{"product_id":"maggies-door-isbn-9780440415817","title":"Maggie's Door","description":"\u003ci\u003eWe will dance on the cliffs of Brooklyn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaggie’s Door\u003c\/i\u003e is the story of the journey from Ireland to America told by both Nory and her neighbor and friend Sean Red Mallon, two different stories with the same destination—the home of Nory’s sister Maggie, at 416 Smith Street, Brooklyn, America. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePatricia Reilly Giff calls upon her long research into Irish history and her great powers as a storyteller in this deeply involving, riveting stand-alone companion novel to \u003ci\u003eNory Ryan’s Song\u003c\/i\u003e.Patricia Reilly Giff  is the author of the Newbery Honor Books \u003ci\u003eLily’s Crossing\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003ePictures of Hollis Woods\u003c\/i\u003e. \u003ci\u003eLily’s Crossing\u003c\/i\u003e is also a \u003ci\u003eBoston Globe–Horn Book\u003c\/i\u003e Honor Book. Giff’s \u003ci\u003eNory Ryan’s Song\u003c\/i\u003e is an ALA Notable Book, Best Book for Young Adults, a \u003ci\u003eSchool Library Journal\u003c\/i\u003e Best Book of the Year, and a Golden Kite Honor Book.one\u003cbr\u003enory\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNory hadn't gone far, just over the rise, when she heard it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA voice?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ocras,\" it screamed. \"Ocras.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHunger.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNory 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe wind, she told herself, even though she knew it wasn't.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGranda 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWas that it? The cry of some poor selkie woman? Such an eerie sound.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd 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?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe quickened her steps.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDon'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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ocras, ocras,\"  came the cry again, and with it the sound of powerful wings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was what it was, then, not a voice but the call of a great seabird.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But we're only going home,\" she had said. \"Only a few steps.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ah, still.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGranda. How she missed him!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut what could she give the bird?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe 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.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe 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?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBetween you and starvation, the wind said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Traveler's luck,\"  Granda whispered in her head.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere was no time to think or the bird would be gone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe took a step forward, reached over her head, and tossed the biscuit high into the air.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEffortlessly 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.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"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.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd that voice in her head again: But you, Nory, are alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe bird skimmed over the surf, but then, just before it was out of sight, it dropped the biscuit into the sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNory's hand went to her mouth, hard against her teeth. Foolish girl, Anna would have said. You needed that food to stay alive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNory 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.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe 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.\"","brand":"Yearling","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46304568672485,"sku":"NP9780440415817","price":7.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780440415817.jpg?v=1767732069","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/maggies-door-isbn-9780440415817","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}