{"product_id":"lost-evangeline-isbn-9781536225525","title":"Lost Evangeline","description":"\u003cb\u003eThis captivating original fairy tale set in the world of \u003ci\u003eThe Puppets of Spelhorst \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eThe Hotel Balzaar \u003c\/i\u003efeatures an exclusive color illustration and gilded edges on the first printing.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen a shoemaker discovers a tiny girl (as small as a mouse!) in his shop, he takes her in, names her Evangeline, and raises her as his own. The shoemaker’s wife, however, fears that Evangeline has bewitched her husband, so when an opportunity arises to rid herself of the girl, she takes it. Evangeline finds herself far from her adopted father and her home, a tiny girl lost in the wide world. But she is brave, and she is resourceful, and with the help of those she meets on her journey—including a disdainful and self-satisfied cat—she may just find her way again. Return to the magical land of Norendy in this third original fairy tale by renowned storyteller Kate DiCamillo, perfect for savoring alone or for reading aloud with someone you love. Graced with exquisite black-and-white illustrations by Sophie Blackall, this timeless story of a girl and her father will make you believe in the impossible.Dicamillo is a master of the craft, and it shines brightly in this delightful, mesmerizing tale. . . . Blackall’s illustrations, as always, are so magical in and of themselves, that this book is made even more indispensable with their addition. Recommended for all collections.\u003cbr\u003e—School Library Journal (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDrawing from the magical, fairy tale world of her recent \u003ci\u003eThe Puppets of Spelhorst\u003c\/i\u003e (BCCB 10\/23) and \u003ci\u003eThe Hotel Balzaar\u003c\/i\u003e (BCCB 10\/24), DiCamillo offers another quirky, poignant story. . . . The fairy tale atmosphere is greatly aided by Blackall’s richly detailed black-and-white illustrations.\u003cbr\u003e—Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn true DiCamillo fashion, the ending is suffused with the gentlest melancholy, allowing readers to either believe in their reunion or dismiss it entirely. Illustrator Blackall once more joins forces with DiCamillo to bring the more fairy tale–like elements of the book to gentle life. . . . A tender tale featuring a young protagonist who possesses equal parts yearning and spunk, to great effect.\u003cbr\u003e—Kirkus Reviews\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEffortlessly engrossing, as all DiCamillo stories are, this bittersweet tale is anchored by its unfaltering commitment to the importance of love, storytelling, and dreams. Blackall picks up these themes in her pencil illustrations, which are every bit as magical as the words they depict. Children, who can’t help but feel small in this large world, will take heart from Evangeline’s courage and adventurous spirit.\u003cbr\u003e—Booklist\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBlackall’s illustrations add specificity to the settings (flickering firelight, a bird’s-eye view of the harbor) and to the archetypal characters (the rich old lady’s ear trumpet, the curiosity show owner’s nose hairs), and her use of a distinctive looping calligraphic line ties the whole thing together.\u003cbr\u003e—The Horn Book\u003cb\u003eKate DiCamillo\u003c\/b\u003e is one of America’s most beloved storytellers. She is a former National Ambassador for Young People’s Literature and a two-time Newbery Medalist. Born in Philadelphia, she grew up in Florida and now lives in Minneapolis.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eSophie Blackall\u003c\/b\u003e is the acclaimed illustrator of more than forty-five books for young readers and a two-time Caldecott Medalist. Born and raised in Australia, she now lives in Brooklyn.\u003cb\u003eChapter One\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was once a boy who longed to go to sea.\u003cbr\u003e“Tsk,” said his father. “Do not be one of those who spend their lives spinning pointless fantasies. I will not have it.”\u003cbr\u003eAnd so the child put aside his dreams, grew up, and became, like his father before him, a shoemaker.\u003cbr\u003eHe tried to forget the sea.\u003cbr\u003eOne evening, as the shoemaker sat in front of the fire with his wife, he said, “Do you know that when I was young, I dreamed of being a sailor?”\u003cbr\u003e“Well,” said the woman, “that would have been a foolish and dangerous life. Better that you are here, safe and warm with me.”\u003cbr\u003eThe shoemaker nodded. “I suppose,” he said. “But imagine—I would have seen the world!”\u003cbr\u003e“The world?” said the shoemaker’s wife. “Isn’t the world the world no matter where \u003cbr\u003eyou go?”\u003cbr\u003e“Ah, yes, but to sail on the blue seas under skies bright with stars . . .” said the shoemaker.\u003cbr\u003e“The stars are over your head right now, husband, are they not?”\u003cbr\u003e“Yes,” said the shoemaker. “Yes, yes, they are.”\u003cbr\u003e“Be content with what you have,” said his wife. “There is no point in thinking things would be different somewhere else.”\u003cbr\u003eThe two of them did not ever speak of the sea again.\u003cbr\u003eThe shoemaker and his wife had no children, and they had long given up hoping for them. And so it seemed an entirely miraculous thing when one day, the cobbler sat down to work on repairing an old boot and found, hidden in its squared-off toe, an extremely small child.\u003cbr\u003eThe shoemaker held the baby in his cupped palm and stared down at her in wonder.\u003cbr\u003e“Wife,” he said, “come here. You must see what has been given to us.”\u003cbr\u003eThe shoemaker’s wife came and stood at her husband’s shoulder and looked down at the baby in his hand. “No, no,” she said. She shook her head. “That is not a child. It is some magic trick.”\u003cbr\u003e“Of course it is a child,” said the shoemaker. “A perfect little child.”\u003cbr\u003e“It can’t be,” said the woman. “Such a thing is impossible.”\u003cbr\u003eThe baby started to cry. The shoemaker rocked her back and forth gently in his hand, smiling down at her.\u003cbr\u003e“I don’t understand,” said the shoemaker’s wife. “A child so small seems wrong to me. I’m sure a mistake has been made. Someone will return to claim the boots and want what they have left behind. And what will happen then? You will be nothing but brokenhearted.”\u003cbr\u003eThe shoemaker was not listening. He was looking down at the baby and thinking of a sloop he had seen when he was a boy. The small ship had seemed full of joy, pulling and tugging against its anchor, dancing and bobbing in the waters as if to say, \u003ci\u003eLet’s go! Let’s go!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA sailor standing on the dock had pointed to the boat and said, “Do you see this little lady? She has gone around the world—twice, if you please!”\u003cbr\u003ePainted on the side of the sloop in red, flowing script was the boat’s name: \u003ci\u003eEvangeline\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003eThis was the name the shoemaker chose for the child.\u003cbr\u003eEvangeline.\u003cbr\u003eIt was, to him, a name full of joy and curiosity, daring and courage—a name that spoke of possibilities. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eChapter Two\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo one ever returned to claim the boots, or the child.\u003cbr\u003eEvangeline grew from a baby to a toddler to a young girl, changing shape without ever changing size.\u003cbr\u003eHer dark hair was quite long, but she herself remained as small as a mouse.\u003cbr\u003eThe shoemaker, who was very skilled at making things with his hands, fashioned a small bed for Evangeline. He made her a dresser and a bedside table with a drawer where she could keep her small brush and comb. He sewed her dresses and knitted her socks and made her a good sturdy coat for the cold weather. And, of course, he crafted her several pairs of tiny, handsome shoes.\u003cbr\u003eEvangeline spent her days with her father in the shop. She sat on the workbench as the shoemaker labored at the making and repairing of shoes. He sang sea shanties as he worked, and Evangeline learned the songs and sang them with him. Her voice was high and sweet.\u003cbr\u003e“When will we go to sea, Papa?” she said to him.\u003cbr\u003e“Someday, my dear,” said the cobbler. “We do not want to waste our chance, do we? Surely someday we will go.”\u003cbr\u003eThe two of them often went down to the harbor to look at the ships anchored there. They listened to the sailors speak of where they had been and what they had seen. Together, the father and the daughter breathed in the smell of the sea and filled their hearts and minds with the dreams and stories of other places.\u003cbr\u003eThe shoemaker put Evangeline in the pocket of his leather apron for these trips. He told her to keep herself hidden, for he was always worried that someone would come to reclaim her and that she would be lost to him.\u003cbr\u003eAbove the town harbor was a cliff. The shoemaker, after he had strolled along the wharf, would climb to the top of the rocks, to a spot that he called the crow’s nest. When he was up as high as he could go, and no one else was around, he would lift Evangeline from his pocket and hold her in his hand.\u003cbr\u003eAnd Evangeline, standing, balanced herself on his outstretched palm and looked down at the boats crowded together, at the crates and boxes being loaded and unloaded on and off the ships, at the cats who twined their way among the nets filled with silver-scaled fishes, and at the sailors sitting on the docks, smoking their pipes and shouting and singing. Farther out to sea, white gulls floated above the water that shone green and then blue, and sometimes became black with menace, and then would suddenly become blue again.\u003cbr\u003eEvangeline, safe in her father’s hand, looked down at it all, and her heart filled with wonder. Joy billowed inside her like a sail.\u003cbr\u003e“When, Papa?” she said without turning around. “Oh, when shall we go?”","brand":"Candlewick","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48233348661477,"sku":"NP9781536225525","price":17.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781536225525.jpg?v=1767731822","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/lost-evangeline-isbn-9781536225525","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}