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Zusatztext Within the pages of Gracie Lockwood’s diary is an extraordinary adventure: her family embarking to save her sickly little brother! Sam. Gracie’s world is strikingly similar to our own! except it is inhabited by dragons! poltergeists! sasquatch! and mermaids. When a Dark Cloud! a bringer of death! settles in the Lockwoods’ backyard! the family decides to try to outrun it before it can take Sam. They pack up a Winnebago and! joined by Gracie’s friend! set out across the country with plans to escape into the Extraordinary World. Gracie’s thoughtful! fresh-eyed perspective is the perfect lens through which to view Anderson’s alternate Earth! which tweaks history and familiar landscapes to accommodate its supernatural residents. Mentions of string theory and parallel universes serve as fleeting explanations for the existence of other worlds and endless possibility! yet the crux of the story lies in the closeness of the Lockwood family! which is challenged and strained along the journey and proves to be the most magical element of all. Informationen zum Autor Jodi Lynn Anderson is the bestselling author of several critically acclaimed books for young people, including the May Bird trilogy, the Thirteen Witches series, and My Diary from the Edge of the World . She lives with her husband, son, and daughter in Asheville, North Carolina, and holds an MFA in writing and literature from Bennington College. Klappentext Spirited, restless Gracie Lockwood, twelve, of Cliffden, Maine, living in a world where sasquatches, dragons, giants, and mermaids are common, keeps a diary of her family's journey in a used Winnebago as they seek The Extraordinary World in hopes of keeping her little brother, Sam, safe against all odds.My Diary from the Edge of the World September 7th I’m on top of the hill, looking down on the town of Cliffden, Maine. It’s an early fall day, and so far no one’s noticed that I’m where I’m not supposed to be. It’s one of those days where the clouds and the sun chase each other. A pretty breeze plays with my hair as I sit here with my back against the crumbled stone pillar that makes my seat. I can almost imagine I’m Joan of Arc surveying the siege of Orleans. It’s been almost two months since I got this journal (for my twelfth birthday—from Mom), but I haven’t felt the urge to write until now. I’ve seen two bad omens since breakfast: a crow sitting on the fence at the edge of our yard, and a deathwatch beetle on my windowsill. These are both signs that someone is going to die, so I thought I’d better write them down in case someone does die and no one believes me later. I want to be able to prove that I knew it first. Though now that I’m here nestled in my favorite spot, I have to admit it’s hard on such a perfect day to imagine anyone ever dying. Mom says that to tell a story you have to set the scene, so I’ll try that here, even though this isn’t really a story but just a diary. From here the town is drenched in light and shadows. To my right is Route 1 with all the fast food places: McDonald’s, Taco Bell, Wendy’s. To my left is downtown, a cluster of old colonial brick buildings. I can see the green cast-iron steeple of Upper Maine Academy, which I attend, and the fairgrounds beyond. The valley is bustling: People are scurrying along the crisscrossing streets, rushing to finish their errands and get back indoors. It’s not exactly safe to be out: The dragons are on their way south again, from the northern reaches of Wales and Scotland and Ireland, to hibernate in South America. It’s the time when everyone takes cover in their houses, and when we mostly use the tunnels under downtown to get from shop to shop. The dragons have been esp...
