{"product_id":"gloria-rising-isbn-9780440419983","title":"Gloria Rising","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eIf you loved \u003ci\u003eThe Stories Julian Tells\u003c\/i\u003e, wait until you hear about the adventures of his best friend, Gloria! The Julian's World chapter book series is all about friendship, family, and imagination! \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat if your dream came true . . . and nobody believed you?\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e When Gloria goes to the store to buy an onion, she can’t believe who she meets! A real astronaut named Dr. Grace Street. Dr. Street explains to Gloria that problems aren’t always as big as they seem. And that’s good news! Because Gloria’s problem feels gigantic. She can’t seem to do anything to please her teacher, Mrs. Yardley. When Gloria writes a report about meeting Dr. Street, Mrs. Yardley doesn’t believe her. How can Gloria prove she’s telling the truth?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Kids will be thrilled by the possibility of running into an astronaut in the checkout line.\" —\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003c\/i\u003e, Recommended\u003c\/p\u003e“Cameron’s crisply direct advice, all of which is right on, ranges from practical items . . . to profound character-building insights—and the learning goes on in an author’s note citing Internet resources about space exploration.”—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Kids will be thrilled by the possibility of running into an astronaut in the checkout line.”—\u003ci\u003eThe Bulletin\u003c\/i\u003e, Recommended\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eAnn Cameron\u003c\/b\u003e is the bestselling author of many popular children's books, including the Julian's World series. She lives  in Guatemala.\u003c\/p\u003eThe Astronaut and the Onion\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy mother was making spaghetti sauce. She said, \"Gloria, honey, would you go buy me an onion?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Sure,\" I said. She gave me some money, and I went.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe store was crowded with old people holding tightly to their shopping carts, little kids hollering to their parents for candy, and lots of people staring at shopping lists and blocking the aisles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI ducked around all the carts and went to the back where the vegetables are. From all the onions in the bin, I took the prettiest--a big round one, light tan and shiny, with a silvery glow to its skin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI carried it to the express checkout and stood at the end of a very long line.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNext to me there was a giant Berkbee's Baby Food display. It was like a wall of glass, and taller than I am. All the little jars were stacked up to look like a castle, with pennants that said \"Baby Power\" sticking out above the castle doorways and windows. At the top there was a high tower with a red-and-white flag that said \"Berkbee's Builds Better Babies!\" I started counting the jars, but when I got to 346, I gave up. There must have been at least a thousand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe checkout line didn't move. To pass the time, I started tossing my onion from hand to hand. I tried to improve and make my throws harder to catch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA woman wearing a sky-blue jogging suit got in line behind me. She was holding a cereal box. She smiled at me, and I smiled back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI decided to show her what a really good catcher I am. I made a wild and daring onion throw.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI missed the catch. The onion kept going, straight for the middle of the baby food castle. The castle was going to fall!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy folks would have to pay for every broken jar! The store manager would kill me. After that, my folks would bring me back to life to tell me things that would be much worse than death.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI was paralyzed. I shut my eyes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI didn't hear a crash. Maybe I had gone deaf from fright. Or maybe I was in a time warp because of my fear. In fifty years the onion would land, and that would be the end of me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI felt a tap on my shoulder. If I opened my eyes, I would see the store manager and all the broken jars.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI didn't want to see him. I didn't want to know how bad it was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere came a tap again, right on the top of my head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI heard a woman's voice. \"I have your onion.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI opened my eyes. The woman in the jogging suit handed the onion to me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Lucky I used to play baseball,\" she said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"O-o-o-h,\" I said. I clutched the onion.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"O-o-o-h,\" I moaned again.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You're welcome,\" was all she said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe had brown eyes with a sparkle in them, and her hair was in shiny black ringlets. She wore blue-green earrings that hung on tiny gold chains. When she tilted her head, her earrings spun around, and I saw they were the Earth--I mean, made to look like the Earth, jeweled with green continents and blue oceans.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Your earrings are beautiful,\" I said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe smiled. \"Some friends got them for me,\" she said, \"to remind me of a trip we made.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen she said \"trip,\" her face started to look familiar, but I didn't know why. Then I remembered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I've seen you!\" I said. \"I saw you on TV!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe smiled. \"Could be.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"And you come from right here in town, but you don't live here anymore,\" I said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That's right,\" she said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"And you are--aren't you?--Dr. Grace Street, the astronaut!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe tilted her head, and the little Earths on both her ears spun round. \"That's me,\" she said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI was amazed, because I never thought I would meet a famous person in my life, and yet one was right beside me in the supermarket, and I myself, Gloria Jones, was talking to her, all because of my onion throw.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"We learned about the space station in school last year,\" I said. \"You were up there, orbiting the Earth.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"My team and I were there,\" Dr. Street said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What is space like?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You know,\" she said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"How could I know?\" I said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"We're always in space,\" Dr. Street said. \"We're in space right now.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes,\" I said, \"but what was it like out there, where you went? Out there it must seem different.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Do you really want to know?\" she asked, and I said yes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The most awesome part was when we had to fix things on the outside of the station. We got our jobs done and floated in our space suits, staring out into the universe. There were zillions of stars--and space, deep and black, but it didn't seem exactly empty. It seemed to be calling to us, calling us to go on an endless journey. And that was very scary.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"So we turned and looked at Earth. We were two hundred miles above it. We saw enormous swirls of clouds and the glow of snowfields at the poles. We saw water like a giant blue cradle for the land. One big ocean, not 'oceans.' The Earth isn't really chopped up into countries, either. Up there you see it is one great big powerful living being that knows a lot, lot more than we do.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What does it know?\" I said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It knows how to be Earth,\" Dr. Street said. \"And that's a lot.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI tried to imagine everything she had seen. It gave me a shiver.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I wish I could see what you saw,\" I said. \"I'd like to be an astronaut. Of course, probably I couldn't.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDr. Street frowned. \"Why do you say 'Probably I couldn't?' \"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Practically nobody gets to do that,\" I said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You might be one of the people who do,\" she said. \"But you'll never do anything you want to do if you keep saying 'Probably I couldn't.' \"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But maybe I can't!\" I protested. I looked down at my onion. I didn't think a very poor onion thrower had a chance to be an astronaut.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDr. Street looked at my onion, too. \"It was a good throw--just a bad catch,\" she said. \"Anyhow--saying 'Maybe I can't' is different. It's okay. It's realistic.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Even 'I can't' can be a good, sensible thing to say. It makes life simpler. When you really know you can't do one thing, that leaves you time to try some of the rest. But when you don't even know what you can do, telling yourself 'Probably I couldn't' will stop you before you even start. It's paralyzing. You don't want to be paralyzed, do you?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I just was paralyzed,\" I said. \"A minute ago, when I threw my onion. 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