{"product_id":"brand-new-boy-isbn-9781536236224","title":"Brand New Boy","description":"\u003cb\u003eFrom the boundless imagination of David Almond comes a thought-provoking question packaged in a lively illustrated chapter book: what if a robot went to school?\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen a new boy joins their class, everyone thinks he’s . . . odd. George doesn’t behave like other kids. He doesn’t \u003ci\u003ethink \u003c\/i\u003elike other kids. But he’s great at football and snacking, and that’s what matters to Dan and Maxie and their friends, who resolve to make George feel welcome. Over time, they learn that he’s just like them in most ways, except one: George is a robot, part of an ambitious new experiment, with sinister people bent on destroying him. When George’s lab pulls him out of school, can his new friends recover him—and set him free? Told in David Almond’s signature rollicking narrative style, this poignant tale explores what it means to be human—and will inspire children to think and giggle in equal measure.Almond elevates ordinary moments and experiences into extraordinary ones… Inspiring guidelines for treating newcomers; likely to leave readers thinking deep thoughts of their own.\u003cbr\u003e—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA wide-ranging narrative voice, by turns humorous, hopeful, and triumphant, traces the friends’ attempts to help George transcend his own seemingly limited nature, while exploring impulses of imagination and creative freedom alongside classroom rigidity.\u003cbr\u003e—Publishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe story morphs from a lighthearted romp to something dreamier. . . Inevitably, the denouement is bittersweet, leaving us with a simple and sturdy answer to one of the most relevant questions of our time. What defines us as humans? This story’s answer is friendship.\u003cbr\u003e—The Horn Book\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA thoughtfully generous conclusion in which the kids find comfort in knowing they gave George his best possible existence.\u003cbr\u003e—The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eArguments about the sentience of artificial life, albeit crafted for young readers, play a major role in this fun but thought-provoking novel. Young sf fans, especially readers drawn to Peter Brown’s The Wild Robot (2016), will enjoy this title.\u003cbr\u003e—Booklist\u003cb\u003eDavid Almond \u003c\/b\u003eis the highly acclaimed author of many award-winning novels for children, such as \u003ci\u003eThe Boy Who Swam with Piranhas\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003ci\u003e The Tale of Angelino Brown\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eSkellig\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eClay\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eKit’s Wilderness\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eWar Is Over\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eThe Color of the Sun\u003c\/i\u003e. His numerous awards include the Carnegie Medal and the Hans Christian Andersen Award, the highest international prize for children’s authors. David Almond lives in England.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMarta Altés \u003c\/b\u003ewas born in Barcelona and studied graphic design there before becoming an author and illustrator. Her many books include \u003ci\u003eMy Grandpa\u003c\/i\u003e,\u003ci\u003e I Am An Artist\u003c\/i\u003e, and \u003ci\u003eNO!\u003c\/i\u003e Marta Altés now lives in London.\u003cb\u003e1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At the start we think he’s just another kid like us. \u003cbr\u003e   Of course we do. What else would we think? He turns up on a Monday morning, last week of the Easter term, in the middle of assembly. Mrs. Hoolihan’s leading it. We can see she’s excited about something or other. She’s wearing a green tweed suit and shiny black high heels, and her hair’s all dyed and curled. She keeps looking at the door at the back of the hall, like she expects it to open.\u003cbr\u003e   She says all the usual stuff about how terrible bullying is.\u003cbr\u003e   “Don’t you agree?” she asks us.\u003cbr\u003e   Of course we do.\u003cbr\u003e   “Yes, Mrs. Hoolihan! Yes, Mrs. Hoolihan!” What else would we say?\u003cbr\u003e   I’m sitting with Maxie Carr, like always. We’re doing that thing where we grunt everything like we’re animals or as if we don’t know what words are at all.\u003cbr\u003e   “E I OO I A!” we grunt.\u003cbr\u003e   Maxie drops his shoulders and lets his hands dangle like he’s some kind of ape.\u003cbr\u003e   “Yes, children,” she goes on. “We have to be kind to each other, especially those who don’t have our own good fortune, or those who have been through trouble. Aren’t I right, children?”\u003cbr\u003e   “Yes, Mrs. Hoolihan.”\u003cbr\u003e   “E I OO I A!”\u003cbr\u003e   She looks at the door again. Nothing. She blinks and frowns and grins and taps her finger in the air and looks at Mr. McKenna, who starts banging away at the piano. Mrs. Imani is there as well, with the little orchestra she’s put together. They saw their fiddles, squeak their recorders, smack their tambourines.\u003cbr\u003e   Mrs. Hoolihan spreads her arms wide.\u003cbr\u003e   “Now liberate your voices, children!” she calls. “Sing up! Sing up!”\u003cbr\u003e   She tilts her head toward the ceiling.\u003cbr\u003e   “Raise your voices to the heavens above!”\u003cbr\u003e   And off we go with the song we sing every Monday morning:\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e“All things bright and beautiful,\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e All creatures great and small,\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e All things wise and wonderful,\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e The Lord God made them all.”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   The little ones at the front sing high and sweet like always. Me and Maxie do that thing where we sing the words as we’re breathing in, so we sound like ghosts or like we’re about to croak:\u003cbr\u003e \u003ci\u003e“O I I A U E U. U OR O AY EM OR.”\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e   Some kids around us start to giggle. Our teacher, Mr. Sage, who’s sitting at the end of our row, starts to glare.\u003cbr\u003e   Mrs. Hoolihan wafts her arms, conducting us all. Then the door at the back suddenly swings open. She jumps in surprise, then spreads her arms in welcome as a woman and a boy step into the hall. Mrs. Hoolihan waves at us to keep singing and waves at the little orchestra to keep playing. She waves at the woman and the boy. She indicates the PE benches like she’s telling them to sit down there. They do that. She wafts her hands at them like she’s asking them to sing along too. They don’t do that. The woman and the boy sit there with their mouths shut. They stare out at us all. They don’t move.\u003cbr\u003e   At last we get toward the final\u003ci\u003e “Lord God made them all.”\u003c\/i\u003e By now, me and Maxie are grunting like two daft dying pigs. Mr. McKenna gives a couple more twirls and thumps on the piano keys. The fiddlers, recorder players and tambourine bangers come to a halt.\u003cbr\u003e   Mrs. Hoolihan claps her hands and tells us that was oh so wonderful, children.\u003cbr\u003e   “Yes!” she calls, beaming with delight. “The Lord God did indeed make them all!”\u003cbr\u003e   She bends down and whispers something to the woman on the PE bench. The woman smiles sweetly, and they whisper together for a while. Then Mrs. Hoolihan shakes the hand of the boy, and she brings him to the front so we can all get a good look at him and he can get a good look at us.\u003cbr\u003e   “This,” she tells us, “is a new boy.”\u003cbr\u003e   She beams at us. This is what she’s been waiting for.\u003cbr\u003e   We all stare at the boy. He’s very pale. He’s very tidy. He’s smaller than me. He’s wearing navy blue trousers and a light blue shirt and polished shoes. His pale hair is brushed close to his scalp.\u003cbr\u003e   “His name,” says Mrs. Hoolihan, “is George. Say hello to George, children.”\u003cbr\u003e   “Hello, George,” goes everybody.\u003cbr\u003e   “E O OR,” go me and Maxie.\u003cbr\u003e   George says nothing. He doesn’t look nervous. He doesn’t smile.\u003cbr\u003e   “Welcome, George,” says Mrs. Hoolihan, “to Darwin Avenue Primary Academy.”\u003cbr\u003e   He stares at her, then stares at us.\u003cbr\u003e   “We were expecting George last week,” she says. She widens her eyes and beams at him. “But it seems you weren’t ready, George, were you? But here you are now, a treat for us all in the last week of term.”\u003cbr\u003e   George says nothing.\u003cbr\u003e   She bends down and peers at him.\u003cbr\u003e   “He’s rather splendid, isn’t he, children?”\u003cbr\u003e   “Yes, Miss,” say some of us.\u003cbr\u003e   “E I,” go me and Maxie.\u003cbr\u003e   “Excellent. Now then, children. George will only be with us for a short time, so make him feel welcome. Make sure he knows all the ropes and the ins and outs and the how’s your fathers and the ups and downs. I know you will do that. Will you do that, children?”\u003cbr\u003e   “Yes, Miss!”\u003cbr\u003e   “E I!”\u003cbr\u003e   Mrs. Hoolihan beams at us.\u003cbr\u003e   “Excellent. Make sure that his time here is something he will always remember. He will join Mr. Sage’s class.”\u003cbr\u003e   Me and Maxie nudge each other. That’s our class.\u003cbr\u003e   “Now then, our bright and beautiful children, and our wise and wonderful teachers,\u003cbr\u003e off to your classes you go.”","brand":"Candlewick","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300602990821,"sku":"NP9781536236224","price":8.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781536236224.jpg?v=1767723019","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/brand-new-boy-isbn-9781536236224","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}