The whole sky

Heather Henson

Book - 2017

Twelve-year-old Sky, a horse whisperer like her father, must put her own troubles aside when a devastating sickness strikes the foals at the multimillion dollar horse farms where they work.

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Published
New York : Atheneum Books for Young Readers [2017]
Language
English
Main Author
Heather Henson (author)
Edition
First edition
Item Description
"A Caitlyn Dlouhy Book."
Physical Description
235 pages, 10 unnumbered pages ; 22 cm
Audience
720L
Bibliography
Includes bibliographical references (pages [241-245]).
ISBN
9781442414051
9781442414068
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Twelve-year-old Sky has spent her life working with horses, helping her father, who has passed on a special gift to her: both can speak to horses. When they arrive at Shaughnessy Farms to help birth this year's foals, both father and daughter are mourning the recent death of Sky's mother. Homeschooled Sky rarely spends time with kids her age, but she befriends Archie, grandson of the farm's kindly owners. Then the foals are almost all stillborn for reasons no one understands, and Sky's father, who has started drinking, disappears. As Sky attempts to discover what is killing the foals, Henson (Dream of Night) brings readers deep into the world of Kentucky horse farms, smoothly weaving in details about Sky and her father's work. Sky's grief is palpable, and her slow-building friendship with Archie is moving, as is Sky's growing understanding of his flaws and struggle to love him in the face of that humanity. But the heart of the story is Sky's preternatural bond with the animals she loves. Ages 10-12. (Aug.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 4-8-Sky Traveler's whole life revolves around horses. But Sky's mom recently died from cancer, and her dad has been less focused on caring for the horses and more on drinking. To make matters worse, there is a mysterious sickness affecting all of the pregnant mares on Shaughnessy farm, and Sky's gift of understanding horses has not helped save any of the stillborn foals. Sky is a likable character who is the most well-developed member of the cast. Her grappling with her father's alcoholism and mother's death is handled gently, and she is resilient yet relatable. Her ability to communicate with horses is treated less as magic and more as an unquestioned skill, which works well to propel the narrative forward. The plot moves quickly, and the mystery of the mares' health issues coupled with Sky's personal relationships will keep readers interested until the end. Supporting characters could use some additional depth, as some of their stories come off as unrealized. VERDICT Recommended for equestrian enthusiasts.-Ellen Norton, Naperville Public Library, IL © Copyright 2017. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Horn Book Review

When a mysterious syndrome causes several mares to deliver stillborn or dying foals on a thoroughbred farm in Kentucky, twelve-year-old Sky, who can telepathically communicate with horses, is determined to help. Inspired by a real foal epidemic in 2001 Kentucky (discussed further in an author's note), this inspiring story about overcoming loss is deeply emotional, and Henson's writing is gripping. Bib. (c) Copyright 2018. The Horn Book, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A girl who can communicate with horses learns why thoroughbred foals are dying all over Kentucky. In the wake of her mother's death, 12-year-old Sky Doran, a white girl of Irish descent, accompanies her father to the prestigious breeding barn where he works each year during foaling season. Sky's family has always been nomadic, but Shaughnessy Farms feels like home, and Sky is relieved to be reunited with the mares she loves, especially her favorite, Poppy, who is expecting her first foal. Sky and her father share a secret family trait: they can talk to the horses telepathically. This year, to everyone's horror and astonishment, the foals are born dead or dyinghundreds of them in farms all across Kentucky. No one can understand why. Making matters even worse, Sky's father, who has battled trouble with alcohol before, shows up at a difficult delivery drunk. He leaves Sky among friends on the farm while he enters rehab. When Poppy's foal survives birth, Sky finds healing from her own wounds by caring for the fragile baby and uses her telepathy to uncover the reasons behind the epidemic. Mare reproductive loss syndrome, a real disaster stemming from 2001, forms the backdrop to a story of loss, growth, and friendship. Sky's first-person narration rings true, as do the details of everyday life among horses. This literary middle-grade tale with a touch of magic will find eager readers among horse enthusiasts. (Fantasy. 9-13) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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The Whole Sky 1 Just a small wooden sign here; blink and you'd miss it. SHAUGHNESSY FARMS Nothing like out front. With the big stone pillars to mark the entrance. And the wrought iron gate with the name woven through in delicate curlicue. With the historic plaque announcing Shaughnessy's place as one of the finest Thoroughbred broodmare farms in Kentucky. No, this was the back entrance--employees only--and Sky's father slowed enough to make the sharp turn, bringing the truck and trailer to a hard stop at the locked gate. "Smile for the camera," he said, an old joke, then did the opposite, frowning at the digital eye perched near the buzzer. It took a while, but finally a voice Sky knew better than just about anybody's came out, garbled and crackling, from the speaker. " 'Bout time, James Doran! Two weeks late, and no word at all! I'll dock your pay for that." "And I'll dock your head, Frank Massey. Let us in!" The gate swung slowly open, like magic, Sky had always thought when she was little, the whole place seeming like a magic storybook kingdom filled with the most beautiful creatures ever made. Allah breathed, and his breath became the horse--that's what it said in the book of Arabian horse legends her mother had read to her every night a few summers ago, and that's what she nearly believed. Allah is God in Arabia, her mother had explained, and Sky used to imagine that the first horse ever was made that way, from nothing but air and spirit. She could almost imagine it still. But now she was ready to see the real thing again. More than ready, after months and months, and all she'd been through, she was aching, starved. So the minute the truck made it through the Shaughnessy gate, she had the seat belt off, the window down, and she was leaning most of the way out. "Careful," her father warned, but he was barely doing twenty, taking it all in himself. The land, the way it rolled, soft and sweet. Not too flat in any one place, not too steep either. No weeds along the fencerows; not a single blade of grass out of place. Long black boxes of barns dotting the pastures. And miles and miles of four-planked wooden fence. The fence was hunter green instead of white or black like most fancy horse farms. The green made Shaughnessy stand out from all the others; the green made something puff up inside Sky's chest every time she saw it. As if she owned the whole place and all the million-dollar mares kept within the green barrier--a few of which she was finally seeing, farther off than she'd hoped for a first look, but a sight for sore eyes just the same. Glossy red coats shimmering in the sun, legs as long as a year. Gorgeous. Sky couldn't talk to horses from this far away, but she started buzzing anyway. Her whole body. Buzzing like their old electric teakettle after it had been plugged in but hadn't started boiling yet. And she knew without looking back over her shoulder, knew that her father was the same. Because that's the way it was with the two of them, always had been, for as long as Sky could remember. Excerpted from The Whole Sky by Heather Henson All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.