A tale Magnolious

Review by Booklist Review

After summoning the courage to escape Grimsgate Orphanage, Nitty Luce wanders into a neighboring town, where she notices a chained circus elephant, Magnolious, awaiting being hanged. As the crowd jeers at the poor creature, Nitty steals some bright emerald-­colored seeds from a cart and hides between Mag's front legs. She senses fear and longing in Mag just like her own. Nitty encourages Mag to break her chains and the two escape amid a dust storm. Tired, hungry, and thirsty, they finally collapse in a barn. Windle, the farm's owner, however, is kind and even indulges Nitty's desire to plant the seeds. They grow and produce fruit, despite Fortune's Bluff's desolation, made worse by the sinister mayor's dust-making machine. Amateur sleuth Twitch, Nitty, and their friend set out to trap the mayor and save Fortune's Bluff. This beautiful story, set during the Dust Bowl, shows the power of hope and love even in dire circumstances. Nelson's ingenious young characters, wise adults, enriched vocabulary, tongue-in-cheek humor, and understanding of the elephants' feelings make this perfect for reading aloud.--J. B. Petty Copyright 2019 Booklist

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Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 5 Up-The whimsical tale of an orphan and elephant who, together, bring hope and change to a town in dire need of wonder. It all begins when 10-year-old orphan Nitty steals a pouch of unusual glowing green seeds. Moments later, Nitty makes a split-second decision to free Magnolious, an ex-circus elephant about to be executed for allegedly killing her trainer. Together, Nitty and "Mag" escape to Fortune's Bluff, a town on the edge of destruction due to intense and unceasing dust storms. There, they help a curmudgeonly farmer bring life back to his barren fields and team up with new friends to unravel the mystery surrounding the town's dust storms. Though comparisons to Katherine Applegate's The One and Only Ivan are inevitable, this novel merits praise in its own right. Nelson effortlessly weaves together the historical context of the Dust Bowl with elements of fantasy and adventure to create a wholly original setting. While readers will empathize with Nitty and Mag, who have each experienced hurt and loneliness at the hands of those who are meant to care for them, it is the eccentric troupe of supporting characters who stand out: Twitch, the endearing novice detective whose habitual wheeze usually blows his cover; Ferdinand, the dejected mustache-maker who believes in the life-changing power of refined facial hair; and Neezeer Snollygost, the ravenous and untrustworthy town mayor with a whistling nose. VERDICT Readers will be delighted by this effervescent story full of adventure, heart, and a dash of magic.-Lauren Hathaway, University of British Columbia © Copyright 2019. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

An orphan girl during the Dust Bowl steals an elephant, some magical seeds, and a cantankerous old man's heart.Nitty's starving since she's run away from Grimsgate Orphanage, where she's spent all of her 10 years, but she'll take hunger outside over abuse inside any day. She's no thief, but when she sees the gorgeous, glowing, green seeds for sale on the tinker's wagon, she can't resist swiping the bag. She flees town in a dust storm, taking refuge with the "Great Magnolious," an abused circus elephant scheduled to be hanged in a "spectacle never to be forgotten." The pair finds shelter in cranky Windle's barn, quickly warming his heart. Despite friendship (Windle is joined in Nitty's found family by Twitch, a boy with dust pneumonia), all is not well in tiny, poverty-stricken Fortune's Bluff. The townspeople are deeply in debt to "dastardly" Mayor Snollygost for food and medicines, and it's funny how the dust storms seem to strike whenever the mayor is angry at someone. Will the magical crop from Nitty's little cache of stolen seeds help them save the day? Nitty loves words, and Nelson's prose rises to the occasion, spooling out gorgeous sentences. Twitch has brown skin while almost everyone else is either undescribed or clearly white, but even the villains in this 1930s American town seem inexplicably oblivious to race.A beautifully written fantasy allegory with comic grace notes. (Fantasy. 9-11) Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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Nitty Luce wasn't born a thief. She wasn't born to rescue elephants. Or to make miracles. Nobody ever told her that, though, so she never had reason to doubt. If she'd doubted, none of the bamboozling goings-­on in Fortune's Bluff that spring might ever have happened. But they did happen. The morning started much like any other, with Nitty's empty stomach. It was near on two weeks since she'd run away from Grimsgate Orphanage, two weeks fighting pigs for the slop in their troughs and waiting for breadlines to empty out to scrounge a few dropped crumbs. She wouldn't stoop to begging, not after Headmistress Ricketts's stories of police tossing street urchins into lockup. Just yesterday she'd caught sight of her reflection in a store window, and oh, was she a shambles! Her tumbleweed hair poked out in all directions, crispy with days-­old dust. There was a film over her sun-­toasted skin and her flour-­sack dress, so in the glass she appeared more as a dirt smear than a ten-­year-­old girl. "You'll bunk in prison with the likes of Cutthroat Cob," Miz Ricketts had told them at the orphanage. She always gave this sinister warning before lights-­out, in case any of her wards got ideas about running away at night. "Or worse, Fang-­Toothed Lou." Nitty didn't believe a word of it. At least, not during daylight hours. Still, she didn't like the idea of fangs of any sort, so whenever she caught sight of police officers, she kept her distance. But this particular morning, she was doing battle with her hunger again, and it was being a downright bully. When she wandered into the heart of a city, a solid piece west of Grimsgate and north of nowhere, she was too light-­headed to worry over police. In fact, on reading the poster nailed to a lone withering tree on Main Street, Nitty had to steady herself against a nearby lamppost. Come one, come all! Witness the death of a murderous four-­ton beast! Public hanging in the square at high noon A Gusto and Gallant spectacle never to be forgotten. Below the words was a gruesome cartoon drawing of a circus elephant trampling a man, with a small caption: great magnolious kills trainer in cold blood. Nitty leaned closer, studying the fangs and claws drawn on the elephant, the steam pouring from its mouth and trunk, the smoldering rage in its eyes. The picture was nightmarish, the sort of sensational rubbish Miz Ricketts loved to read about in the Daily Tattler. Nitty didn't think too harshly of the Tattler, though. In fact, she often rescued old editions from the fireplace before they became kindling. They offered the most entertaining reading at Grimsgate. Now the crowd gathered about the poster was nodding and whispering, heads bobbing like the wind-­up tin clowns Nitty had once seen in a toy shop. "Savage business," one man declared, while two young women fretted about needing to procure smelling salts before the hanging. "The Gusto and Gallant Circus is well rid of the monster. I feel its devilry in my very bones. It would kill again, mark my words." "Yes," one woman twittered. "I heard its eyes are red as Beelze­bub himself." Nitty frowned. What did these people know about this elephant? Not a speck more than she did, probably. She'd never seen an elephant before, and she doubted any of them had either. She'd once read an account of an elephant in the Tattler, a "Just So" story by a man named Rudyard Kipling, that said the animals had an "insatiable curiosity." "Insatiable" made her think of eating chocolate, which would be delicious and wonder­ful, if there were any chocolate to be had. Which there was not. But if "insatiable" made her think of the delicious and wonderful, then an elephant's curiosity must be those things as well. Elephants must surely be like orphan girls, she decided: creatures sorely misunderstood and blamed for a host of troubles they had nothing to do with. She nudged her way through the crowd, glimpsing food carts and tinkers' wagons lining the edges of the square. A barber­shop quartet sang at one corner while a clown at another sold balloons. The square had the jaunty atmosphere of a carnival, which seemed even worse than backward to Nitty, given the occasion--­especially once she spotted a towering crane rising up from its center. The crane, she guessed, was how they meant to hoist Magnolious from her feet. It was every kind of awful. A chain fashioned into a noose hung from its arm, swaying as a forceful gust of wind hit it. Nitty shielded her eyes from the grit blasting her face, and others around her held kerchiefs to their mouths and scanned the sky. They were worrying over a dust storm, waiting for the tell­tale mud-­colored clouds to barrel down on them with the force of a bison stampede. Nitty held her breath, scoping for alleyways where she might take shelter, but the gust soon wheezed out. She turned away from the crane. She wouldn't watch the hanging, a gawker like the rest. It would be too cruel. But--­her stomach whined at wafting scents of roasted peanuts and cotton candy--­she would stay close by, in case somebody spilled popcorn or dropped one or two precious peanuts. Most any food had a sandy aftertaste these days anyway, so it wouldn't much matter if she got it from the ground. She was heading toward the peanut cart when a sudden spark of green caught her eye. She swiveled her head and ­spotted a wooden wagon. A slatted board in its side was propped open to display an array of colorful oddities. Puppets dangling from strings, jewel-­toned bottles full of mysterious potions or exotic perfumes, glass globes holding miniature kingdoms so real-­looking that Nitty half expected to see ant-­sized people popping out of their cottages and castles. The sign painted along the wagon's side read the merrythought windowshop. Nitty stepped closer, and again a twinkle of green flashed. She traced it to a small open pouch full of the strangest objects she'd ever seen. Shaped like question marks no bigger than a fingernail, they were the greenest sight in town. Maybe in the whole county--­or state, for that matter. Their bright hue was so cheerful, so incandescent, that Nitty had the urge to climb into the pouch with them. Her heart reached out to them, rising snugly and pleasantly into her throat. Being inside that pouch would be like being in a proper jungle--­a jungle so full up with trees and plants that she could wrap herself in hammocks of leaves and weave herself a home of vines. Nothing would be brown in that jungle. Even dirt and rocks would grow lovely, fuzzy moss. Excerpted from A Tale Magnolious by Suzanne M. Nelson 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.

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