowledgeable, insightful, never boring. This book had a somewhat depressing undertone and did not end at all like I predicted, but sometimes real life IS just "real." Things happen and people move on. Ms. Lowry includes black and white photos of real people, buildings, and cars from the early 1900's. The photo detail helps the reader feel more attached to the characters.If you are looking for a realistic book about serious subjects and you can handle the matter-of-fact way Ms. Lowry depicts events, you will like this book.
porch_reader on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I've read and enjoyed several of Lowry's books, including [The Giver], [Gathering Blue], and [Messenger], but those were all futuristic, dystopian novels. [The Silent Boy] is an entirely different genre. Set in 1910-1911, it can best be classified as historical fiction. It is the rare writer who excels in multiple genres, but Lois Lowry is one of those writers.The Silent Boy is narrated by Katy Thatcher, a young girl who wants to be a doctor. Her parents - especially her father - treat her like the mature young lady she is, and so the grown-up, matter-of-fact voice in which she tells the story is not surprising. Because Katy's mother is expecting a baby, Peggy Stoltz comes to live with them and lend a hand. Katy adores Peggy and also befriends Peggy's brother Jacob, the silent boy of the book's title. Jacob is described by townspeople as "touched," or more impolitely as an "imbecile." But Katy sees that he is a kind and caring boy, who is especially good with animals. It is her understanding of Jacob that enables Katy to understand his role in the events that unfold in this book, and it is her understanding that makes what happens especially heartbreaking. I can't say more without giving away too much, but it is Lowry's careful creation of the relationship between Katy and Jacob that caused this book to touch me so deeply.
blessingsfive on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The young daughter of a doctor is taught compassion for those who are "different" and finds herself learning to understand the boy who doesn't speak and what he tries to do to help when his sister has an unwanted baby.
eduscapes on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Using historical photographs as inspiration for fictional settings and characters, Lois Lowry transports us to the early 1900s. As a fan of historical photos and historical fiction, I found her approach very appealing. It made me want to go through old photos and do some creative writing!
ElizaJane on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is a fictional memoir of an elderly woman who tells the story of her Pre World War I childhood and in particular her relationship with a boy who was "touched". We are never told what was wrong with the boy (I think in a effort to not apply modern day labels) but from the symptoms I came to believe he was autistic. This is a deceptively simple story. It is a sweet, quaint, nostalgic look at a time when telephones and cars were very new. Every chapter is illustrated with a photograph of the period which adds to the nostalgia. Slowly, as events unfold we become aware that something is not right and the ending is terribly tragic. In fact, we are warned on the opening page that this is a sad story, yet that warning slipped away from me as I was immersed in the simple lives of the characters. This is a book that you stagger away from and makes you think how something so awfully sad and tragic could happen.This book was filed in the children's section of my library, and it is a short, easy read but I think the full force of the story would be much more appreciated by a YA.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a story worth reading. It is about those beautiful days gone by when families were the center of everyone’s world. So simple and quiet and important. Reminds us what we have lost a little of in these days full of technology, yet also shows us what we have gained in empathy and respect for those special people who live among us. I prefer to believe that they couldn’t find Jacob’s name in the records because he escaped and spent all his days wandering!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Is it ok 4 a 10 year old?!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Awesome book, but poor little boy
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was an okay book it was a quick read
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In love with it
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i read this book and it is GREAT even though at the end everyboby thinks that he mudered someone but he didnt he wanted to save him but i think that you should try this book it is one of my favorites
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Mark Beliveau More than 1 year ago
Cute and sad. Love how she opened a chapter with an antique picture. Love her details.
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