The First Rule of Climate Club
(Sprache: Englisch)
When Mary Kate Murphy joins a special science program focused on climate change, the class opens her eyes to the anti-environmentalism in her small suburban town. With the mayor unwilling to listen to ideas for change, Mary Kate starts a podcast on climate...
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When Mary Kate Murphy joins a special science program focused on climate change, the class opens her eyes to the anti-environmentalism in her small suburban town. With the mayor unwilling to listen to ideas for change, Mary Kate starts a podcast on climate activism and rallies her friends to the cause.Lese-Probe zu „The First Rule of Climate Club “
The Letter That Starts It AllDear Parent or Guardian,
I am pleased to announce that Fisher Middle School has received a generous grant to fund a climate science pilot program this year. The class will explore how and why climate change is happening and how we can use community-based projects to take action.
Out of over a hundred application essays students submitted in March, the following rising eighth graders have been selected to participate:
Elijah Campbell
Shawn Hill
Benjamin Lettle
Andrew Limski
Jay Mendes
Rabia Mohammed
Mary Kate Murphy
Lucy Perlman
Rebecca Phelps
Hannah Small
Warning! This class will be a lot of work. Please talk to your child and make sure they re ready to commit. We will still cover standard eighth-grade science concepts, but this class is not going to be traditional. If you and your child are on board, please sign and return the attached form. Congratulations to all the students!
I can t wait to get started.
Scientifically yours,
Ed Lu
The Fairy-House Village
My climate-class acceptance letter is stuck to the refrigerator door with an E magnet, next to a picture of my new baby niece, Penelope, and a Post-it reminding Dad to buy more back-pain cream.
All the inspirational E magnet words aren t working for me right now, because I m not eager or enthusiastic or excited about school starting tomorrow. My best friend, Lucy, has been sick the whole summer, and nobody knows what s wrong with her. I would have been eager, enthusiastic, and excited to be in the climate class with Lucy. Instead, I m going to be sitting with a group of kids I barely know.
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I text Lucy: Fairy village? But she doesn t text back, which means she s sleeping, having a really sick day, or mad at me for even asking.
I'm almost thirteen years old, and I'm going to build a fairy house by myself. But Lucy and I promised each other we would do it every year the day before school starts, for good luck, and we really need the good luck right now. So I put on my shoes, call my dogs, Murphy and Claudia, to come with me, grab my backpack, and walk out the back door.
My backyard and Lucy s backyard are separated by a huge nature preserve, which was donated to our town by a family who must have had a crystal ball and seen that if you don t specifically say This piece of land can never be used for anything but enjoying nature, it will eventually turn into a Dunkin Donuts, a car dealership, or a nail salon.
Not many people visit the preserve, probably because there aren t really trails. It s one huge chunk of beautiful land, with a sledding hill, and a meadow, and a pond, and a vernal pool in spring, and crumbling old stone walls, and woods surrounding it all.
I walk around our barn, which is now a big garage with an upstairs room, follow the path through the woods to the top of the sledding hill, and cut through the sunflowers at the edge of the meadow.
Most people wouldn t notice the fairy village if they made their way into the woods. It looks like some creature randomly dropped piles of bark and twigs. But we know. Lucy and I and the fairies have a lot of secrets hidden here.
When we were younger, we spent entire days collecting pine cones, and lost feathers, and interesting stones, and acorns, and fallen flower petals. We built fancy fairy houses and did all kinds of fairy-summoning rituals I can't remember anymore. But I don't feel like doing any of that. Right now, I want to build a house, get the good luck, and go home.
I pick up a few sturdy sticks and lean them against a fallen trunk that s co
I text Lucy: Fairy village? But she doesn t text back, which means she s sleeping, having a really sick day, or mad at me for even asking.
I'm almost thirteen years old, and I'm going to build a fairy house by myself. But Lucy and I promised each other we would do it every year the day before school starts, for good luck, and we really need the good luck right now. So I put on my shoes, call my dogs, Murphy and Claudia, to come with me, grab my backpack, and walk out the back door.
My backyard and Lucy s backyard are separated by a huge nature preserve, which was donated to our town by a family who must have had a crystal ball and seen that if you don t specifically say This piece of land can never be used for anything but enjoying nature, it will eventually turn into a Dunkin Donuts, a car dealership, or a nail salon.
Not many people visit the preserve, probably because there aren t really trails. It s one huge chunk of beautiful land, with a sledding hill, and a meadow, and a pond, and a vernal pool in spring, and crumbling old stone walls, and woods surrounding it all.
I walk around our barn, which is now a big garage with an upstairs room, follow the path through the woods to the top of the sledding hill, and cut through the sunflowers at the edge of the meadow.
Most people wouldn t notice the fairy village if they made their way into the woods. It looks like some creature randomly dropped piles of bark and twigs. But we know. Lucy and I and the fairies have a lot of secrets hidden here.
When we were younger, we spent entire days collecting pine cones, and lost feathers, and interesting stones, and acorns, and fallen flower petals. We built fancy fairy houses and did all kinds of fairy-summoning rituals I can't remember anymore. But I don't feel like doing any of that. Right now, I want to build a house, get the good luck, and go home.
I pick up a few sturdy sticks and lean them against a fallen trunk that s co
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Autoren-Porträt von Carrie Firestone
Carrie Firestone is the author of the middle grade novel Dress Coded, which was a Booklist Editors' Choice and was described by the New York Times as "a much-needed reminder that certain fights are worth fighting." She also wrote the acclaimed young adult novels The Loose Ends List and The Unlikelies. Visit her online at carriefirestoneauthor.com or follow her on Twitter @CLLFirestone or on Instagram @carriefirestoneauthor.
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- Autor: Carrie Firestone
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 10 Jahre
- 2023, 384 Seiten, Masse: 12,7 x 18,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin US
- ISBN-10: 1984816489
- ISBN-13: 9781984816481
- Erscheinungsdatum: 21.07.2023
Sprache:
Englisch
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Praise for The First Rule of Climate Club:A Jane Addams Children s Book Award Finalist
"Fast-paced and often funny . . . A passionate novel uplifting young activists." Kirkus Reviews
"Lively and inspiring . . . Addresses more than climate change, also touching on equity and inclusion as well as traditional and natural healing methods. Readers will cheer." Booklist
"Told through short chapters, podcast scripts, flyers, letters, and lists, this book shares with readers the power of determination and unity . . . A great choice for middle grade readers interested in climate change, social justice, and student activism." School Library Journal
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