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Patricia Reilly Giff is the author of the Newbery Honor Books Lily’s Crossing and Pictures of Hollis Woods. Lily’s Crossing is also a Boston Globe–Horn Book Honor Book. Giff’s Nory Ryan’s Song is an ALA Notable Book, Best Book for Young Adults, a School Library Journal Best Book of the Year, and a Golden Kite Honor Book.
From the Hardcover edition.
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nory
Nory hadn't gone far, just over the rise, when she heard it.
A voice?
"Ocras," it screamed. "Ocras."
Hunger.
Nory took another step and stopped. On one side of her were the dunes, on the other the great ocean. A strange place she was in, with wisps of fog drifting across the road. And again that sound.
The wind, she told herself, even though she knew it wasn't.
Granda had told her of selkies, half seal, half human. When they lived on land they wept bitter tears for the deep; when they returned to the sea they mourned for lost loves on the land.
Was that it? The cry of some poor selkie woman? Such an eerie sound.
The crying stopped and Nory began to walk again. One foot in front of the other. Away from home, away from that empty house with the door banging in the wind. The trip just beginning.
The sand drifted across the road, grains of it sticking to her bare feet. The crying reminded her of her little brother, Patch, and the last time she had seen him, his arms flung out to her from the back of her friend Sean Red Mallon's cart.
And where was that cart now, Sean pulling its heavy weight while Patch leaned against Mrs. Mallon in back? How far had they gone along that winding road toward the port of Galway?
She quickened her steps.
Don't think about Patch, or the Mallons, or the rest of the family, all gone ahead to find a ship, she told herself. Just keep going. Nearly at the crossroads.
"Ocras, ocras," came the cry again, and with it the sound of powerful wings.
That was what it was, then, not a voice but the call of a great seabird.
It swooped down over her head, too close. She dropped her bag and clutched the top of her head with both hands. As the bird rose she saw the snow-white body, the huge wingspan, the curved beak, and eyes that were strangely human.
She had seen such a bird once when she and Granda had walked along the cliff ledge. Granda had thrown it a piece of dulse from his pocket. "Travelers must give the white bird food. It will bring luck until the end of the journey," he had told her.
"But we're only going home," she had said. "Only a few steps."
"Ah, still."
Granda. How she missed him!
But what could she give the bird?
She had so little--papers Da had sent that would get her onto a ship, and a coin from her neighbor Anna sewed into her shawl, and what was in her bag, the bits of things Anna had managed to put together for the long trip ahead of her: herbs for illness, a biscuit so hard it had to be soaked in water, a bit of meat, and two pieces of brack, rock hard as the biscuit.
The bird circled over her, higher now. Nory dropped to the ground, scrambling for the bag, and reached deep inside for the biscuit. Anna's voice was in her ear: "There are only these bits of food between you and starvation. Guard them."
She held the biscuit in her hand as the bird wheeled over her head once more, but it was too hard to break into pieces. Suppose she threw all of it?
Between you and starvation, the wind said.
"Traveler's luck," Granda whispered in her head.
What should she do? Her mouth tingled with the thought of that biscuit, the softness of it when she'd find a stream for dipping, the taste of it on her tongue.
There was no time to think or the bird would be gone.
She took a step forward, reached over her head, and tossed the biscuit high into the air.
Effortlessly the bird swooped to catch it in its beak. It climbed high over the dunes with it and headed out over the waves that broke at the edge of the strand.
"It's the whole biscuit," she called. "For my whole family. Remember that." Her hair blew into her face and she raked it back impatiently so she could see where the bird went. "We're all of us traveling."
And that voice in her head again: But you, Nory, are alone.
The bird skimmed over the surf, but then, just before it was out of sight, it dropped the biscuit into the sea.
Nory's hand went to her mouth, hard against her teeth. Foolish girl, Anna would have said. You needed that food to stay alive.
Nory cupped her hands around her mouth. "Don't forget us. All of us. Da. Granda and Celia. Patch . . . and my friend Sean Red Mallon. Don't forget Sean."
The bird was almost out of sight. "We are trying for America," she called after it. "We want to stand at Maggie's door in Brooklyn."
From the Hardcover edition.
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This book is the best kind of historical fiction, because it makes actual events real for today's reader. The writing was beautiful and it tapped into my emotions. I could feel the despair and the driving hope of the characters. It is written from two different perspectives, Nory, and her best friend Sean, both at different points of their journey to America, which provides a broader view of the immigrants' experience. Without going into excessive detail, the author paints a beautiful picture that allows you to imagine the scenes of the book. It is difficult to read at times, but the ending was very rewarding.
I plan to read this to my 8th grade class this fall as a part of our Industrial Era through World War 1 unit. It's a very enchanting read, it has plenty of historical and literary value for a combined history/literature unit, and because the writing was simple, yet still powerful, it could be read with students on different reading levels.
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Gripping!
If I can find a series I'm happy. This one started in Ireland and brings us to the states. Good characters that you want to read about what's going to happen to them.
I bought this for a 3rd grader who loves this series... great books that kept her attention.... (and the adults couldn't put them down either).
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